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chinatown was, by far, his favourite place in the entire city of san francisco. granted, he didn't know much about china at all before stumbling across it, but he'd actually learned a lot over his visits.<p>

for one, he learned that chinese food was delicious. the odd time he had a few bucks, he would always go to china town for some chow mein and dumplings. for two, he knew that they really liked dragons - and cats. which was distasteful in his humble opinion and make him crinkle his nose in opposition, but at least dragons were cool. their language was confusing, but he liked to listen to it, and the colours were so bright and vibrant, especially at night. what he liked most about it, though, were the people.<p>

there were so many people. tourists, san francisco natives, chinese immigrants looking for a little piece of home. everyone had a different story, and none of them knew his. he liked being out among the crowds, lost within their depths, because no one was actively reminding him of his situation. he could blend in among them, alone but surrounded. he didn't know what it was about here that was so different - everywhere else he got looks, as if they knew he had nowhere to be or go and were judging him for it. maybe here, everyone else was just too busy or distracted to notice? either way, it was a welcome change.<p>

he knew a lot of the other kids he'd met at the shelters liked to come here, because their sticky fingers could get lost in a crowd, but scot wasn't like that. he didn't want to take anything from anyone just because he didn't have the means to get it for himself - everything about that seemed wrong, and although some of his friends did it, he couldn't bring himself to. if that made him seem like a loser, then a loser he'd have to be. i'll have a job some day. then who'll be the losers.<p>

just as he turned into an alley full of unique little markets selling everything from fruits and veggies to jewelry and pirated DVDs, scot smacked right into someone. someone significantly smaller than him. a clumsy "oomf!" escaped his mouth as he ricocheted backward, but reached out to grab the arms of whoever it was he'd bumped into, hopefully to keep them from falling. looking down after catching his own balance, scot realized he'd just smacked straight into a girl. a tiny one. "i'm really sorry! are you okay? did you drop anything? shoulda watched where i was going." his cheeks flared pink with embarrassment.

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<div class="fings">@ clementine agnes gru ✎ laaauren i'm sorry if dis poop.
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scot didn't know why he'd agreed to this.<p>

for months he had been visiting one of the career counsellors at the ymca, trying to figure out what, if any, his options were. for the past year he had been in san francisco, a very young pup suddenly thrust into a young adult human's body and with pretty much no idea how to handle it. after he left the hospital, he had nowhere to go. the staff had pointed him in the direction of some shelters, but that was all the help he'd been given. he couldn't really blame anyone - what help do you give someone with no family, no means of income and no idea where or what they suddenly were?<p>

alone and terrified, he'd clung to the first friendships he made at the shelter. not exactly the best crowd to be mixed up in, he knew that now - but at the time, they were nice and offered to help him. scot hadn't really been in a position to turn down any offers of assistance. but the more time he spent with those kids, the more uncomfortable he became. they didn't seem to care about anything - money, their families, what strangers thought, their futures. and the more time he spent around some of the others his age that came through the shelter regularly, the more he realized that he had nothing in common with those kids. scot cared. he wanted to succeed. or at least... he thought he did? he didn't really know anything for sure.<p>

so there he was, stumbling awkwardly through the revolving doors of the head office of the san francisco sun newspaper, grossly underdressed and shrinking away from the looks of confusion and disapproval. clutching his messenger bag with white knuckles, scot swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to remember what his counsellor had said.<p>

"i don't want you to feel overwhelmed when you arrive. i've noticed that you withdraw into yourself when you're uncertain - and you will be uncertain. but what you do have, is charm. you're a very outgoing boy, and you have confidence and determination in your eyes. stand tall and show them that."<p>

straightening, scot released the strap of his bag and wiped the sweaty palms on the back of his jeans. be cool, scot. be cool. with a deep breath he approached the front desk, trying to ignore his steadily increasing heart rate.
appearing cool, collected and charming was easier said than done when possibly your entire future rested on making a good impression on these people. funny, how the more important something is, the more difficult it becomes to succeed. by funny, i mean unfair.<p>

"hi," he greeted with a wide smile. the receptionist raised a brow and looked at him expectantly. crap, she didn't fall for it. "um, i have an appointment with... ms. paige?" his confidence faltered as the unimpressed woman behind the desk gave him a visitor's badge and waved carelessly towards a cluster of armchairs.<p>

"she'll be down soon."<p>

and then he was invisible, her attention now on something clearly far more important than some ragamuffin kid. with a bow of his head, scot turned and headed for the chairs. settling into one, scot released a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and started a staring contest with the potted miniature palm tree opposite him. the seconds on the clock overhead ticked away at an agonizingly slow pace, his leg beginning to twitch up and down rapidly. man, is this what all interviews are like?


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<div class="fings">@ lillian olivia paige ✎ OMG sorry if this is poop! my first posts with babs are all over the place as i get a feel for them <3</div>
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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px;">scamp ★ lady and the tramp ★ connor jessup ★ hero ★ nineteen</div><p>

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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Poppins'; font-weight:800; font-size: 40px; color: #fff; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: -2px -5px #AED56B;">HOLDING ON</div><br>
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"Can you tell me your name, son?"<p>

You had a name, you must have a name. Everyone gets one when they're born. You just... can't remember yours.<p>

"Uhhh... I think it started with an S..."<p>

You caught the look the nurse gave you as she changed whatever it was that they stuck inside you when you got there. You don't really know what it is - you don't know much at all - but you know that it's not good. It sends your stomach lurching and you avert your eyes back to the doctor. His eyes are kinder, less judgmental.<p>

"An S, as in... What about Scott? That's a common name."<br>
"Is it?"<p>

You think about it. If it was common, maybe that was it. Either way, it was more of a name than you had now. You ask the doctor to spell it, and you wrinkle your nose at the extra 'T'. You don't know why it's there, so you say you only want to spell your name with one. Scot.<p>

"Well, Scot. It's nice to finally meet you - John Doe is so impersonal. I assume you don't know your last name either, then?"<P>
You shake your head.<P>
"Alright. Well, that's a job for tomorrow I think. Why don't you rest up, and I'll come back to ask you a few more questions after you get a good night's sleep and some fuel in you."<p>

The doctor leaves, closing the door behind him, and you're left alone in the large cold room. The blankets over you are warm, but you shiver in spite of that. You glance around at all the machinery around you, and for the first time you realize the gravity of your situation. You had just spent more hours than you knew how to count running on four legs through a terrifying world of darkness and danger, and now found yourself sitting in a slightly stiff (but comfy nonetheless) bed after wobbling around on two legs and nearly passing out from exhaustion and malnutrition. You knew that you came from somewhere else, you could remember the impending shadows and the dirt beneath your paws. You could remember the silhouette of a dog you knew was your mother, exhausted and emotional but with the most gentle eyes and inviting scent you'd ever experienced. You could even remember the other pups that looked more like her, squirming around beside you while you fed.<p>

But they weren't there now. You were alone, and you couldn't remember your name. You didn't know where you were, what you were or even how to feel. Your chest and head felt achey, your stomach was still growling and you were alone. Surrounded by white walls, and what the nurse said was a television whirring with white noise in the background as the machine beside your bed continued to speak. <p>

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.</div><p>
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Amatic SC'; color: #476C76; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 14px;">so much more than i can carry</div><p>
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Everyone has a different story - some are similar, some vastly different. Some are sad, some are happy. Yours... well, you're not sure what yours is. What you do know is, no story you've heard so far is like yours.<p>

Every kid you've met here has a different reason for being where they are. Some were given away by their parents, some were taken from them. Some lost them in an accident, and some ran away. No one really liked talking about their reasons - except the kids who ran away, they brought it up all the time. Like they were proud or something. Maybe their families were bad, maybe their homes were unhappy, but there were a few that had run away just because. And that seemed insane to you.<p>

"I wanted my independence."<br>
"I wanted to make my own rules."<br>
"I was being suffocated."<p>

Maybe their reasons were good enough for them, but you couldn't help but feel like if given the choice to stay or leave a home and a family - you would stay. You'd be crazy not to stay. A roof over your head, food in your belly and people who love you sounds like a pretty sweet gig - one you wish you'd had even a chance at. When they start going on and on about the family and lives they'd left behind, you stay quiet. Others talk, agree or disagree, but not you. You feel an anger bubbling deep within you, because they're stupid... stupid fucking idiots for thinking that running away from home was cool.<p>

You feel your fists curl into a ball, knuckles white with a rage you don't quite understand.<p>




No one's story is like yours.<p>

Everyone at least had years of a life that they could remember. They were children, they had ages - 3, 6, 10, 14 - but not you. You remember being a pup, still uneasy and wobbly on your feet as you ran, ran until your lungs were burning, and barking until your throat was hoarse. Then suddenly, you were on two legs - unsteadier even than before. You were tall, furless and cold, weak and exhausted. Everything changed in an instant. You went from a newborn puppy to a young man in seconds, and sometimes you feel robbed of the kind of life you might have had if the situation were different. Sometimes it makes you angry, but mostly it makes you sad. Jealous, even, of everyone else who got to grow up - something you still have to do.<p>

You went back to that place almost a year later - where they said they found you. Because you could feel the memory of your puppyhood fading, and that was something you didn't want to lose. You barely had a life as it was, you couldn't stand having even less of one. You didn't know what going there would do - if it would jog any memories at all, but you just knew it was something you had to do. The weather was chilly, the winds picking up and leaves rustling around you as you stepped onto the bridge. You look around absently, hands tucked into your pockets. But just as you reach the halfway point, everything changes.<p>

You're on four legs again - only this time, you're much... taller. You've grown. You knew it sounded crazy, that you remember being a puppy before being a teenage boy, but now... you have proof. And you know that you can be a dog again, you don't have to be one or the other. But as you take a few wobbly steps and take in your surroundings, you realize you may not want to stay here for much longer. The darkness you remember as a puppy, the scary shadow creatures and frightening noises, they're still here. You can feel them. This world doesn't feel safe. Neither does the other one, really, but its safer than this.<p>

But before you go, your memories become clearer. And you're a little older now, so you understand them better. You remember the damp wood of the wagon as it bounced and bumped along, the smell of your mother and sisters curled up beside you. You remember feeling your mother's worry and fear, and wanting so badly to cheer her up. And then you remember, one night while you were sleeping, the wagon hit a massive hole and you went tumbling out. You woke up as you hit the ground, covered in mud as the rain began to soak you. You watched through sleepy, bleary eyes as the wagon rolled away, and with a surge of adrenaline you ran.<p>

And ran, and ran, and ran. But you never caught up.<P>

And as you cross back over to San Francisco, emotions high and memories vivid, breathing heavy, you wonder - did your mother even notice you were missing?
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NAME:
    SCOT / the name scot is actually of scottish origin, meaning 'wanderer'. i found this appropriate for scamp because his dream in the film was always to be wild and free, and while that story never happened in canon, i believe it's still in his nature to want that kind of adventurous life. also, scamp was voiced by actor scott wolf so it worked perfectly.<P>

    CONNER / i struggled with a middle name for scot a LOT, but i ended up deciding on conner. it's of irish origin meaning 'wolf lover', which i thought was appropriate because obviously he's a canine. second, it's a variation of his face's name, connor. third, as i mentioned, his voice actor's last name is wolf.<p>

    GRAYSON / the origin of grayson is english and literally means 'son of the gray family'. i mostly chose it as an homage to his father, tramp, who he takes after in appearance.
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<p>PLAYBY:
    CONNOR JESSUP / while i was hmming and haaing over my scamp feels, jane so stealthily pointed out that she had faces for him. and faces usually seal the deal. connor jessup was the first face she showed me, and of the two he definitely favours the tramp looks more, which i thought was appropriate because so did scamp. and also… he's a fecking cutie. like so cute.
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<p>BIRTHDAY: june 15th.<br>

<p>OCCUPATION:
    scot is currently homeless. he doesn't have a job, because he never learned the skills necessary to get himself one.
    he was sort of an orphan, and with a veeeery young mind at that despite his teenage body. i eventually want him to learn those skills and get help getting himself a job, but right now he's on the streets and in shelters.
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<p>POWERS & ABILITIES: none really.<br>

<p>PERSONALITY:
    scot is a lot like his animated self, despite everything that never actually happened to him. he never grew up thinking that being a house dog was the pits, instead he's spent the last couple of years with the life he dreamed of having in his canon. he also never really 'grew up' so to speak. he was a very young pup when he crossed to san francisco, so he hasn't actually been around for very long. he still had a very young mindset when he got here, innocent and naive and impressionable. in the past year he's fell in with the wrong crowd and become pretty reckless. he doesn't think much before doing something, he's brash and impulsive, and is living in a moral grey area because he's never had anyone to tell him otherwise. he's also feeling a lot of residual anger at the thought that his mother didn't try to come after him when he fell off the wagon. <p>

    aside from that, he is still very much the puppy we all know and love, despite his penchant for bad decisions. he's kind, he has a good heart, he's clumsy and funny, playful and a little too trusting, but very trustworthy. the biggest difference: the one thing he wants more than anything in the world, is a home and a family.
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<p>BACKGROUND:
    when you think about it, scamp hasn't really been around very long. lady had her litter while traveling with tony and joe to try and find tramp, but the darkness began to settle in not long after his birth. during an encounter with creatures from the darkness, the wagon was knocked around and scamp and his sisters fell off, separated from their mom. in the madness of it all, it wasn't difficult for them to get separated from each other. scamp tried to run after the wagon, but his bark was too small and his legs were too short to keep up at all. but he kept running. every once in a while his tiny legs would give up and he would have to collapse to catch his breath and regain some energy. he ran so far and long that he eventually crossed the portal, long after his mother. he didn't know or realize what it was, but he'd been running so long in one direction that he was determined to keep going. straight into san francisco and a human body. he was taken to the hospital for malnutrition - having been separated from his mom and not really properly feeding. once out, he had to fend for himself. but still a young puppy in a young adult's body, scamp had a hard time gathering his bearings. he didn't know what haven hill was or how to get there, so he's been living on his own on the streets. he's only been across the portal for just about a year, and suffice to say he's still very scared, confused and alone as he tries to navigate this world and his new body.
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<p>CANON CUTOFF:
    the canon cutoff occurs before the end of the film when the puppies are shown. in keeping with loor and jane's apps, tramp was welcomed happily into the family by jim dear and darling, but disappeared before he ever knew that lady was pregnant. desperate to find tramp, lady ran away from home and had her puppies while traveling with tony and joe to look for him. during an encounter with a creature from the darkness, lady and her puppies were separated. scamp has never known his father, and barely knew his mother and siblings aside from scent and sound. he was very young when he came across the portal, so he's still got the brain of a wee lil pup pup.
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