CUNNINGHAM, SCARLETT BETHANY

[SCARLETT BETHANY CUNNINGHAM]

SCARLETT CUNNINGHAM

full name scarlett bethany cunningham
nicknames scar is common.
type original
gender female
age fifteen
birthday february 12th
group reject
clique punk
grade sophomore
sexuality straight
occupation student
face claim chloe grace moretz
alias meeka

persona
sneaky, cunning, conniving, insidious, astute, outspoken, opinionated, loud, assertive, irrational, impulsive, obstinate, stubborn, headstrong, perverse, nonconformist, perceptive, good-hearted, artistic, intelligent, confident, independent.

life
born to a notoriously rich ceo, the former beautiful miss america pageant winner, and with a sister with looks and grace that could charm an entire neighborhood, scarlett seemed to be in the perfect, ideal family. growing up in a house with a white-picket fence in georgia, scarlett never seemed to feel like she belonged in the right family. while her mother tried to force her into pink frilly dresses and bows with blonde curly hair, she had resisted, refusing to give into annabelle cunningham’s demands – though she often had no choice. but her sister, felicity cunningham, seemed to be the perfect little girl, the favorite of her mother’s, the girl who had the world by storm, that would take everyone’s breath away when she walked into the room. jealousy was a huge part of scarlett’s life, infuriating her and controlling her life. by the time she was eight, she had realized that the only way to gain her mother’s approval was to conform, and so despite her beliefs, she was forced into her mother’s way of manicures and superficial things, which she had hated with a burning passion. desperate to gain her mother’s love and attention from felicity, she tried, really tried to fit in.

on the inside, scarlett was filled with opinion and thoughts and hatred that bottled up inside of her. she let herself go with her music and her art, she listened to loud, punk music that blasted into her ears and helped her contain her emotions. though she was not a typical artist, with paintings of landscape and sunset, she found herself creating works of vibrant colors and ink drawings of people. she found that though her mother and her sister could enjoy themselves by shopping and manicures, she found her own way by her drawings and her music. she had begun to get closer to her father, though constantly busy with his work as a ceo, he had showered her and her sister with gifts, like her treasured set of ink pens imported from germany. he had understood that cosmetics and fancy dresses, though were generous gifts, did not please scarlett, he had found his own way to make her happy, and scarlett had appreciated his efforts. she found herself spending more and more time with her father whenever he could manage some time for her, going out to batting cages and getting away from her mother.

entering high school in maryland, her sister, who was two school years older than her, had tried to mold her into a perfect little prep girl and had forced her to hang out with the most shallow, pretentious girls of her grade. she constantly felt the need to wear the most fashionable clothes and talk about the most popular subjects that she began to hate herself more and more. the conversations about boys and makeup, and the awful bubblegum pop songs that she was forced to listen to began to wear her out. she was sick of the cruel royals, their demands, and their manipulative nature, how you could never know who was your friend or who was going to backstab you. she hated the way they ruled the school, how everyone revered them just because they were royal, and not because they had done anything remotely close to changing the world, and how judgmental they were. scarlett wanted to be judged by who she was as a person, not if she had the newest purse from louis vuitton, or the cutest clothes, but by what she could do. she was tired of acting of someone she wasn’t, which led her to join the ranks of the punks at the end of her freshman year, starting the strain between the relationship of felicity and scarlett.

roleplaying sample
he watched her carefully, his gaze almost analytical, like a scientist, studying the behavior of an animal or some sort. he felt a little silly comparing her to an animal, but he figured that he should understand how she was feeling, the little body language she was giving to him in exchange for the little verbal expression. he probably wouldn’t say anything about it, but alex noticed – he noticed the reluctance, the slight fear in her eyes as she reached out to take his hand. the pause, the vulnerability, the tension in the air that was undeniable. his breath caught, and he suddenly was in fear whether she would take her hand back, disregard his attempt to fix their seemingly broken (was it really broken?) friendship. it was symbolic, almost. would she take his hand so they could get through and patch whatever had gone wrong in their friendship? or would she pull back and leave him behind with only memories to spare?

alex breathed a sigh of relief the minute her hand took his, as he gently helped her up off her seat. her touch was brief, her hand leaving his immediately, and suddenly he got the feeling that she wasn’t very comfortable with physical contact with him – no matter how casual the contact had been. it was to be expected, he suddenly realized, she had kissed him and kissing was certainly a physical contact that could’ve alluded to just taking a hand. another glance at velouette told alex that she had somewhat recovered from whatever hesitation that had plagued her earlier. a half-smile was in place of that somewhat fearful look in her eyes just merely moments ago. "where are we headed to?"

he looked around the spa, his vision focusing on the door ahead of him. turning back, he gave vel a smile. “i was thinking just a simple walk around the lake, nothing big,” alex said, leading the way to the door. one small push opened the glass door to a bright light and the deep blue of the lake outside. it was such a beautiful day that a lot of the hogwarts students were spending the day outside and socializing with their friends along the shore, but frankly, none of that made a difference on alex. he figured that a nice stroll in the fresh air would clear both their minds and maybe actually get some talking done.

suddenly, as they stepped out of the spa and onto the pathway that circled around the very large lake, he felt like a little eleven-year-old boy again, trying to figure out how to talk to a girl, yet getting over the idea that girls had cooties. he stuffed his hands in his pockets, clearing his throat as to trying to figure out how to bring out the subject in the most efficient way possible. normally, he wouldn’t have trouble finding words or approaching a situation, but how could you ask your best friend why she kissed you without it being awkward? then it hit him that there was no way the subject could not be awkward.

“why did you do it?” he finally asked, his voice strained. “why did you kiss me?”

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