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scout 📱momma paise

Paisley: love, those are two different things. i have a feeling you don't want a short paragraph on my explanation right now. Paisley: are you alright? do you need me to come over? scout: i mean you could type it but i wont read it 🤷‍♀️ scout: that's a loaded question scout: physically im in bed watching my girl. spiritually, mentally... im in bed watching my girl scout: so like that could hike me up higher on the masochist scale ig

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scout 📱pajamas

percy: you're reading my mind percy: i'm down for any and all distractions percy: whether we start with the bong or not is up to you scout: i mean scout: hannah bongtana is p much making direct eye contact with me rn scout: so that could be a sign that u should come over and smoke and thennnn maybe we take the party elsewhere scout: tbd

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scout 📱momma paise

scout: are tears and sweat like medically the same thing? scout: bc first hand experience scout: crying feels the same as doing a workout

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scout 📱pajamas

scout: kinda trying to shut down my brain tonite scout: hoping 🤞 you might wanna help with that ???? scout: bc rn i'm even just stuck on like ripping the bong until im one with the couch or like fully sending it, might get kicked out of la vela vibes

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location: sorry mom closed: @briellepercz

Scout leaned over the shop counter, her phone sat flat with brightness on high as her finger swiped and swiped. "Oh my god, where is it," she breathed, moving through photos on her camera roll. She parsed through mirror selfies, memes, accidental screenshots, purpousful screenshots, spicy photos, and more until— "Wait. Lemme check Google." Two seconds and then, "Duh, sorry. This," she spun her phone around and showed a simple, likely-not-worth-the-effort-of-digging-for tattoo of two butterflies, "I was thinking this. Either hip or shoulder. What do you think?" she asked, face scrunched as she jut her hip out that extra bit.

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location: moon closed: @ottoxcasto

While she imagined most people in Hidehill dealt with the aftermath of the masquerade with therapy sessions and hugging loved ones, Scout chose to deal with it by drowning it. With vodka. Lots of vodka. So far she'd hit that sweet spot between her fourth and fifth drink where the fuzziness began. When her head wasn't full and the music soothed her limbs. In fact, Scout just now found herself maneuvering off the dance floor, having spent more than a few songs jumping and singing and yelling. No one could deny it felt good to yell.

But that next drink, yes that next drink was calling. En route, Scout eyed a man snag the bartender's attention, what she assumed was an order at the tip of his tongue. Bingo. Her chunky heels closed the distance, allowing Scout to stumble into the gap between him and the rest of the bar. Her hand plopped onto his back as she made herself comfortable, catching the bartender before they could go. "Ooo! And a kamikaze pleasee," she said with a smile, first to the employee and then to the man— oh, handsome man. Wait. Familiar handsome man. The brain fog made her take a second but then it was there, her hockey knowledge not failing her. "13." A fact, stated simply, and then a line formed between her brow. "You ever have a kamikaze, 13? You should get another one," she played, nudging against his side. "You'll like it."

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sometimes it’s just u and ur oversized jacket against the world

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Even as the bell above the door rang, Scout wasn't sure herself why she chose to come in. Company was the best guess, then maybe a distraction— weird in that case that she'd sought something healthy. "Yea..." she'd exhaled, eyes cast downward to her attire: an oversized sweatshirt she'd stolen from a one night stand however many years ago, a cheap pair of bike shorts, and some fuzzy slippers not really meant for 'off-roading'. Matched with her messy topknot and makeup-less face, the answer seemed fairly clear from where she was standing. "Not great." Scout always did wear her emotions so blatantly.

She shuffled further into the store, putting herself closer to Realm, picking a shelf to lean against as she pout. "It's never any easier. Like... what reality is this even?" she asked, just barely shaking her head. "Like, when do we, like, wake up?"

Location: Undercover Books Who: @scoutlxiroth

One would think, after the kind of tragedy that had struck the night before, that the last place any of them would want to be was work. But Realm almost couldn't help himself. His boss had offered for him to take the day off, but he firmly believed that walking through his routine might help keep his mind off the horrible sights of the bodies. Though he was certain it was probably taboo he did work to catch a glimpse of two of them. Each one worse than the next. He wasn't even sure how to describe it and hadn't had a long enough look to really capture the details it seemed like their assailant had put into each kill. A thought that he felt even more fucked up for having in the first place. But the stacking of books helped. Putting back the relatively small pile of books that people had picked up and left laying around into their rightful places when he heard the bell ring from above the door. "Scout?" He asked quietly as he approached the front door. "Wasn't really expecting anyone to be coming in today. How are you feeling?"

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Scout felt like a deer in headlights, with her eyes blown wide, disoriented first from the bubbly and then next by the news. Why did everything here happen so quickly? Didn't she just see them? Weren't they just... Scout looked from spot to spot, caught between memory and imagination. She'd done a shot with Carmen earlier, hadn't she? Had she? Scout's heart thrummed and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and fear swirled in her just as it did the room. She wasn't even sure if she could blink.

Caught in the riptide of bodies moving towards the exit, Scout drew closer to Brandon, to his concerned and valid sputtering. "If they're here, I... I don't want to be here." They're. The Shadow. Dark locks shook from side to side, the pearl details half fallen to the floor. The brunette swung around to stand at his side, drawn close, needing some semblance of comfort or protection— false or real. Her hands clutched onto his arm a tear slipped down her cheek. "What are we supposed to do? I can't do anything." Shoulder shrugged up high to her ears, her nose scrunched, her lip wobbled. She tugged on him. "Please, let's just... can we go? Please? Even if it's just outside... I just..." Scout tugged again, more tears coming down. "Please."

status: open | time: immedately after the news breaks | @hidehillstart

"Sh-shouldn't we, like, s-shouldn't we s-shut down this whole place?" Brandon said to nobody in particular. "Why are t-they just letting people walk out of here?" He added, breathing getting a little shakier as the room started slowly spinning around him. How did this keep happening to them? In every god damn space where they should be safe, they weren't. But then who was he kidding thinking they were safe because this was the Conrad Estate? If they could get to Sasha's private studio and kill her without a fucking trace, they could get anywhere. "S-Someone needs to do something, I-I should-- we-- the killer was here, t-they're probably still here, right?"

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What was the phrase that Scout had learned in high school English? About that untrustworthy god or whatever? Unreliable narrator? Accurate or not, that was how she felt at the moment, teetering on her platform heels with a concoction of champagne and tequila and whatever she'd smoked from that guy in line for the bathroom. Or maybe that was just her constant state of being: unreliable. Regardless, it was the lack of trust in even herself that stumbled on that sense of familiarity. She knew him. She had to.

"I'm just trying to help," she breathed, stumbling back as the words fenced her off. En garde. Go away. Stay back. Over a tiny cheesecake? Scout gave more than two fucks about sweets but even that thought had her eyebrows drawn and lines burrowed deep. No, this... it had to do with her. A flicker of that thought and suddenly her chest went concave, her stomach scooped out.

What'd she do? What'd she do?

Her eyes danced across him, across the buffet as words fought to surface, seeming to only bubble up in blips. "I just..." and "I didn't...". It was as her already dizzied mind went around and around that— click. Something clicked and suddenly it wasn't just eyes looking into eyes but her eyes looking into his. His. "Oh my god, Fin."

And that's when the cheesecake dropped to the floor.

"it's fine. s'just some cheesecake. just take it." finley does his best to end the conversation as early as it started, not just because he was in a fight with jordan moments ago and cleaned himself up before donning the mask back on, wanting to just go along with the party, but this encounter was something he didn't expect for tonight. he didn't expect to see scout again after all this time, after she decided to leave him the moment he needed her the most. he learned to just be back on his own, and that has been the care for some time now, he didn't need this again, the painful reminder of how...good things in his life are only temporary.

"it's just cheesecake, i can take some of these brownies and blondies, i won't notice the difference." but of course, scout had to be this persistent, her poking on his mask made him flinch as it presses against his face, the aftermath of punches thrown between him and jordan. he couldn't even stop her at this point from getting into his space. "you don't have to share wit' me. just have at it." he says as he's watched her pat on his chest. "i'm no special." maybe it wasn't just about what caused this...whatever this is in the first place where those words came from, but from that day when he realized she was gone, for good. he's now changed, a different person, but that memory still bears a bit of sting. "can you just--just take the damn cheesecake. it's all yours. i don't want it anymore."

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She wasn't sure why, but she hadn't expected for him to be so nice; god knows how she might've been had she been on the other end of this cheesecake scenario— and spoiler, it wouldn't be near as graceful. It was that initial wave that had her lower lip sticking out, empathy gaining traction. "Wait, no, I mean... I'm sure they totally have more in the back." Scout looked at her tiny dessert then threw a look over at her shoulder, towards the flippy-floppy doors she's seen the waiters coming in and out of.

Whilst no tray-clad person was in view, her heart clung to the thought that, well, she could eat her cheesecake and he could have it too. So as she turned back, she erased the distance that he'd created between them, popping that bubble entirely as her hand reached for his arm. "We're getting you that cheesecake," she said assuredly, poking her finger at the nose of the mask. Just that extra bit closer now, she could see his eyes a bit better, and the vague familiarity of them caused her to sway on her feet, caused her to blink her eyes as if she couldn't trust them. "Worst case, if I have to," her loose nature caused her to tilt in towards him, to pat his chest, "I'll go 70-30 on this bitch. And I don't offer that to just anyone."

finley was trying to enjoy the ball prepared by the conrads for their daughter for tonight, adjusting to the fact that he isn't working, that he was actually a guest this time. the man has almost never left lainey's side the whole night, and this is one of those few times, needing a refill of his drink, and maybe some of the tiny appetizers people won't shut up about.

once his drink was secured, he then walks to where the appetizers were, eyes immediately landing on the sole cheesecake left. he licks his lower lip, reaching for it when his hand bumps into someone else who had the same idea on what to have next.

the voice seemed too familiar, someone from his past, and the memories he left behind when the one in it vanished on him. finley tries to process the words leaving her lips, but he couldn't. he doesn't really expect to see her in the same space as him again after what she did. "uhm, yeah...you can take that, no big deal. cheesecake's all yours." he steps back a little, attempting to turn his attention of the other appetizers on the table, hoping scout won't recognize his voice.

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Scout liked that she'd felt understood, despite maybe what she'd said coming off a bit wonky or a bit not all that socially-acceptable. She'd even smiled against the rim of her glass as she watched and listened to Stephanie. It was a smile that'd gone devilish at the intake of the other's suggestion. "Well in that case..." Scout uttered, seconds before tipping that champagne flute way back. The bubbles in her stomach tingled, then warmed, causing Scout to hum softly as she set her glass down.

There was just barely a streak of condensation before Scout was onwards and upwards, asking questions of, "how wild we trying to go for Tiff here?" and "vodka or tequila?" In the end, her hand wound itself down, fingers interlocking with the other as her shoulder gently bumped the others. "Really it's your go. I'm up for anything."

Scout. What a fucking champ. She could always count on Scout to make her feel a little less embarrassed about the stupid shit she would say or do. Stephanie definitely wasn’t someone who lived life with a plethora of regrets or anything, but she was only human. Naturally there were going to be times where she felt like hm… maybe I should have just shut the fuck up. But she never felt like that around Scout. Not even a little.

Every twenty minutes or so, Stephanie would often mull over how sad this event actually is. The Conrads lost their daughter who was only in her twenties and Daisy lost her mother. Jordan lost the mother of his child. Fans lost their beloved popstars and families lost loved ones. But people like Scout made it easy to push past the sadness and live in the moment. For what it was, at least.

“Well you already know, there are shots with our names on them…” she teased right back, looking out to the crowd of people as she pressed the glass to her lips and took a sip.

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location: the conrad masquerade ball, anywhere closed: @rafelix

Scout could feel herself getting closer and closer to trouble. It was just... the slope she was used to. An inevitable end, really— especially once you considered the champagne, the shots, the joint she'd smoked with one of the cocktail servers out back. But head loopy and wonky aside, Scout was together enough to notice the benefactors of this whole thing, the Conrads, heading closer towards her.

With a squeak, she dipped sideways, gripping onto a nearby bicep and placing herself in their shadow. "Don't mind me," she said, whilst peering around his side, then ducking back again, her silly little head hidden just behind his shoulder. "But like totally don't move. Thanks, much appreciated!"

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location: the conrad masquerade ball, at the bar closed: @bencolas

"Thank youuu," she said to the bartender, her voice gone sing-song and the corners of her lips hitched higher, in direct opposition to her eyelids which fell heavy. Did she need the two green tea shots she'd just ordered? No, not necessarily. But sad or dark, morbib, whatever you wanted to call this shindig, it was still at its core a party. And parties called for shots. Exactly why she'd taken the one and slid it harshly to her right, nudging the muscled body. "Congratulations, you've won the free shot lotto." Scout twisted in towards him— a him that she now recognized as Ben— her body situating itself close to his side as her head lulled, half intoxicated and half in query. "Cash in with a clink and a cheers in the next thirty seconds. Times a ticking."

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location: the conrad masquerade ball, dessert table closed: @finleypark

The sugars in her bubbly were never going to be enough to satisfy Scout's sweet tooth. She was a dessert girly through and through, and from the few murmurs she'd heard, there was a mini cheesecake that she just had to get her hands on. Plate in hand, she maneuvered her way down as best she could— ultimately hindered: first by her own clumsy nature, then onward by the booze and the towering heels she'd strapped to her feet in the name of fashion.

Lemon square, pass. Macaroon, a quick one on the go. Decadent brownie, she'd have to come back for one later. Cheesecake, cheesecake, cheesecake... ah-ha!

With just a single square left, her hand darted out, just barely beating out another. Scout looked up to meet the eyes of her competitor, only to find them hard to make out, a golden mask in the way. "I'd apologize, except... I really want this. And you know, 'mess with the bull you get the horns,' amiright?" she said, raising her right hand up to her forehead, thumb and pinkie prodded out to mimic horns. To mimic his mask. Whoever he was.

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