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Post by scout houghton dallas villiers on Nov 4, 2014 15:23:03 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/1hf71k.jpg) Being unable to spend Christmas with her family was something Scout had been aware of when she had first considered moving to a city and staying there awhile. It had been in the cons list that she had made. However, the pros had been it at the time and now she was experiencing first-hand the wrath of being away from them during the holidays. As December 25th crept closer, Scout felt the heartache of knowing her brother and parents were on the opposite coast, taking a slight pause from performing to enjoy the festive season. She had hoped to join them, but the cost of travel, her own schedule and an unfortunate detour to the hospital at the end of November had butchered those plans. She hated getting sick in general, but getting even the smallest of colds meant she needed a hospital bed and doctor’s care to make sure that her shunt was well-maintained and not about to become blocked. It officially blew her final hope of flying out for the holidays and though she put on a brave face when she told her parents, it was the worst news of the year for the tiny acrobat.
However, Scout wasn’t about to admit to it. She also didn’t tell Dax that her plans had been scuppered. She didn’t want him taking pity on her since she knew him well enough to know that he would make room for her at his family’s festivities. Scout didn’t want to impose on them any more than she already did. She joined their table often enough since moving in next door to their son, and Christmas was a time when it ought to just be them, not them and a bright haired circus drop out squashed at the end. So she kept unusually quiet, tiptoeing about her apartment and nimbly leaping over the creakiest of floorboards. If there was anyone in the world who could play ninja, it was Scout. She didn’t even need to touch the floor sometimes when she wanted to pass from one spot to another, instead climbing on furniture and using her ribbons like it was the norm. Her apartment looked so much like the circus she was from that sometimes she felt as though she had never left the troop. Although, right now, it only worked to remind her of where she wasn’t. As the television began to show more and more Christmas movies, Scout curled herself up on the couch to watch Moulin Rouge for the hundredth time, and re-runs of shows she had never seen before. Growing up on the move, things like F.R.I.E.N.D.S were not something she had heard of, but now she was finding them and laughing at them for the first time. It seemed to be as close to Christmas magic as she would get this year.
Doing her best to keep as quiet as possible, Scout made herself a cup of peppermint tea and curled herself back up on the couch, her pyjamas finally switched for some actual clothes. She had no plans to go anywhere in case she bumped into Dax, but lounging in pyjamas for days on end only reminded Scout about being sick. She wasn’t sick and didn’t want to think like that. She was just being quiet, taking a few days to herself. While the rest of New York celebrated Christmas Scout would be in her own company, probably sneak some food from the Chinese restaurant downstairs. The owners would probably tell Dax afterwards, but by then all he could do was yell at her. She figured they’d make up sooner rather than later and it would all blow over before January. Until then though, she had her tea, some movie about twins switching places with each other, and Punch and Judy to keep her going.
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Post by Dakota Marshall Langdon on Dec 10, 2014 13:52:53 GMT -5
![](http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss81/Robina-Luv/OLB/NB36_zps90777002.png) ![](http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss81/Robina-Luv/OLB/Lyrics%20Graphics/399895-Drive_zps071fce7f.png) Dax had been pretty bummed that Scout was going home for Christmas. He didn’t want to be confused, he was happy for Scout that she was going to be able to see her parents and family but it really sucked that he would be without his best friend for a few days. He got far too used to having the petite pixie climbing around his apartment. He could only wish that when she returned, she would have some amazing stories to tell him. They could curl up on the couch and use the stupidly expensive coffee maker in the kitchen he’d picked up solely because Scout liked her fancy coffees and wouldn’t settle for the simple. It was a good thing the silly contraption was good for all manner of coffees or Dax’s counters would be littered with too many machines to count and no space to cook. And though Scout had said she wouldn’t be rushing off until later in December, when she hadn’t been around Dax had assumed that she’d gone off early so she could perform with her family a little bit before they stopped for a holiday break.
Not once did he think anything was up until the middle of December when he was coming home early from work with the EMS team he was assigned to after a rather nasty accident left their team and another with no extra room for ride along passengers; even if they could help in any situation. He didn’t have as many hours at the bakery as he used to and the hours he did get were usually after Scout had left. So he didn’t know if she was still at work or not and had just assumed, since her apartment was unusually silent that she hadn’t been. So when he came home early that day and heard laughter pouring through the wall, he got suspicious. At first, he was thinking he was just hearing things since he missed Scout but when it happened again, Dax went downstairs to get some food and to ask about his pint sized neighbour. The little old woman who owned the restaurant and building with her husband confirmed what Dax had presumed and it upset him that she was home alone, hiding away from the rest of the world. Scout was too bright and happy to be left alone like that. And Dax was annoyed at himself for not realising it sooner. King was always sniffing at Scout’s door, like he knew she was there, just on the other side of the door, holding her breathe so Dax wouldn’t suspect.
Her being home meant she wasn’t going to see her family. If she were going, she would have left for real already. So Dax started to form a plan. He called his parents to see if there was room and smiled when his mother insisted on helping out. She would fix things on her end, all Dax would have to do was get her out of her apartment. He’d gotten her some Christmas gifts that reminded him of her and had kept them at his parent’s house so she wouldn’t stumble across them when she was bouncing around his apartment. After all, he may have been flamboyant and made people question his sexuality constantly but even he didn’t wear the bright colours he’d purchased for his little pint sized pixie. Christmas Eve rolled around and Dax was readying a bag for his parent’s place for the night; as was tradition. His plan was all set and ready. He just needed to get Scout to answer her door. He clipped King’s lead to his collar, grabbed his things and left his apartment, locking up. Then he whispered Scout’s name and watched as King started happily barking at the name. King adored Scout as much as his owner did and was always happy to play with the little pixie. “Scout! I know you’re in there. Open the door.” He said, knocking softly. He had a key but he didn’t want to have to use it. He would if she wouldn’t give in but he hoped it wouldn’t be that way; King’s bark could get annoying.
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Post by scout houghton dallas villiers on Dec 10, 2014 16:00:13 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/1hf71k.jpg) If Scout didn’t have Dax in her life then New York would be a dreary place indeed. She was used to the bright and the colourful, the eccentric and the wild. NYC was not entirely built for a girl like Scout to blend in with a crowd, but Dax let her be herself without question. He was the friend she needed when she was feeling homesick and missing her family; something that happened quite a lot. She had never been away from them before her move to the city, and the move in itself was bigger than anything she had ever done before. People might have looked at her like she was crazy when she told them that she twirled from ropes suspended high in the air, but her family had only ever given her that same look when she had mentioned coming to New York City and trying her hand at college there. She hadn’t been so sure about making it herself, but then her neighbour had turned out to be Dax and at the end of a gruelling day he was just what she needed to cheer herself up. He could be just as crazy as she was on a regular basis, and he didn’t mind when she used her spare key to his apartment to let herself in and hide somewhere bizarre just so she could surprise him when he got home.
It wasn’t exactly a friendship she had expected to find in the city, but rather one she had hoped for. Scout was a dreamer, and anyone who knew her could tell a stranger that for free. She had grown up in a very unique way, with the security of the circus around her. A few kids in towns they had passed through might have tossed harsh words her way, but none of them ever stuck because she had loved her life so damn much. However, that life had left her with idealistic goals and dreams. Some of them were fantasies out of a storybook, but Scout wasn’t the type to accept that. She also wasn’t the type to prattle on about them for anyone else to point out that they were foolish. She knew she stuck out like a sore thumb when it came to city life without anyone spelling it out for her. The bright pixie might have been naïve about many things, but she was far from stupid.
She just didn’t want to be a burden over the festive season. She might have love the magic of the Christmas period, but she wouldn’t bother anyone else just because her own plans had been ruined. Scout kept telling herself that she was old enough to look after herself and that it was just one more day on the calendar. It didn’t have to be anything amazing, and she wouldn’t be the only person in the world spending it alone. She thought about checking out some of the volunteer schemes in the city, but then she worried about showing up and not actually being able to control her emotions come December 25th. It was one thing to tell herself that she could have a handle on things, but quite another to actually pull through it. She already wore her heart on her sleeve for all of the world to see. If Scout had a bad day then it took all of three seconds for someone to notice it. There was probably a snowball’s chance in hell of her being able to fake happiness on Christmas day when she was so far from the people she loved most in the world.
When Scout first heard King bark she assumed Dax was taking the dog for a walk. It was only when she heard the knock at her door and then Dax’s voice that she froze up. Wide eyed, she looked at her locked door and sank lower into the cushions on her couch, hoping that maybe he would go away, think he had made a mistake. It only took her another second to realise how silly that was. Dax was no idiot, if he suspected she was inside he’d use his key to check and then search high and low to make sure she wasn’t in one of her hiding places. Sighing, Scout put her empty mug on the table and moved to the door, unbolting it and then opening it just a crack. She looked up at her best friend sheepishly. “Hi, Daxxy.” She said softly, biting her lip, hiding slightly behind the door.
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Post by Dakota Marshall Langdon on Jan 21, 2015 12:19:39 GMT -5
![](http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss81/Robina-Luv/OLB/NB36_zps90777002.png) ![](http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss81/Robina-Luv/OLB/Lyrics%20Graphics/399895-Drive_zps071fce7f.png) Life in New York sure got brighter when Scout came into Dax's life. He'd been used to seeing all sorts in the city that never sleeps but Scout was something else entirely. She made him want to protect her, watch out for her. She wasn't stupid but she could be quite naive. It was just one of the many things Dax adored about his pixie sized neighbour. She could scare the living daylights out of him if he was too exhausted to use his brain and check his apartment for her before he went off to do something else entirely. But once his heart rate slowed down to normal, he laughed it off and teased her abou tone day killing him with her stunts. When he thought she'd gone home for the holidays, he'd felt a little lost. She was always around, brightening things up and constantly making him laugh that without her there, life just seemed a little bit duller. But at least there were touches of her around so he didn't feel completely lonely.
Still, he just kept thinking she would be back soon and he could deal with a few days of silence. Though, since the day he'd thought she'd left for home, he'd found himself not doing much of anything because he was so used to her keeping him company that without her around, he was distracted by his own behaviour. It was a pain in the ass when he had things he needed to get done and just couldn't do them. Of course, when he found out she hadn't actually left and had planned on staying quietly in her own apartment for the remainder of the holiday he was having absolutely none of that. He didn't think anyone should be alone for Christmas. And his family hadn't either. They liked Scout as well, even thought she was good for Dax, who could seem like he was a little too focused on getting the task at hand done. Scout saw a different side of Dax, the fun, carefree side and though his family saw that one just as much, they fixated on the other; which was usually only present around exams.
He waited for Scout to open her apartment door but had the spare key at the ready, just in case she decided she was going to hide away from him, too. She could hide from the world and the holiday all she'd like but he refused to be hidden from. Thankfully, she opened the door and looked up at him like she'd been caught redhanded, which in a sense, she had been. "Oh, don't you be "hi Daxxy" me, Pixie." He said to her in a stern voice though there was laughter in his eyes. "What do you think you're doing hiding away in that apartment of yours, hmm? Go on, pack a bag, we'll wait." Dax said, stepping through the door and heading right for the couch to settle himself in for the minutes it would take for Scout to do as she'd been told, like a scolded child. "You'll not be staying here alone on Christmas. Chop, chop." He said again, just in case she started to refuse or make up some excuse. She should know by now that he wouldn't give up until he got his way.
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Post by scout houghton dallas villiers on Jan 27, 2015 13:59:16 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/1hf71k.jpg) Scout didn’t know what had drawn her to New York City. It had just been the place where the big top had been when she had first decided that she wanted to try her hand at college while she was still young and while it was still possible. It seemed as good a place as any and Scout needed a place that was as lively and as non-stop as she was. There was no way that she could have lasted four years in some small college town that thrived on its quaint history. She needed the big and the bright. It was just a matter of luck that New York had welcomed her with Dax. He got her when others didn’t, and understood that she wasn’t used to city life or even a regular life at times. Hell, Scout had been excited when she had gotten mail for the first time, even though all of them had been bills that needed to be paid.
She hadn’t wanted to be a burden over the holidays, and though the thought of being alone upset her, she didn’t turn to Dax because Christmas was about family. Scout knew he would be with his, and even though she was a social butterfly most of the time she didn’t want to intrude on the Langdon plans, or make him feel like he had to go out of his way to include her in some way. She told herself that she would be fine on her own and she meant it. Scout knew what moving away from the circus would entail, and she knew this might be one of the risks. She had counted on Dax finding out about it all though. She blinked at him, still ashamed that she had been caught out, watching as he moved through her apartment with King. “Huh?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, blue hair tickling her neck. The one thing she had done since being tucked away was change her hair from lilac to voodoo blue that had been sitting on her bathroom shelf amongst other hair dye variants for a few weeks now, waiting for Scout to have the proper time to dedicate to the task. “I wouldn’t be alone. I’d have Punch and Judy.” Scout argued lamely, knowing from the start that her battle was a weak one, and that the house rabbits up on the mezzanine were poor company even when she was playing with them. Confrontation and arguing were not talents of hers. She supposed she sacrificed them in order to hang in the air from ridiculous heights.
She took a step towards the ropes she frequently used instead of the stairs up to where her bedroom was up on the mezzanine, taking one in her hand before she paused and turned back to look at Dax, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Where am I supposed to be going?” She knew she wasn’t going to win with Dax. He was more persuasive than she was when his mind was set. She was the playful one, not known for being stubborn. Pulling herself up the rope like it was the normal thing for everyone, she hung upside down to address Dax once more. “I don’t know what’s happening.” She pouted, folding her arms, holding herself in place on the rope with firm, trained legs.
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Post by Dakota Marshall Langdon on Mar 25, 2015 22:58:47 GMT -5
![](http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss81/Robina-Luv/OLB/NB36_zps90777002.png) ![](http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss81/Robina-Luv/OLB/Lyrics%20Graphics/399895-Drive_zps071fce7f.png) New York was Dax’s home and it probably always would be. He was both in and out of his comfort zone in the city. Dax and his siblings had had a comfortable upbringing, they had lived in a big house, surrounded by family and friends and his neighbourhood had been a quiet and peaceful one. Everything outside his lower east side neighbourhood was out of his comfort zone. It was exciting and Dax wasn’t sure if there was anything in the world he wanted more than to protect the city he loved so much; just like the rest of his family. In all honestly he couldn't picture himself outside the city for very long. The big apple would forever call out to him like a sirens song. He would love to travel and see the world but at the end of it, he knew he would be right back in New York with the rest of his family. Dax sent Scout a bland look. He wasn't impressed with her reasons. He knew her better than that and he knew she would have continued to hide out, leaving him completely unaware of the fact that she wasn’t with her parents. “The rabbits are not good company. We both know it.” He said, not budging from his intended plans now that he’d created them. He was going to get Scout to his parent’s home if it was the last thing he did that Christmas holiday. His mother was going to be upset he was late but she would get over that quickly enough once he told her it was because he wasn’t about to leave Scout alone over the holidays. The spunky circus girl had instantly won over his mother’s heart. The older woman simply adored the colourful girl and habitually chastised her for doing these sorts of things as if she were her own daughter. Her way of thinking was that because her parents weren’t around to tell her she was being stupid or careless or giving someone a fright, or upsetting them by thinking it would be better to be alone, she would do it for them. And she would expect any parent to do the same if her child was off alone somewhere.
It helped that she was a cop and telling off other people’s kids was basically part of her job. And Taite Langdon was not a woman to be messed with. “I’m shipping you off to outer space. Get your things.” He said, not giving in. He wasn’t going to tell her where they were going. If she actually thought about it, she would know exactly where she was being taken to but if she just wanted to stay confused, he was going to let her. “Come on, Pixie. Get a move on.” He said again, reaching out to pick up the book on the table. He had no idea what it was but he wasn’t just going to sit there like he was in a hurry. He wanted her to know he was going to wait for as long as it took.
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Post by scout houghton dallas villiers on Mar 29, 2015 8:31:57 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/1hf71k.jpg) Scout had visited every state of America at least once. It was one thing that she could boast that so many couldn’t at her age. It impressed people when she bought it up on its own, but then when she mentioned how she had accomplished such a feat and brought up the circus, everyone then started looking at her a little bit differently. Scout was no performing monkey, but she had grown up in a world where everyone was a performing and it had been her dream to fly through the air like Tinkerbell. She had been lucky enough to have that dream become a reality already, but Scout knew she could never get bored of it, and that it was always waiting for her should she ever find a reason to leave New York once college was done and dusted with.
“Hey! Punch and Judy are incredible!” She protested, defending the animals that had been gifted to her by her family on the day they has said goodbye and reluctantly left her in the city. “They give the best cuddles.” She added, folding her arms and frowning ever so slightly at Dax, just because she could. They’d have been her Christmas company and her best friends over the holiday period if her plans had gone the way she had wanted them to. At no point did she want Dax to come knocking at her door to call her out on what she was still doing in the city. He was supposed to go on home to his family and then come back none the wiser that she was hiding behind her own front door the whole time. She would shrug off her Christmas stories, or rehash old ones from childhood that she hadn’t shared with him before. Scout didn’t want to lie to Dax, but she didn’t want him to shout at her for hiding away during the festive season which she suspected he would do if he knew that she was locked in her apartment with no big and fancy dinner and no family or friends to wish her the best.
She pouted at him from where she was hanging upside down and then uprighted herself with ease. Scout climbed up to her bedroom and let her feet touch the ground again. Spinning around she looked down at Dax and shook her head at him. “It would be a lot quicker and easier if I knew what I was supposed to be packing.” She said in a singsong voice, moving to pull her duffel bag from underneath her bed. She sighed in front of her small wardrobe and then pulled a few things from hangers there, and grabbed some bits from her dresser and drawers, putting everything in her bag and then swinging back down the way she came up. “There, packed. Now will you tell me what’s going on?” She asked, shooting Dax her best and cutest pleading look.
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Post by Dakota Marshall Langdon on Jun 26, 2015 22:58:57 GMT -5
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Christmas in Dax’s life had always been hectic and outrageous. It was filled with family, friends, shopping and strangers. They spent free days putting in volunteer hours at soup kitchen’s and shelters. Christmas Eve and the big day however, were for family and those friends that didn’t have a place to go; or whose family life left something to be desired. The Langdon’s were a very welcoming family who always had enough food to feed an army. With how big the family was, they really had no choice but to be so welcoming. Sure, they were loved and they were under each other’s feet, constantly in the way but it was a warm environment; very loving. And Dax couldn’t have pictured growing up anywhere else.
It was probably the same for most people when they thought about their families and their traditions. “I agree, Punch and Judy are great but they have company in each other.” Dax knew if he hadn’t knocked on Scout’s door, basically forcing her to answer, she would have spent her entire Christmas holiday on that couch of hers, watching whatever show she had her eye on. The holiday was long enough that she could easily finish a series or two. And he wouldn’t have been any the wiser for it. That upset him more than anything else. If King hadn’t barked and started pawing at her door, wanting to play with her, he would never have known. His mother always said things happened for a reason, sometimes it wasn’t always good or fair but it almost always led to something wonderful and unexpected.
Kidnapping a little pixie just might be that wonderful and unexpected thing. The sad part was that she wasn’t able to go home with her family. “You’re in New York in the middle of winter, pack accordingly.” He said unhelpfully as he lounged on the couch to wait for her. They would only be across town at his parent’s place with the rest of the Langdon brood, so if she needed to make a quick trip home to feed the rabbits, they could but Dax wouldn’t let her stay until after Christmas Day. When Scout was ready, Dax stood and grinned at her. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re going away from here for a couple days! Come on, King.” He said, digging for his keys from his pocket. He quickly made his way out the door of Scout’s to wait in the hall between their apartments while she locked up. He blocked all questions sent his way until he pulled his Jeep up outside his parent’s house. “I know you’re missing your family and can’t see them. I also know the circus family is huge. So while it’s not as big as you’re used to, I’m sharing my family with you. Surprise!” He said, waving his hands like a lunatic before hopping out and running around to Scout’s side to hold the door open for her.
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Post by scout houghton dallas villiers on Jul 6, 2015 13:44:10 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/1hf71k.jpg) Holidays for Scout were not like holidays for everyone else. Christmas was really the only time when they stopped and took a handful of weeks out of the year to rest and recuperate. Normally they were in some hotel or rented home somewhere for a brief period of time, living as close to a normal life as circus folk ever got. It was a few weeks when they played in whatever state they were in, enjoyed quality family time, and just revelled in the magic of the festivities. It wasn’t all the fun of the circus like Scout adored, but it was still wonderful in its own special way. Missing it was certainly a devastating blow, and for the first time in her life she cursed her IIH. Not even during her hospital stays and sudden visits had she hated her chronic illness before finding out that it had ruined her holiday plans. That was the worst, and it had taken away her almost permanent smile.
Still, she wasn’t about to let Dax or her family know that. She knew they would fuss and worry, and Scout didn’t want that. “Oh, so I’m the third wheel?” She asked. She didn’t like being a tag along. Too many people had tried it since she had moved to the city and it was why she had few friends. She was either the very weird girl who could contort herself into strange shapes, or she was the extra arm who sat there so obliviously at times because she was so unlearned in social conventions. Scout didn’t like being called naïve, even jokingly, but she knew it was what she was. Growing up and being schooled entirely within the confines of the circus did leave her somewhat lacking in knowledge of the rest of the world, even if she had passed her classes with ease.
Sighing, Scout glanced down at where she had left Dax. “That could mean leotards with fascinators for me, y’know.” Still, she packed accordingly and then joined him, pausing downstairs only to ask the old couple if they wouldn’t mind checking on the rabbits for her while she was kidnapped. She nagged Dax the whole journey and then sighed when they pulled up at his parent’s and he explained everything to her. “This is why I was trying to stay hidden. I don’t want to be a burden. Christmas is for loved ones, not circus tag alongs.” She countered. As much as she adored Dax’s family she didn’t want to intrude on their holiday traditions. “I guess we better get inside then before they come out here.” Scout wasn’t one to argue. She had explained her reasons for hiding away, but she wasn’t going to stamp her feet and pout over things now that they were here. It was really quite sweet, and the sort of thing she would expect from Dax. She just hadn’t wanted to put anyone through any trouble over Christmas. Grabbing his hand she jumped down from the car, and then led him around to the front door. “The snow is making my jeans wet, let’s get a wiggle on.” She sang, glancing at the dark grey, cold patches on the bottom of her legs now.
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Post by Dakota Marshall Langdon on Jul 21, 2015 13:05:15 GMT -5
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Dax had never been the type of person that told people what to do. He would suggest things that the group or whoever he was with could do but if they rejected the idea, he didn’t really care either way. He’d been nice to everyone, made friends everywhere he went. It might have been difficult to figure out how to handle his hyperactive personality from time to time but he never turned anyone away when they needed a friend. His quirky personality was probably why he and Scout got along so well. They were both wonderfully quirky characters. “For my purposes today, yes, you are a third wheel. To a pair of rabbits. You won’t be gone long.” He promised. If she wanted to go home the day after Christmas, she could. He would drive her home but he wanted her to stay until then at least.
Unlike most people in New York, Dax found Scout just looked so cute when she didn’t know something and he had to explain it to her. Not many people could be naive and not get looked at like they were crazy for not knowing what something was. Scout was the exception to the rule. But Dax also knew how much she hated being called naive so he tried to make it sound like it wasn’t anything anyone really needed to know and in most cases, that was the truth. It would be things that Dax himself didn’t have time for therefore didn’t pay much attention to but when you’re new to the city, he could see how it could be daunting not knowing some things. Dax grinned, putting his hands behind his head. “Add in some colourful tutus and you’ll be all set then!” Scout definitely wasn’t afraid to show the world who she really was. It was one of the many things Dax loved about his friend. She put her whole personality out there for people to see. His family adored the acrobat, wanted her over for more Sunday dinners but it wasn’t always possible.
When his mother brought up Christmas back in November, he’d already known of her plans to meet up with her family. He’d said as much to his mother. At least she understood. But now he finds his friend and neighbour hiding in her apartment, determined to spend the family oriented holiday alone with the company of her pets and a television show marathon. Dax was not having it. “You are not a burden, Pixie. You’re a welcome adopted member of the family. And I’ll be honest with you, I’m pretty sure of all the friends that have been adopted over the years, you’re the favourite. Plus my family makes enough food to feed the neighbourhood so there is plenty to go around and no reason to turn down the offer!” He said, smiling because he knew she wouldn’t turn his mother down. She was just too sweet and he’d liked to believe he was very charming and persuasive. “We’ve got about thirty seconds. Someone’s already at the window.” He teased her as he reached for her bag to carry it himself.
Just as he thought. The entire crowd of them were in the living room, trying to look busy. “Give that up. We all know you were snooping at the window, wondering why I was taking so long. I brought a guest.” He said, though he knew they’d already seen Scout walk up with him. Still, he made a big production of tugging Scout until she was standing in front of him. His mother was the first up, naturally, and wrapping Scout in her arms. “Scout! It’s so good to see you! Dakota said you were going to be with your family. I’m sorry you’re not but I promise Christmas around here can be just as hectic as everywhere else.” She said, pulling away. “Now, come on and make yourself at home. Dax will put your bag away for you, won’t you, Dakota?” She asked, switching smoothly. “Yes, ma.” He replied with an eye roll because that had been his plan all along.
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Post by scout houghton dallas villiers on Jul 27, 2015 15:48:36 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/1hf71k.jpg) This sort of thing still felt strange to Scout. Dinner for her growing up was a crazy affair usually done outdoors, around a gas stove, with people shouting in different languages and rushing about trying to do a million different things and only cooking simple dishes because it was really all the little burners could manage. Even since moving to the city and spending time with Dax and his family she was still adjusting to the idea of a meal in a dining room on plates that weren’t paper, and with food that was more filling than burgers and cotton candy. She was still eating tiny portions compared to most people she noticed, but Scout was convinced that if she ever tried to put another spoonful of mash into her mouth she might actually explode. Christmas was something else entirely and her list of reasons for not wanting to intrude when her own plans were cancelled could be a mile long if she actually cared to list them. Thankfully, she didn’t have the patience for such a tedious task, and since they had already arrived, she didn’t wish to bother arguing any longer.
She adored his family and had felt right at home with them from the first time she had met them. Scout knew a few people thought that a little odd since they had pulled faces when she gushed about the time she had spent with Dax and his relatives, but she couldn’t understand why it could be strange. She was a people person, and she got on with anyone who would give her the time of day; or at least she tried to. New York had some rude people in it, and more than once they had left her confused and upset with their words. Smiling up at Dax’s mother, she returned the hug and shook the hair back out of her eyes. “Our Christmases are usually quiet compared to the rest of our year.” She admitted, still smiling. “I better go with him. I need to change out of these jeans; the snow got them all wet. I’m not a fan.” She pulled a face and followed Dax, greeting the rest of the family before she left.
Out of the way for a few minutes, she unzipped her bag and grabbed the skull covered dress from inside of it. “Can I put these somewhere to dry?” She asked Dax, gesturing to her jeans before she wiggled out of them. She was a little too used to costume changes in busy dressing rooms that she forgot people didn’t normally just change in front of others, not even their closest friends. One day her innocence might just land her in trouble, but she would probably be too oblivious to see it coming.
Once she was changed, she made her way back downstairs, knotting her hair up on her hair as she went and checking it in a mirror on the wall of the hallway before she re-joined Dax and his family in the living room. Scout said hi to them all again and perched on the edge of the couch by Dax, politely declining a chair offered by his sister. Scout was Scout. She would sit in strange places and be comfortable where others wouldn’t. She kept quiet though, since it seemed she had arrived back in the room during the middle of a story and Scout didn’t want to interrupt. Plus, she was eager to try and pick up what she had missed and hear how it ended.
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Post by Dakota Marshall Langdon on Sept 8, 2015 21:32:22 GMT -5
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Christmas had always been a favoured holiday in the Langdon household. It was the one time of year that it was certain they would all be together. Other holidays proved to be more difficult to gather everyone, someone almost always had a shift but they always made it work and often time had other holidays on different days so they could at least still celebrate together. Christmas however, was always done on the day and always right. There were decorations to be seen from space both inside and surrounding the house, there were songs, good cheer and hours put towards helping those in need as well as making sure their own family felt welcomed and safe, let them know they were loved; always. Sure, there were gifts handed round, often times bring laughter and jokes to the festivities but there were rarely bad moments through they days they were able to share together. After the holiday, they would all go back to their regularly scheduled lives, working at the bakery for him and Scout, taking his rides in the ambulance when they were scheduled and everyone else doing what they did best on the daily. His grandparents, though both retired would spend plenty of time around their previous positions helping out in any way they could and volunteering their time doing things that the younger kids didn’t want to do.
It was all so normal after the holidays to make up for the mess they made of those couple of days stuck together. “Oh! Well, then I suppose this won’t be like your usual Christmas celebrations. Ah, well, you’ll come out the other side of two days without a scratch on ya!” She said with a smile, gesturing them to go on, make themselves at home and especially to Dax to put the bags away. “Of course, dear, go on.” She smiled, watching with an amused smirk as the pair hustled up the stairs to Dax’s childhood bedroom. Though the house was big, with so many of them in, it didn’t feel that way. It felt tiny and cramped and Dax hadn’t been able to wait to get away for a few minutes so he could breathe a little easier before going back down into the fray.
In his room, Dax had been turned away to move some things aside so they had somewhere to put their bags for the next couple of days. There was no point really in unpacking when it was just going to be tossed back into the bags after two nights of being hung up or folded into drawers. Dax turned though when Scout asked him about her jeans, innocently assuming she’d already changed out of the wet clothes and into something dry but she was in the process of doing just that when he spun around and he blanched, his jaw slack. He liked Scout, flirted with her often though she was so innocent she almost never caught on to it so this was just too much for the boy who’d been raised to be respectful. Swallowing to wet his dry mouth, Dax started and stopped, catching on the first letter of the words that were trying to fall from his mouth. He took a second and just grabbed her jeans from her. “I’ll put them in the wash.” He managed to spit out. “I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready.” He continued, letting himself out of the room. He headed straight down, changing his own clothes in the laundry room and tossing the entire lot into the wash. He returned to the living room before Scout did, just at the beginning of a story his grandfather told every year for as long as he could remember. It might have been some tale from when he’d been a child himself but after all these years, the embellishments just seemed to make the story into some grand adventure when it had only happened in Central Park! He smiled up at Scout when she joined them but turned his attention back to his grandfather while he told his tall tale and before his grandmother told them it was time to eat. The big meal would be the next day, after gifts were passed around but this one was still a big meal because of how many people were around! It was simple spaghetti but there was still a truckload of it to feed everyone!
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Post by scout houghton dallas villiers on Sept 9, 2015 12:10:25 GMT -5
![](http://i60.tinypic.com/1hf71k.jpg) Christmas always felt slow to Scout, but that wasn't to say that she didn't like it! No, she loved the bright lights, the crowds and the festive traditions! It was just that after spending most of the year whizzing from town to town, state to state, being in one spot for a few weeks really made the time trickle by slowly. She enjoyed just being with her family, but at the same time she missed the buzz of the circus. It was difficult for her to ever explain with words, so she had stopped trying a few years back and just enjoyed Christmas for what it was. Of course, she wouldn't have celebrated at all this year if Dax hadn't found her hiding the way he did, and now she supposed she was getting her first taste of a normal Christmas for a normal family. She had to laugh when she realised how strange this seemed to her! So many normal routines and customs were entirely foreign to her, and there were times when she really did feel like a child learning everything for the first time. New York could have chewed her up and spat her out, but she had Dax, and Scout trusted him; she sort of had a feeling that he wouldn't let that happen to her. She also realised now that she should have known he wouldn't have let her get away with hiding out all over the holidays. He wasn't as stupid as he acted sometimes.
She liked his family, though they were nothing like her own they had always been warm and welcoming to her. Scout knew there were times when she said things that puzzled them, but there were an equal amount of times when they asked her questions she didn't understand or answered in a way that just highlighted her innocence. Another moment of that was right now, when she tilted her head to the side in bemusement when Dax fumbled his words and looked almost like he had seen a ghost. Scout didn't see anything amiss with her actions, but she did notice his strange behaviour and she couldn't understand it. Still, she didn't really get time to question it since he was out of the door in just seconds later. When Scout joined them all downstairs, the thought had gone to the back of her mind for now. "I'll end up wearing this." She grimaced, looking at the wonderful food. She was quick, and that made her messy at certain tasks; eating was one of them. If they had their dinners from the Chinese restaurant below their apartments it was a guarantee that she would spill something on her shirt. Spaghetti was asking for trouble, and she had just changed into a nice dress – she ought to have stuck with sodden jeans and an old vest!
Keeping her plate modest, she slipped onto a chair next to Dax. Although she felt welcome in his family home she never strayed far from him when she was there. He was the person she was closest to in the city and not just because he was her neighbour. She liked his company and he put up with her quirky habits. She didn't know city folk all that well, but she felt fairly sure that not all of them would be keen on having a tiny, bright haired girl sneaking about their home and hiding in their tiny corners on a regular basis. Glancing up at him she started on again in a hushed voice, jabbing a finger into his side playfully. "I got dressed nice for spaghetti. You did this on purpose to laugh at me. Is this because I hid under the sink in your bathroom last week? It's your own fault you screamed like a little girl then." She said to him in hushed tones, oblivious to the rest of the chatter around the table while plates were loaded with food and people began to eat.
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Post by Dakota Marshall Langdon on Sept 9, 2015 19:42:27 GMT -5
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Dax wasn’t the sort to leave people out, which was how the Langdon household habitually found extra people filling the house. All the Langdon kids were like that and their house somehow became the local hangout. Their parents didn’t mind, preferred it in fact, because it meant the kids weren’t out getting into trouble. But it also meant that quite a bit happened in the house that the parents wouldn’t have been so pleased to hear about; if they ever found out in the first place. It was like most families, Dax imagined. He really only had his to go on after all and they were pretty ridiculous if he were being honest. Still they were his family and he loved them dearly, even when they drove him completely mad. It was a pretty regular family dynamic. They’d taught him plenty as well as he’d been channeling those specific lessons when Scout decided to change in front of him. He liked her but she could be so unbelievably innocent sometimes and it was difficult to remember that she’d lived a very different life than he had before she’d moved to New York.
He also knew better than to say anything around his family. Even the most innocent of comments had a way of being twisted and turned into something else entirely. They would go completely mental if they found out and Scout didn’t know any differently. Hell, Dax was almost certain Scout didn’t see him as a guy at all; he was just a friend and nothing more. It was sweet and Dax didn’t want to be the one to shatter that innocence. “You’ll be fine.” He reassured her, getting up with everyone else to get a plate of food. They really didn’t do much the night before Christmas and at one point, there had only been a bucket of chicken involved as the Christmas Eve feast. That obviously changed when the siblings started bringing their girlfriends or their boyfriend, in Avery’s case. Christmas day was the big day, the one they put all the work into. The meal the following day would be massive and the gifts would have some meaning in some way or another; they always did.
Dax took his regular seat at the family table, filling his plate with what he wanted. He wasn’t big on spaghetti but always ate it when it was made; you did not turn down a family meal unless you had a very good excuse and not actually liking the meal that was served wasn’t good enough! He leaned over to Scout so they wouldn’t be overheard, or at the very least the chances would be minimal, especially with everyone talking over one another to be heard. “Yes, Scout. I called ahead to make sure Nan made spaghetti for Christmas Eve. You know I don’t like the stuff! If I’d known, I would have spent the entire call begging her to make something, anything else!” He pointed out before taking a bite of his food. He only added to the conversation when it was required and spent most of his time trying to choke down the stringy pasta. He’d never been a fan but everyone else seemed to love it so it was made often enough, much to Dax’s dismay.
The meal was almost over, thankfully, which meant everyone could really do their own thing unless the board games were pulled out; which so far hadn’t happened but there was still dessert to get through. And it was as the peach cobbler was being passed around that Max stood and revealed his good news; he and Meghan were getting married! Whoops and cheers went out, causing quite the commotion. And in Dax’s excitement for his eldest brother, he reached over, intent to give Scout a hug but her face was turned towards his and he kissed her instead. He wouldn’t lie and say he’d never thought about doing it before now but she was so innocent, he hadn’t wanted to make the first move and scare her off. He had wanted it all to go at her pace. And then he’d gone and messed with that plan by laying one on her! Realising what he’d just done, Dax pulled back, staring at Scout with wide eyes. The cheers were still going on around them so it appeared, at least for the time being that they hadn’t had an audience for the kiss; everyone else was too wrapped up in the wonderful news.
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Post by scout houghton dallas villiers on Sept 10, 2015 6:08:24 GMT -5
Scout's upbringing gave her manners, but also a very unconventional sense of the world. She hadn't been raised in seclusion, but it had still been an existence far from normal life, far from the small towns or the big cities. She was a performer ever since she was a little girl. She had her education on the road balanced with her training as an aerial artist. Scout had never stepped foot in a high school or owned a locker in her life and she found stories of both very fascinating. She was weird to the people she met now, and while there was a very innocent streak to her, she had already seen so many sights and experienced so much before she was twenty because of a life on the road with the circus. Not all of those stories were pleasant because not everyone was warm and as welcoming as the Langdons. Some people looked at those who worked in the circus and just saw freaks or judged them to be unintelligent people who could bend in strange ways and that was it. No one from the outside had ever looked at Scout as anything potentially romantic, and she had grown up around guys who she saw in the same light as her brother. For that reason she never knew the signs of a crush, and was far more naïve when it came to matters of the heart than most girls her age in New York City. She never really gave much thought to it. Everything she knew about love had come from books and television and so any notions she had were grand and unrealistic. So when it came to Dax she never read into anything he did or said because none of of was on the same level as that. He was just her Daxxy! A goofball like her who sometimes took care of her when she was feeling really sick and holed up in her apartment. Never in a million years did she expect to turn to him to ask if their weddings were as big and grand as the ones she had been to during her younger years and find his lips pressed against hers! Scout's eyes instantly widened, flickered closed, and then snapped open again. She sat there for a moment stunned and then jumped up out of her chair with no thought for peach cobbler or what his family might say. When Scout felt confused or uncomfortable she wanted to get as high up as she could possibly go, so she raced out of the room and up the stairs to Dax's bedroom. In there she glanced around before pulling open the wardrobe doors and effortlessly climbing to the narrow top shelf. A lower shelf splintered and cracked along the way, ultimately crashing to the floor, but Scout didn't give it another thought. Her mind was racing, her lips still tingling. Dax had kissed her. He had actually kissed her. She curled up tighter in the tiny space and whimpered. Up until a few moments ago, Scout had never been kissed, and now she was confused and she couldn't be certain if that other feeling was disappointment or just the reality of the situation slowly, gradually dawning on her.
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