jewelsandgemma:
“We’re at camp. Of course the bonfires are gonna be outside, and yes you’ll smell like smoke and there will probably even be a few bug bites. But it’s all part of the experience. It’s how it’s always been. Besides, what’s the point of having a bonfire in the Dining Hall? We wouldn’t even be able to have the actual fire. It may as well be a normal dinner at that point.”
“I’m well aware.” Scottie muttered. A part of him wanted to mention how Camp wasn’t an experience for him anymore -- more of an obligation, but Scottie decided to hold his tongue. “I didn’t -- I’m not stupid, Gemma.” Scottie made a face in her direction. “I didn’t mean they should move the actual bonfire into the Dining Hall.”
“What’s wrong with having a regular dinner?”
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lucysravioli:
“If you could be Chris Pratt, that would be great.” Lucy lied. Girls liked the girl from Parks & Recs, right? She smiled, head tilted to the side as she her eyes wandered over his body. “But seriously, what’s your name?”
Scottie barked out a laugh. “Chris Pratt.” He was more of an Office kind of guy, but even Scottie couldn’t deny the hilarity of Chris. Scottie didn’t miss the way the girl -- Lucy -- looked at him. “Scott, but everyone just calls me Scottie.” He replied, smirking.
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ardensmacdonald:
“Scottie, they’re good for you. You’re just hurting yourself by not eating them.”
“Part of me is inclined to think you’re lying through your teeth, Nugget.”
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ardensmacdonald:
“It…it was a joke but…” Arden paused. “You really don’t notice the difference? The s’mores are so much better because they are made with good marshmallows, and they’re so much better and fluffier.”
Scottie chuckled, glancing down at the misplaced bags of graham crackers, marshallows, and generic chocolate bars. “Yeah, no. I don’t eat s’mores.”
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jewelsandgemma:
“Yeah, well they’re a great way to get acquainted with people, don’t you think? Especially the ones who weren’t here a month ago.”
Using one of his hands, Scottie made a very non-committal wiggle of his fingers. “Eh,” His father had been sending him to Camp Minnetaega every second he had. It wasn’t worth meeting new people unless you were positive they’d show up again soon. “My clothes smell like smoke, my eyes are watering, and the only thing to eat around here is sub-par s’mores. Would it kill them to have this thing in the Dining Hall every now and then?”
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adamgreerton:
“Only because without you it would have been just me and ‘happy go lucky’ in the cabin.”
Scott couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Damn, I knew you thought I was irresisti-- wait, are you--” He shook his head. “No fucking way. Malone came back?”
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lucysravioli:
„I wouldn‘t know,“ Lucy spoke up from beside the boy, „but if that‘s true, I might as well just leave by the third time. Name‘s Lucy, like that Beatles song. You are?“
“Count yourself lucky, babe,” Scottie replied, eyeing the girl next to him. He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. “The Beatles? I was thinking more along the lines of that ScarJo movie that came out a few years ago.” Scott allowed his eyes to travel the length of the girl. “I’m anything you want me to be.”
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isabclacastillo:
Isabela came up behind him. She stood on her tiptoes and put her chin on his shoulder. “Wow, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine today, Scott.”
“Only for you, baby girl,” Scott replied cheekily, turning his head ever so slightly in Izzy’s direction.
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adamgreerton:
“Same old you? Not gonna lie, I was hoping you wouldn’t come back.”
“Don’t lie, Greerton. You missed me.” Scottie smirked. Truthfully, he hadn’t planned on coming back but his dad had other ideas apparently.
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ardensmacdonald:
“Yeah, but that one had the shitty marshmallows. We’ve been blessed by the brand-name ones this time.”
“The fact that you consider brand-name marshmallows an upgrade is...” Scottie’s tone was indignant. “...embarrassing.”
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“Same old shit, huh? Didn’t we just have a bonfire like, a month ago?”
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character development | meet the muse
[ BASICS. ]
Full Name: Scott Michael Harris
Nickname(s): Scottie
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Preferred Pronouns: he/him
Birthday: 13th November 1999
Astrological Sign: Scorpio
Place of Birth: Englewood, Colorado
Residence: Englewood, Colorado (Currently at Camp Minnetaega in Allsbrock, Colorado)
Species: Human
Parent(s)/Guardian(s): Anastasiya Harris (step-mother), Michael Harris (biological father)
Sibling(s): Alexandra Harris (half-sister, younger)
Pet(s): n/a
Spoken Language(s): English
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic
Religion: Catholic
[ PHYSICAL. ]
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5′ 8″
Weight: 161 lbs
Build: Athletic
Dominant Hand: Right
Glasses or Contacts: n/a
Tattoos: n/a
Piercings: n/a
Scars: 3in scar on left calf
Physical or Mental Illnesses: n/a
Allergies: n/a
[ PSYCHOLOGICAL. ]
Dreams: have a penthouse in Las Vegas
Skills/Hobbies: rock climbing, canoeing, drag racing
Habits: smirks 24/7
Likes: adventures, adrenaline chasing
Dislikes: pabst blue ribbon, the color green
Phobias: n / a
Positive Traits: spontaneous & adventurous
Negative Traits: impulsive & non-committal
[ HISTORY. ]
Had Sex: yes
Smoke | Drank | Done Drugs: no | yes | yes
Education: high school graduate
Occupation: student (online)
Occupation they wanted as a child: professional football player
Criminal Record: n/a
[ OTHER. ]
Cabin: Cabin Neptune
Year: 2nd
Faceclaim: Jordan Fisher
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character development | autumn break
don’t worry, my dad’s got it.
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