Hiatus/PSA
Okay guys I think it is pretty obvious that Scott is on indefinite Hiatus.
If at the beginning of February there has been no news about S4 I’ll be deleting this blog.
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Beat It by Michael Jackson
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“I can feel her yearning for him”
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Seth Gecko’s Iconic Lines
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She was mostly unfazed by the stake, merely raising a brow before shaking her head tiredly. Not another one– maybe she should have just left town after Elena was put into a coma- maybe she should have followed Jeremy’s example. “—–First of all, quit pointing things at people, it’s kinda rude. Second of all, I’m Elena’s SISTER, Jan.”
The moment she mentions him pointing the stake at her his hues shift from it to the girl before he slowly lowers it at the mention of her name and being Elena's sister. "Sister?" He questions. "I thought she only had a brother..." who he didn't met. "What are you doing here? If I were you I'd be long gone from this town." Yet he doesn't take that advice himself.
Agenda
Alright. So here is the list of things that I got in my drafts. I don't have much Scott muse but I will try to make a few of these. @naiveeism @ferabestia @consumerofsins x2 @wesacrifice @ladicsa @magicparasite @higherpurposes @serpentofarchive @delishdove @chameleonchimera
I’ll try to get to these soon this week! Sorry for the delay! If I missed you like this!
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Caroline just smiled toward him, letting her eyes wander over his figure. There was definitely something off about him but she didn’t know how she would find out about it unless she spent time getting to know him. At the mention of God, Caroline wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it. Of course, people were allowed to believe in whatever they wanted to.
“I heard it was a pretty good place, so I decided to check it out,” she told him as she played with the glass that held her drink, “so, yep, all alone tonight.” She took a sip from the glass before setting it down and gesturing toward the stage. “How long have you been playing?”
"A good place seems to be the common description of this place. That's what I was told when I decided to play with my band here" he admits as he eyes her, watching her play with the glass in her hand. He looks over to the direction she points at, the stage, and then he turns to look back at her as she questions him. "Not long, about four months ago" he explains. "I used to play in the church band, but I decided to make my own band for personal reasons" he explains. "You liked it?"
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“Honey, I’d hate to burst your bubble, but there are these things called guns.”
"I hate to burst your knowledge, but I do know what guns are. Thing is that I don't care on using them which is why I got swords."
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❝ depends on what you’re gonna pay me. ❞ he rubs his fingers together for emphasis. this wasn’t an easy job, that is if he could even find a solution. and this was to see if there was a way, but there wasn’t enough money in the world for malachai to go up against the queen of hell. ( of course he knew about her, what fool practitioner in magic didn’t? ) ❝ how much is your sister worth to you? ❞
Brown hues widen at the word 'pay' coming from the other. Was he really charging him for doing this? "Dude, you can't be seriously charging for this" he says. "Where the hell can I even get money? My band doesn't even make five hundred dollars a month" that though was a work on progress since he was trying to get people to pay them more and get more places to play at to become famous. "My sister is worth my life...She died for me, so I think I'd die for her too" he doesn't realize he used the word 'think', but he couldn't take it back now. "How much you will charge me?" He asks before he makes a face, "Actually, are you even able to do things right and get my sister back without any further consequences for her?"
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“I’d love to hear your band sometime, Scott, I mean, if you invite me, of course.”
"Of course. You are always invited" he admits to her and smiles. "I can even give you VIP passes, just let me know when you want to go" he is trying to hide it, but he is excited that his sister wants to listen to his band. "You can even sing if you want. It could be cool. Oh, I got a playlist of the songs in my phone, here" he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Long fingers scroll and tap the screen until he reaches the playlist and hands it over to her as he tries to conceal a grin.
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❛ we all have to hide things. we do what we have to when it means survival. ❜ those that participated in the fight club knew her as kisa, not as the false queen that she assumed the title of, but there was so much to her that she’d kept hidden away. she’d much rather have them under lock and key than broadcasted publicly. they don’t deserve to know those parts of her, not when she’d been forced to be a martyr against her will. ❛ do you think that… they’re suspicious of you? ❜
she spares him a quick nod before slowly beginning to shake her head. ❛ no, i don’t allow weapons. ❜ that was honestly one of the very few rules that she’d establishedthat and no murder. ❛ if you ever change your mind i’m sure there’s someone we can get to teach you. ❜
Unfortunately Scott learned that the bad way. Everything he has done for survival were things that he wasn't very proud of, but there was no way to change that now. To hide the fact that his sister had died for him and he couldn't protect her wasn't something he didn't want many people to know because he wasn't proud of it. Besides, his bandmates saw him as a leader, as the people who saved them since he was the one to turn them. "I know for a fact that they don't trust me the same way they did after they found out that Kate was back. They are probably why I didn't knew of it and why is she around when I should've buried her after her death" he admits to her. He couldn't go back to bury his sister. He couldn't bring himself to revive those moments again that still hunted him. At the mentions of no weapons he shrugged, "Guess I won't be any good in those match" he admits. Now when she mentions that if he changed his mind he could get someone to teach him, his eyes widen for a moment and he meets her gaze, "Really?" He asks. "I mean, I'm in to learn. I want to know. When I don't have my weapons around there is not much I can do to harm the other..." he admits.
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