#〈 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄 / 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 〉

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open starter : @ the bastion

" mind your business. " scarlette speaks as she hears someone approach. the daughter of the left side had just finished a job, and she was quickly shedding the bloodied shirt to expose a rather... unconventional outfit to work in. but she'd been at the club, and had only snagged a shirt from a store to cover her dress in hopes of it not getting ruined. ducking into the bastion to change was the easiest way to get back to her night.

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scar  continued  to  watch  the  antonini's  man  walk  off.  he  couldn't  really  tell  her  much,  but  she  also  didn't  wish  to  attend  a  fight  in  the  middle  of  a  night  club.  "  sounds  boring.  "  she  shares  with  a  shrug.  while  scarlette  knew  she  was  supposed  to  learn  more  about  who  was  in  each  gang  under  the  table,  she  did  not  care  enough  to.  the  girl  knew  who  she  needed  to.

a  bright  smile  lights  atop  her  lips  at  the  suggestion,  "  i  couldn’t  agree  more.  did  i  tell  you  about  the  new  shot  i  saw  online  ?  it’s  called  a  sour  gummy  bear.  ”  people  claimed  it  tasted  more  like  a  starburst,  but  scar  was  willing  to  try  anything.  then  again,  tequila  was  also  always  a  good  choice.  “  probably.  i  assume  you  have  to  go  ?  ”  she  doubted  they  had  a  choice  in  the  matter,  really.

Valentina shakes her head at matteo, scrunching a face at him when he turns to walk away before she looks back to her friend. "he always has been. needs to be all in the family business." that was his job, but that didn't mean he had to constantly ruin her fun. let a girl grieve how she wished.

Plucking her drink from scar, it only took three gulps to finish off her drink, moving to link their arms together. "i suggest we have a couple shots, get a new drink, and show them all up on the dance floor." the last thing she wanted to do was to drawn matty boys attention again. "are you going to attend the gala?" it was obvious that both of them would be there.

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⸻ ryan destiny, 28, cis woman, she/her ; ] welcome to the bastion, SCARLETTE STEELE. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are TWENTY EIGHT and have been around london for YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be SENSUAL and VAIN, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a SOCIALITE will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your DECADENCE OOZING OFF THE DIAMOND JEWELRY YOU WEAR ON A DAILY BASIS / A GIANT BOUQUET OF RED ROSES REPLACED LIKE PERFECT CLOCKWORK / SPENDING HOURS IN THE LOUVRE JUST FOR A GLIMPSE OF BEAUTY in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / monet de haan ( gossip girl 2 ), regina george ( mean girls ), camille ( bring it on ). [ ⸻ honey ; daughter of the left side

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full name . scarlette selene steele

nickname(s) . scar

age . 28

sexuality . bisexual

place of birth . london, england

occupation . socialite

height . 5'1"

tattoos . a dainty tattoo with her mother's birthdate on her left shoulder.

piercings . all over her ears, belly button

pinterest . here

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

( tw: death of a parent, death in childbirth, murder )

the underworld birthed her, at least, that's what people often say. a spitting image of her father, ruthless and a perfect fit for the side of the table she would one day inherit. only scarlette never quite wanted all that, power is great, but the young woman just wanted to live.

and so live she does, partying up every moment she gets, ignoring the darkness she thrives in, ignoring the responsibilities she has to the table. how does she get away with it? knowing her limits. scarlette only pushes so much, but in the end she'll always be an obedient girl with a heavy dash of rebellion. her father thinks she'll grow out of it, hopes even, but only time will tell. he's always been a bit easier on her than her siblings in many ways, after all, her mother passed away birthing her. that grace only extends so far, though, she's also the only sibling who is pushed through as strenuous and grueling training as she was. but the future of the left side has to be strong, she has to be deadly. scarlette is a perfect weapon even if she refuses to admit it.

she has very odd views on death, which is perhaps why she can deliver it so well. scarlette favors poison above most other things, a dark and ruthless little sickness rooted in her very soul. she's the one they send when pain and suffering is the only option and boy does she deliver. the silent death of the left side is a force to be reckoned with, that's for certain.

she prefers to live in paris to london, and did so for the past ten years about. only now has she come home, the drive was getting exhausting and when her father called, she knew it wasn't a question.

does her best plotting and scheming in art museums, ironic that she plans for death surrounded by beautiful history. her degree is actually in art history, not that she'd ever use it.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on main :

i don't have the brain to write these out but give her frenemies, a solid friend group, exes, flings, friends with benefits, will they won't they's, flirtationships, you name it, just give it

〈 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄 / 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 〉,〈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉

〈 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄 / 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 〉,〈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉

〈 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄 / 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 〉,〈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉

〈 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄 / 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 〉,〈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉

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a  small  sigh  slips  from  her  body,  scarlette  was  a  bit  brazen  and  cared  little  for  rules,  but  she’d  never  intentionally  try  to  insult  the  head  of  the  fucking  table.  “  i  always  feel  safe  in  the  bastion.  i  know  it’s  silly,  but  i’ll  remember  to  look  before  i  speak  next  time.  ”  because  she  was  lucky  morgaine  chose  to  forgive  her.

while  scar  believed  that  the  woman  had  a  soft  spot  for  any  children  of  the  table,  she  would  rather  not  push  her  luck.  years  of  growing  up  playing  in  the  space  that  was  certainly  not  for  children  taught  her  well.  one  mistake  might  be  forgiven,  second  mistakes  do  not  happen.  she  might  fight  her  job  sometimes,  she  might  struggle  and  wish  she  had  a  picturesque  childhood,  but  she  knew  where  her  life  truly  was.  the  table  had  her  loyalty,  and  morgaine  was  the  head  of  that.

a  dark  chuckle  slips  from  her  lips,  smiling  as  she  glances  at  the  blonde  fully.  “  tongue,  eye,  fingers…  afraid  they  won’t  be  sharing  their  tales  for  several  reasons,  ma’am.  ”  examples  were  made,  and  what  was  meant  to  simply  be  a  warning  had  turned  when  the  other  attempted  to  fight  scarlette  off.  poor  choice.  thankfully,  she  had  authorization  to  finish  the  job  the  way  she  did  if  faced  with  resistance. 

Morgaine leans against the wall. “Your apology is accepted, but I think it demonstrates that one must always be aware of one’s surroundings, hmm? Especially in our line of work. That’s something the cannot be taken for granted.”

Morgaine was easy on Scarlette because she was the daughter of the Head of the Left Side of Table: valuable weapons in Morgaine’s arsenal. Scarlette was also very good at what she did despite her youth, but her upbringing had given her all the influence she needed. Of course if any of them were step out of line there would be consequences. Few people under Morgaine’s rule were allowed second chances and those only came by through consistent loyalty. Loyalty was always rewarded.

A faint smirk then crosses her red lips at Scarlette’s success. “Very good. I’m pleased to hear it. When someone spits at the Table, you take their tongue. We don’t do an eye for an eye here; if someone takes an eye from us we take their head. Simple.”

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“  keep  that  phrase  on  your  tongue  in  this  world  and  you’ll  go  a  long  way.  ”  she’s  probably  preaching  to  the  choir,  but  scar  offers  the  words  kindly,  not  condescendingly.  a  smirk  tops  her  lips,  and  she  can’t  help  but  chuckle  a  bit  as  she  straightens  her  dress.  “  i’ll  keep  that  in  mind  for  next  time.  ”  she  damn  sure  wasn’t  paying  for  this  to  be  kept  secret.  “  you  wouldn’t  notice  someone  go  from  bloody  to  fabulous  ?  how  sad.  i  put  a  lot  of  effort  into  this  look.  ”

"I don't see anything." At least nothing that was too out of the ordinary at this point for him to flinch in the process. "You'e lucky, usually I like to get paid for my discretion." He wasn't above putting some cash in his pocket, just for the hell of it. "Though I would not have really noticed if you hadn't said anything."

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scarlette resigns herself to valantina's fun. she's not about to get in the way, it's sort of fun to watch people get knocked down a peg. " fine, fine. " she says, laughing a it as she watches the others. the woman and man both seem so skeptical, thinking her small friend couldn't harm a fly. if only they knew. people underestimating someone certainly had its perks.

only the approach of someone who would ruin their fun makes scar groan. scarlette quickly chugs her drink and sets the glass on a nearby surface, at least they'll get to dance now. her eyes bounce between matteo and val, chuckling a bit as the fight is clearly not happening. well, she gets her dancing sooner now, it seems.

another laugh slips from her lips when he friend turns back to her and she holds out the other's drink. " too quick, matty boy is a fun suck. " she admits. " i need another drink, which means you need to chug that and then we can grace the dance floor. "

There was always some type of trouble when she was out with scarlett. what type of night would it be if there wasn't. "i promise it won't take long. then we can dance until we can't." valentina knew she worried about being kicked out, but there were some perks when it came to being at one of her families clubs. there would be fights, but that was a little later in the night.

Valentina turns to look at the woman, legs shifting into an athletic stance. her arms raise, fingers curling into fists. "ms. antonini." she cringes at the sound of her name, disappointment flashing in her eyes when she watches the light bulb click for the woman that challenged her. there was going to be no fight.

It didn't take much longer for the man and woman to retreat, not wanting to cause issues with the family that very much owned the establishment they were standing in. "matteo, you always have a way to ruin my fun." she pouts, shaking her head. he gives her a look, knowing that there was a time and place. "fine, i'll go dance."

She turns back to her friend, reaching out to take her drink. "i hope that was quick enough for you," she laughs. "time for the dance floor?"

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shit. scarlette bites her lips to refrain from speaking out loud. of course she would smart off to the head of the fucking table. it wasn't as if scar was the most behaved in the world, but she at least knew when to use her manners. speaking to morgaine was certainly one of those situations.

finishing up, she tosses the shirt into the trashcan and dusts off her dress before turning to the blond. " sorry, ma'am. i didn't notice that was you. " perhaps not the best excuse, but it was all she had.

the critical gaze was one she was used to, even if it didn't always come from the head of the table. " when duty calls. " she smirks, as much as scar was stubborn with doing her part, she still did. " it did, an easy job, but when someone spits at the table they can't expect many other outcomes. "

Morgaine is like a ghost drifting through the empty halls of the Bastion whilst the partygoers were occupied elsewhere. She isn’t one to just wander off, but she saw the opportunity to skulk around, to make sure things were as they should be, and was making the most of an absence of people. She wasn’t expecting to see anyone else hiding in the shadows and was surprised to cross paths with Scarlette.

“Might I remind you,” Morgaine begins bluntly. “That I’ll mind my business anywhere I please.”

She then eyes the bloodied shirt that Scarlette is disposing of. “Most people normally ditch work for a party, not the other way around. By the looks of things, though, I imagine the job was successful.”

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scarlette was trying her hardest not to giggle, the look on the other's face made it more than clear that he didn't expect such responses from a little girl, much less how to respond. did he think she was being cute ? scar had seen her friend best men twice this size. instead of responding yet, though, she simply continued to sip on her drink and let the amusement sparkle across her eyes.

she was about to wrap an arm around valentina and claim they should go dance, not to avoid a fight, but really just because this wasn't going anywhere. but scar was wrong, and soon she could read the signs in her friend plenty well. " of course it won't take long. " she says with a snort, reaching out and holding the drink. " but make that a promise, i want to dance more. " if they didn't get kicked out.

location: underground club in central london who: open to all

The night was going well, thus far, but that only meant Valentina jinxed herself. "you sure about that?" one of the guys trying to hit on her didn't like being turned down, his tone rising, a smirk growing on her lips in return. "such big talk," her eyes rake over him, "for a little man." she knew all the right places to land her hits, vocally.

A flash of mischievous glistened in her gaze, the drunk man continuing to banter away. then when some woman came to his side, accusing her of leading him on, she couldn't help but snort. "you are a pathetic wingman." she pointed out and when the other squared up, delight rippled through her. valentina turns to the person who came up behind her. "can you hold my drink, per favore? this won't take long."