☽ＴＥＥＮ ＷＯＬＦ☾ {Dead}

[Written Ink]

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐱
𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

From the fragments of a beautiful wish of the sea,
There are feelings of wanting to be born, embracing light.
In the orange sea, blending into the sunset,
The tears of the world sleep.

Homeroom had been a bit awkward for Harvey. The teacher seemed to be a bit eccentric but he knew they wouldn't have any problems with one another. Harvey felt that he was very well behaved, though he questioned why someone would go teach at their dead brother's school. He decided at the end of class that it was some part of the mourning process that he hoped he would never have to go through. Harvey stayed put until most of the classroom left, then stood and left last while digging his schedule out of his pocket along with his locker combination. Now, to find his locker...

To his surprise, he found it quite easily and with a sigh of relief, he began to attempt to open it. If only finding his classrooms would be that easy. They wouldn't be. They'd give him a headache. He guaranteed it. Right when he opened his locker and stared in confusion at the soiled looking pair of boxers the last user of the locker left, he felt two hands clutch his side and the weight began to bring him down onto the ground and land on top of him, knocking the wind right out of him. Their noses touched for a moment as Harvey hoped that it was the fellow's nose. His glasses had been knocked askew and all he saw was one massive blur.

"Hiya, Harve." He felt the blur get off of him chest and apologize, allowing him to breathe a bit easier and giving him the ability to adjust his glasses, the blur turning into the fellow classmate he assumed was going to become the new Harris' pet. Harvey stood up and coughed a little bit into his arm, regaining his breath fully before the weight that fell upon him introduced himself as Stiles. Unusual name. He arched a brow at the British accent attempt, which wasn't too bad but obviously untrue. It didn't help Stiles' case that they had been in homeroom together and Harvey had heard him speak normally before.

Harvey accepted the handshake and for a second almost gave out his name. He had already given his name so why would he need to repeat himself? Once the handshake ended, he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and gave a small shrug at the answer. "My mom was getting tired of Las Vegas and thought it would be good for us to go live in a small town. I was the one who picked this place." He was silent for a moment in thought, then added, "I'm not sure why. It seemed nice, I guess." His eyes shifted over to Scott for a moment. What was with the guy? He just came off as being, well, off. He couldn't place it though. Deciding to try and be humorous, he asked, "Do you want to give me your name or do you want me to call you Mr. Tardy Pants?" Nope. Not funny. He probably failed the delivery of the joke. Was that considered a joke? The girl that was with the two was extremely pretty but something was off about her. This entire town was off. It was starting to creep Harvey out.

[Optophobe]

xxxxxxxxx「 LYDIA MARTIN 」

xxxxxxx& your heart, ( is a stone )
♚ buried underneath your pretty ⋆ clothes

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Pushing her hair back, Lydia watched the boys bother the new teacher more than they where able to in the past. He seemed cool enough, a little busy and kind of sarcastic. She liked him none the less, he didn't give off anything totally off, but now of days, with the darkness in her three friends, Lydia wasn't sure of many things. It was an obvious transformation from sweet Scott to demanding Alpha, or a bitchy Alison. Stiles was still Stiles, it was something that they had felt, and something that none of them had complained about. Lydia could only smile at the thought, of course they didn't want to bother her with it. That was just how they where. Lydia's eyes caught the glance of Harvey. At that first glance she imagined a less sarcastic Stiles. A quiet kid but he looked nice enough. Back in the day, she would be here, mocking him, but now she seen a bit of good in people. He did seem different though, not like Scott or the teacher but he had a different feeling to him, like there was something hidden behind his glasses that she couldn't just get.

Lydia was assured that this new Harris was indeed a relative of the last, and she could hear Stiles a pull of her lips was not quite happy nor sad, neutral feeling towards the mans brother, twin. "Maybe you're right, his detention policy seems to be in your favor." Lydia smiled at him then, Stiles was good at cheering people up, especially Lydia. There had been the time she was crying in the car, after all of the drama, Stiles gave her words that actually made her settle down. Though, he ran off and never came to finish her talk with him at that point so she decided not to talk to him a few days. Allison had broke the news to Scott and he must have told Stiles because the ended up talking, finally. Lydia was still in that drama queen phase back then, now of days, it was easier to talk to Stiles.

Lydia shook her head with a smile towards the bit of banter that Stiles gave the older male. He seemed delighted, where the first of the Harris brothers would have had him after school for an hour or two. Lydia went on to look over a syllabus, things that had to be signed by a parent or guardian. It looked like she would be turning these in tomorrow, her mother would take it as a fax from home to work to sign and send it right back to her. That was easy enough. When the bell rang, Lydia gathered her things and stood with a straight posture. She walked behind Scott because Stiles was lagging behind. He apparently had something to say to the teacher, still. With a roll of her eyes she got over to Scott. "Stiles is going to end up pushing his luck this year, with one teacher. I can feel it." She wasn't in any way bitter, she was actually smiling about it, because Stiles was just that kid to do that. She looked up a Scott and her smiled dropped a bit, "Are things alright, you know, after the break?" More or less indirect asking about how the darkness was treating him. Because she was still his friend and if any of the three needed to talk, they could talk to Lydia, she was past that all about me act.

Stiles popped up beside her and she looked to him with a smile and then a shrug. "But, he's practically a professor, he may give a ton of homework." She told the brown eyed male with a quirk of her brow his way. Lydia caught the sight of Roza and her lips pulled into a smaller smile. Nothing hostile, but she had never really talked to the girl. Once again, from that complex she had once been a part of. She had to make a mental not to try and talk to her. In general, Lydia was trying not to be the brat she was back in the day. Still sarcastic, sassy, but not as awful as she had been. Ethan pushed his way through the crowd, probably looking for Aiden or Danny. She hadn't talked to Aiden this morning yet and she was nervous about it, seeing as she had kind of fell off the earth after the parents where found. She was happy for stiles, Allison and Scott but it really shook her that it could have been her parents, divorced or not.

Stiles and Scott had a class near her, though she was off to an advanced math course as Stiles and Scott had something else. They where all talking when Stiles took a fall. Lydia was a little to far for her offered hand to help him and he managed to take out the new guy. Lydia face palmed lightly, without messing up her makeup of course. Poor, clumsy boy. "He isn't going to find this school very welcoming if you keep dragging him down Stiles." She smirked at him and then gave a wave to the three boys before turning and walking to her AP Trigonometry class. This class sucked because it was her and every mathlete that she never really talked too. She spent the time drawing, rather than looking at the syllabus, only paying attention when they got an assignment. On the first day? Yeah, that was just how things happened in these classes. She got to working on her first assignment and pulled her phone out with a purse of her lips.

To: Al
From: Lyd
✉: Have you made it to school?

[Vicious Madam Mari]

Beacon Hills High School
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Scott couldn't help but grin as he thought about how Geoffrey talked to Stiles about his homework. He hadn't known that the late Mr. Harris shared Stiles' answers with anyone else. Heck, he hadn't realized that Stiles had kept doing funny things on his test to begin with. Maybe he should have been paying more attention, Scott mused as his smile trailed off into the distance to leave a pensive expression behind. If he had been paying more attention to everything maybe things would have turned out better last semester with all that Darach business. Maybe then he, Stiles and Allison wouldn't have that little cloud of darkness hovering in their minds. Waiting for them, to remind them how much Scott had failed. To remind them that if he had just done something sooner than they wouldn't have gotten into that whole big mess. Maybe if he had just joined Derek originally he could have helped to ward off the Alphas and then the Darach wouldn't have needed to kill anyone.

Oh who was he kidding. Or trying to at least. She'd been planning on killing people with or without the Alphas coming back into town. But if he had pushed through sooner they could have taken Jennifer out earlier. And they wouldn't have gotten the negative whatever it was that came from brushing death and walking away. Even Lydia noticed that there was something different with them. Like when they'd been in class and she'd asked if he was okay after the whole break. Of course, Scott had told her what he told everyone who asked: He was fine. But of course it was a generic answer. He wasn't fine. He had failed. He couldn't save anyone...he hadn't even been able to save himself.

The young alpha preverbially snapped himself out of it when he heard Stiles. "How cool is this! Who would have guessed creepy Harry had a twin!? I like him. I think this year will be a piece of cake."

"That would be nice after last semester and the year before that," Scott said with a crooked smile.

He gave a half wave to Ethan when he saw the guy in passing in the hallways. For whatever reason the alpha twins had decided to continue on the ruse of being High School students. Maybe they didn't get to actually be them before so they were making up for the lost time. Who knows. Scott was just glad that they weren't wrecking the place or getting them into trouble now. When they weren't being destructive they were okay guys. And it made Scott feel better knowing that he wasn't the only one that could shove back when push came to shove. Deaton had told them that reawakening the Nemeton would make Beacon Hills a Beacon again. Just because something bad hadn't happened yet didn't mean it wasn't going to.

"And dude, if the teach doesn't give detention, imagine all the fun we could ha-aaaaghhh!"

Scott had been tempted to try and catch his friend. That might have actually been too easy, especially with how he was improving because of the alpha spark or whatever it was. But he didn't want to stand out too much - and having spidey reflexes all the time would make him stand out much more than he already did. He'd given up the position of Captain of the Lacrosse team to make sure that he didn't cheat too much. He couldn't help if he cheated a little because he was, after all, physically more capable than most other guys on the team - he was just made that way.

He'd gone through a lot of transformations, literally, since he originally wanted to be a first stringer back in sophomore year. Stiles didn't seam to change a bit. As was proven by the fact that he still managed to land on guys after tripping.

"He isn't going to find this school very welcoming if you keep dragging him down Stiles."

Scott grinned as he looked to Lydia. "Cut him some slack - Stiles can't help if he's fallen for a new guy."

This guy however didn't look like he could break Stiles in half so that was something. But there was still something so weird that Scott couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was just the fact that the guy ate too much sushi or whatever cause there was that slightly fishy smell to him. Like actual fish, not the kind that had been sitting in a store fore too long but the fresh stuff right out of the water.

"My mom was getting tired of Las Vegas and thought it would be good for us to go live in a small town. I was the one who picked this place. I'm not sure why. It seemed nice, I guess."

Scott took a moment to look at the kid. Nice? Beacon Hills? Well okay so maybe it used to be nice...in a way. But now their murder rate was up as was the missing people. The town practically oozed "oooh forbidden" even to the people driving through it. And on top of that they had the local rangers thinking that a pack of wolves had migrated down and taken up residence in the reserve. But of course no one had been able to find any proof of that - not even left over paw prints. So all the county rangers were at a loss for that. Scott knew the truth, as did most of the people he hung out with. So he couldn't exactly define Beacon Hills as nice anymore.

"Do you want to give me your name or do you want me to call you Mr. Tardy Pants?"

Well that was a funny feeling. He was used to people knowing who he was before they knew who he was now. Teachers chatted, kids watched lacrosse, and the supernatural world seemed to be unable to forget his name. Like he was on top of the world or something. But oh...oh most days he felt like he was buried inside of the world and not on top of it. So the fact that this kid (Harvey) didn't know his name was strange. Refreshing but strange. Unless it was an act - please don't be an act.

"My name's Scott," Scott introduced himself. When was the last time he'd done that? "Hey Stiles we better get to class...the substitute English teacher isn't as good with the whole detention thing as the new Harris."

With that, Scott hurried down the hall to his locker to get out the right book. Maybe not completely hurried but quick enough. And by now even when the locker stuck as they were prone to do he didn't even notice. He did notice the screams that the screws gave out though so that was how he knew he needed to tone down on that pull. Thankfully he hadn't ripped it off it's hinges...that had been hard to explain the first few times when they'd gotten back to school after killing the Darach. The Principal had wanted Scott to do a drug test. Thankfully the young alpha had the best mom in the world who happened to be a senior nurse. He didn't want to know how he could have explained the situation to her if she hadn't already be in the know. It wouldn't have been pretty that was for sure.

Grabbing the book Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury from his locker and the notebook he was using for the assigned reading, Scott hurried to the English class. when he got there he noticed that he apparently was one of the few kids who actually wanted to be in class. Which was strange enough for him considering his record. But it sure beat getting beat up or finding dead bodies.

"Well..Let's get this over with so I can go home and sleep or something..." One of the students, Michael, had muttered.

"Hey, this class isn't that bad," Scott said with a casual tone as he took a seat. "At least Coach didn't take up teaching it like he did for Economics."


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[SatiricalFaith]

glphy77

Test my reality, check if there's a weak spot.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxClinging to insanity hope the world will ease up.

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Rose had her bag over her shoulder, it hung off defined shoulder blade in all its black and red checkered glory. The color and lack of color were her favorite. You could even go so far to call it a small obsession. However that would be considered a matter of opinion. Rose had been watching while rubbing small soothing temples at the pulsating feeling in her skull. With out knowledge of what caused it the pulsing could not be stopped, but instead always turned into a pounding sharp headache it started from the back of her eyes and worked its way through out her entire skull. Blue eyes with a curious glint and even a bit of a hidden sparkle, observed the interaction between student and teacher event after the bell rang. Stile's lately always had a dull dark feeling around him, but so did his best friend, and that allision girl. It was very strange, and it was not something the teen had learned how to block out into white noise yet. That was how she survived after all blocking out as much as she knew how to.

Rose noticed as the teen boy looked at her, Stile's Stilinski, one of the most sarcastic students to ever walk Beacon Hill's High halls. Say that fast three times I dare you. Rose normally kept her random thoughts to herself. Such as now when the slightly off topic thought about the boy popped into her head.
'I wonder if he know's how public he has made his concern of his virginity'
Appropriate thought? Eh, it was a simple curiosity of the boy's own awareness of how often he referred to the fact he was still a a virgin. That is if he still was. Rose blinked as he smiled at her, a smirk of a smile in return it lingered for a moment on strawberry lips. Her wrist flicked as she gave a nod of her head in acknowledgment. I wont lie, the positive acknowledgment may have made her day a little bit better.
'I could go say hi, try and make friends'
In the end, by the time she went up to him to say hi he was already leaving the class. .

After the bell rang her attention had been turned to gathering her thing's. Many of her classes were AP Creative writing was her first hour and the most enjoyable class of the day. Before Ms.Blake had taught the class, although Rose liked her teacher techniche there was always something that made the teen uncomfortable. A hatred that seeped through her like a black sludge and at times Rose felt like it was so strong it would suffocate her. Snapped out of her thoughts by loudmouth jocks and former Jackson Whitmore lackeys. Who were half shouting as they went down the hall, she was pushed passed like she was not even there.
"Idiots" She muttered with a light eye roll her light frame had been ping ponged against the locker as she glared at the male's she feared testosterone levels may be a danger to themselves and the world around them.

With a chuckle at her own thoughts she turned to her locker fiddling with the combination. Which was simple, her mother's birthday, This way it was easy for her to remember but it was not common knowledge. Then again neither was her birthday but still. No one had guessed it yet so she would keep it as is. Holding the lock in her teeth she pulled out her binder notebook and textbook for her next class. Supporting them on her hip as she reattached the lock. Rose had grown accustomed to figuring out how to not be slowed down by the weight she carried. Even if she had lost weight she knew just how to carry her books to make them seem lighter than they were. Blue orbs trailed along the hall looking for a quick opening an calculating the quickest way to class before she dived into the crowed to push her way through. She caught a glance a women talking to the coach. Rose didn't need to be empathic to tell she was uncomfortable. Flintstock tended to be capable of doing that to people, indirectly and directly. Just look at poor Greenberg.

Rose went to her class only to find it was no longer being used as an english classroom. Instead one of the old teachers had jumped at the chance for a bigger room, and now Rose had no idea where she was supposed to go. Biting her lip nervously she knew missing the last week before the quarter had been a bad idea. It wasn't like she had a choice though. Phenomena will do that to a person, her hospital stay had only made her weaker not stronger, but luckily she had gotten off ease when it came to length of time in missing school. Thanks to a small break coming up after all of the chaos that had been created. Death, natural disasters which include but not limited to freak storms.

So Rose now had to figure out where her class was before she was late. Depending on where the class room had been moved would determine if she was late or not. She made a resignation to ask the first stationary unoccupied person whose name she knew if they knew where it had been moved. So of course as she tried to maneuver against people far to much larger than her she ended up bumping into a person who currently fit that description. She had been looking behind her after someone had purposefully shoved her, and she didn't have much time to react,hitting against the seemingly immovable object full force did nothing more than almost knock herself down. She blinked in surprise and looked up at the slightly taller male. None other then Ethan Scavo. She looked apologetically at the male.
"Sorry"
The apology was nervously muttered. People she didn't know very well made her nervous, it had nothing to do with Ethan himself. Although the twins kind of terrified her before because of there energy, and of a lingering aura that made her shiver just thinking about it. However the foreign energy had faded and the incredible hostility and darkness had mellowed quite a bit, at first it was uncertainty that shaded it. Now she wasn't sure, she just knew she was not afraid anymore. Well no more than she was of most people. Which was less fear and more anxiety and caution.
"Um, do you know where the English room is now..they moved it, I can't find it"
Blue eyes looking almost fox like behind dark eye liner curving at the tips. She briefly wondered where the male's twin was. Or his boyfriend. Danny was a good guy, and not just in a naive sort of way, he was smart, and had some wit on him. The lacrosse teen was also unafraid to show who he was, and for the most part, beacon hills was pretty excepting of the diffrent sextuality the town contained of. She blinked forcing her mind back on the situation at hand. Not having an anxiety attack while trying to talk to someone she had never really talked to before, in order to find out where the new english room. Perhaps her ADD med's had not yet kicked in yet. She looked up eyes blue nervous, and worried. She was always worried at this point, always flinching in fear. And she hated that her instincts had become that trying to keep her from doing what she felt was her purpose. To help people. However right now she was the one who needed help. In more than one way. But prority states that directions would be what she needed at this exact moment.
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Try to make it look like it's all somehow getting better.
Cause I know how to play it pretty good against the measurexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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[glphy77]

i realize i got red hands↜i wanna change this
xxxxx don't ask me why i choose to L I E⇦
xxx ITS CLEAR TO ME THAT YOU ARE FUMING TOO ௰
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So apparently there was some new teacher in Harris's position, thankfully he didn't suck as much as the other one. Well even if he did suck as much as the other one, Ethan could rip him in half if he really wanted, not that he didn't have those sort of primal urges. So as homeroom ended and Danny was still out of sight, probably asleep in bed. Which immediately made Ethan dream about lying in bed with his boyfriend still and snuggling up with eskimo kisses.

Before leaving homeroom he made sure to walk over to Lydia, needing to pass a message on to the recently revealed banshee. It wasn't a super secret message but still Ethan promised his brother to convey it. Aiden says he is starting to miss you; which is a huge thing because the last thing he missed was his baseball bat when we were five. Ethan gave a small smirk, knowing his brother would kill him for saying anything but he didn't want Lydia to feel like she was being left out to dry. That was all he had to pass along to the girl so Ethan made his way off to his next class.

Bumping into a girl he wasn't familiar with, he apologized making sure neither of them dropped anything onto the tile floor. It's three doors down and on the right. I am walking that way anyways if you want to follow me. Ethan sighed, kind of wishing that Danny was here. He didn't know who she was but at least she could keep him company if only for a tiny bit. Turning on his heels he began to walk away towards English since it was his second class. There wasn't much else to do before class began and he really wasn't in the mood to speak to either Scott or Stile. Their relationship was still a little rocky but it was getting better now that the twins weren't apart of the alpha pack.

[SatiricalFaith]

glphy77

Test my reality, check if there's a weak spot.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxClinging to insanity hope the world will ease up.

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Rose eye's had become distracted by pulse of energy. These kind's of energies how they made her feel, there was only one word to describe it. Cold. It was a bitter chill that set in her chest and spread like a cool tingle through the rest of her. Like being submerged in ice, it took her breath away at first. She blinked passed it, a spirit makeing its self known, ignoring it fiddling with the end of her sleeves on the slightly oversized hoody. Forcing her brain to redirect to what was at hand and ignore how the dead energy was stronger than she was used to. The room wobbled in her vision from the suppression leaving the dull throb in her skull to turn into a pounding migraine. Nothing changed in her posture other than a wince, and her eyes blinked as if something had gotten into them. Or more actually put, as if the light was to bright.

Rose realized the male was responding to her, she blinked once more to refocus her attention. When he apologized she shook her head quickly, because it really had been her fault. OK, not her fault, more so the idiots who knocked into her. But it was kind of her fault because she was so damn small. It is incredibly annoying being both short and light. You have no momentum at all. Again, though the empath was getting of topic inside her own mind. Getting her mind to focus on in on what he was saying she ended up smiling in relief and thanks. A silently thank what ever higher power there was, that she would not be forced to wander around like and idiot. Before she could thank him, he was already headed that way. She dodged a senior rushing passed her cringing as his bag made contact with her shoulder. A breath of a relief came from her lips when she caught up with Ethan.

"Thanks for the help, I was gone when they said where the english room had been moved to" she said a small smile and a chuckle. "At least I hope thats it and that I didn't just zone out or something" then she blinked and frowned realized she incriminated herself and air head. That was no way to make friends. Wait how did one make friends exactly, or you know even thank someone properly. She honestly had no idea, so she shrugged the thought off. In a purely metaphorical mental shrug. "My names Rose, your.. Ethan right?" she provided unsure of what else to say as they approached the door to the room of her destination. At least she was certain of which twin she was talking to. Briefly she wondered if it was weird she knew his name. She just observed a lot. She had a lot of time to do so since people did not generally talk to her with intent of an actual conversation or greeting. However she had talked to Danny once or twice because who had not. "I'v, seen you around with Danny" wait that might have sounded weird as well. Trying not to be weird was exhausting. Rose took this opportunity to shut up before the much larger, much stronger teen got annoyed with her and decided that red means target. Because that had happened before. A Lot. It's kind of funny if you think about it. That Red was her favorite color, yet it was also the color that was in the center of a bullsy. Her mind strayed to wondering why it was that red was the color in the center of a target. Was it just easiest to see?
'I did take my medicine this morning right?'

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Try to make it look like it's all somehow getting better.
Cause I know how to play it pretty good against the measurexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Vicious Madam Mari]

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Outside Beacon Hills High School

Loranna grinned at Cora as she leaned against the tree. She knew that Cora was worried about things acting up. Things were not as simple as they wished it to be. Something about a near death experience after another, all due to one certain Alpha bent on stopping yet another one of Derek's psycho exes...well, she apparently hadn't been an ex until after that. But still...the girl (and her brother) had to lighten up at some point.

"Relax Cora," Loranna said once again. "We're already out. Might as well have fun and do this right, right? ...So where's the bakery in this place?"

Loranna's grin was innocently meant. She honestly wanted to know where the place was without any ill intention behind it. In fact she had a very good intention. As reigning Alpha in this area, Loranna wanted to give Scott and his pack a gift. It was just the way that the Stolks had done things through the centuries. You didn't step into another werewolf's territory without a gift unless you wanted to challenge them. Loranna had no intentions of challenging Scott. At least not in the normal way. She didn't want to challenge him to a fight. She just wanted to make sure that he was taking care of things in this area since he wasn't born into a werewolf family like Derek had been. Especially after all the stories she'd been hearing through the grape vine.

Which meant that, to her, she needed to give Scott a gift. And who didn't like cookies? Of course she didn't know which cookies they liked so maybe an assorted batch would be best. Where could she get that pret---she remembered passing a subway on the way to the school. She could pick some up there.

"Never mind, I know where I can pick some up," the redhead said in a slightly sing song voice as she balanced on the balls of her feet.

Looking down at what she was wearing, Loranna shrugged to herself. She could zip the jacket up to a decent point and walk in just how she was. Or she could leave it unbuttoned and make an impression. Decisions...decisions. Grinning to Cora, Loranna stepped away from the tree. Just as she did so, something in the close-distance caught her attention. Felicias was getting flirted on heavily from a middle aged man (Coach Finstock). She looked to be uncomfortable but Loranna didn't think she was in any danger. The man didn't smell dangerous nor did the tones in his voice sound very threatening. Plus getting out and back into the world would be good for her little albino. Besides she was going to need that tour of the school that the Coach was promising her since she was going to be the new School Counselor. So instead she turned her attention back to Cora.

"Think you can keep up little she wolf?" Loranna said teasingly as she motioned with her head in the direction that they would need to run. "Or would you rather head back to the house and tattle on me to your big bad brother?"

Either way she was going to go get those cookies to leave them as a gift in the woods right before lunch.

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[DropDeadSweetHeart06]

Yours Truly,Quinn Harper

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"DAD! " Quinn growled as she opened the door to her father's bed room. Her irritation just got worse when she saw her father sprawled out on his bed, the beeping alarm clock tossed on the floor by his closet. Quinn growled and stalked up tot he bed and picked up a pillow and began to hit her father over the head with it. The older man gasped and nearly fell out of bed in surprise. Scrambling for his glasses that were on the night stand he glared at his daughter. "Wha-" his mouth shut as he noticed the blinking digits on his alarm clock. "Oh Quinny I'm so sorry!" he said as he rushed out of bed and past her to the living room. "Dad! you knew this was my first day at a new school! and now I'm super late..." she said following him as she slipped on her backpack. "I know, I know, I got home so late from work, it was a crazy night... but come on let's get you to school before I get in trouble too." Quinn narrowed her stunning blue eyes at her father and pursed her lips. "Really? before you get in trouble.. so it's ok if I get in trouble?" she said following him out the door. Her father was a tall good looking middle aged man with dark messy hair and amber colored eyes. Sighing she snatched the key that he had forgot to grab in his rush out the door.

At the School
"Have a good day Quinny, I'll call to let the school know what happened. I'm sure since it's your first day they'll be lenient on you." he said as he reached over to ruffle his daughter's brilliant red hair. Quinn ducked away from his hand. "Dad I just brushed my hair... and stop calling me Quinny, I'm not 10 anymore." she said rolling her eyes. Still, she leaned over and kissed her dad on the cheek. "Go get some more sleep you look awful." she mused. It was her father's turn to roll his eyes. "Out, go before your even more late." he said shooing her out of the car into the chilly air. Quinn took in a deep breath and looked around. "Here we go....." she sighed as she made her way to the entrance. Inside she stopped and took her backpack off and dug through it looking for her bag for her schedule.... oh course it was no where to be found and the hall way was almost empty, meaning that there was class going on. So much for hoping to arrive between classes. Walking up to the front office the lady gladly gave her a new schedule once Quinn explained her morning. The woman pointed her into the right direction and off she went.
English class it was.... Quinn wandered through the halls until she found the right door, at least she had hoped it was the right door... Casually as she could Quinn opened the door and walked through and was greeted by a teacher who filled her in and handed her some materials including a book she hated with a passion... and she adored books... but she had read this book already in her old school. With a grimace she made her way to a seat in the middle row of desks and took a seat as she went over the papers she had been given. There were a couple other students in class as well, apparently no one here was in a rush to be in English class. but those who were here stared at her as she walked in and as she found her seat and she could feel a few gazes boring into her back. Ever since she had come to this town things had been odd... every time her and her father went someplace like to the store people were always asking her if she needed help and if she was finding everything ok and even asked to carry her things... Boys and even girls would give her 'goo goo eyes' and she couldn't understand why, when she looked in the mirror she still looked the same nothing changed,, maybe she had gotten a little taller...

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[intrepidimaginer]

JAKE "J A Y" ARCHER

There was always something amiss in Beacon Hills and today was no exception. Granted, Jake had only been a resident here for six months, but he was in the loop about the supernatural world that most were blissfully ignorant of. He didn’t have extensive knowledge of who was what, but the general assumption was that he made contact with the otherworldly creatures every day, but didn’t have any solid evidence just yet. Still, the amount of activity this town generated meant it was swarming with them, enough reason for Jake to move here. He had just completed his training last year, and he needed a bigger hunting ground. Ironically, his last home town had had much more population, bigger forests, more of everything in general. Bigger, but not necessarily better when compared to the infamous reputation of Beacon Hills.

School was a whole different story. It had been much easier for Jake, with his self-effacing tendencies, to disappear amongst two thousand other kids and teachers that didn’t know his name than to come here in such a tight-knit community like Beacon Hills. It was in a hunter’s nature to adjust, though, instilled into him since he was more than old enough to start training. For the past few months, he hadn’t intentionally given anyone the cold shoulder, but he steered clear of most people, acting as a wallflower until he recently turned eighteen and officially became the main hunter of his family. Most members, except for his mother and younger brother Ian, were estranged due to staying on the outskirts of town, a place that seemed to be a kind of headquarters, secluded from common people and hopefully hidden from those unwanted. Never mind that. He had a whole day ahead of him to worry about.

Whoever Harris was, the consensus was that people didn’t like him. Jake didn’t particularly care because he wasn’t here and therefore didn’t pose for a threat. His brother, though, might be of interest. Interesting tactic, and smooth too. How he dismissed the topic of detention easily, blatantly saying he simply didn’t have time for disciplinary action himself. He was trying to lull the students into a false sense of—there it went again. Jake was over-analyzing, as usual. He should be grateful for the new and late students and a seemingly laidback teacher because it would make his ‘job’ all the more easier. A thorough search would uncover some concealed weapons, but he ought to save that for later. Next period was English. He walked at a leisurely pace, muttering a low “Excuse me” as he passed by Ethan and Roza, entering the classroom and finding himself a seat in one of the middle rows and near a window in case he needed to make an emergency exit. Better safe than sorry.

[Vrosfeer]

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"Well, dragging people around is usually my style. I mean, if I'm not there to move you guys in either direction, all you guys will be dead by now. You can't blame me if...i'm just talking to myself." Stiles finished as he noticed Lydia walking away, her hair bouncing behind her. She still looks gorgeous.

"Cut him some slack - Stiles can't help if he's fallen for a new guy."

Clicking his tongue, Stiles has come up with a conclusion: No support from his friends. None whatsoever. They kick him when he's down. Well, he can honestly say that it was quite creative on Scott's part. Stiles wouldn't have expected him to come up with that on his own. Alright, he isn't giving him enough credit, but ouch. That's low. He still isn't sure if he is attracted to gay guys. I mean, come on. Scott had like two years to think on it. Though Stiles knows tran'nies find him adorable. He sees Ginger, Hazel, and Tina every now and then. They invite him over to girls night and talk about make up and the new cover of vogue. Mokha found a gig somewhere in New York, congrats for her. Stiles even got some beauty tips from her. Which reminds him, he should really give her a call sometime. He hasn't spoken to her in like ages. He feels guilty now. Shaking his head slightly, Stiles remembered where he was and snapped back at attention. "Oh, nice Scott. Least I'm not like sending one another some secret love vibes. I see how both you guys look at each other. But I can see this whole love thing between us," he suggested towards Harvey, "is one sided. I understand."

With that, Stiles grinned and returned his attention back to Harvey, who was currently explaining his reason for moving to Beacon Hills. "Nice?...Really? You couldn't choose like the Bahamas? Or Hawaii. I would so go to Hawaii. I mean, do kids there wear the hula skirts? Would it be offensive if we dress like that in Halloween or like, would it not even be considered a costume? Huh...either way, you're tastes are weird." He rambled on, tapping his chin in thought before snapping his attention back to the kid when he joked about Scott's new pet name. Stiles laughed, tapping Scott's shoulder as he tried to keep a straight face. This was quite entertaining. But logical seeing as the two have fallen back to square 1 in the whole popularity charts. So the whole school isn't really talking about them much as they used to. Well, talking about Scott. He was barely even mentioned after two days that he won that match in Lacrosse long ago. That's pretty sad actually. But given the circumstances, it was safe to assume that at least both of them aren't at the bottom of the food chain unlike freshman year.

Hanging out with Lydia most of the time barely raised their status again. Scott least gets some gossip in school. What does he get? Cookies. That's right. He gets cookies. Although he has no idea whom he gets it from, but someone gives him cookies. As Scott answers the new kid in quite a serious tone, Stiles can't help but feel as if he missed something. Did their little love vibe thing die already? Can't Scott keep one relationship without find a way to screw it up? Oh, no, Scott just wasn't used to it. Go figure. Way to rub in the popularity (or lack thereof) in his face. "Aw man, a substitute? How'd you find that out? Dude, substitute's don't like me." he muttered, as he scratched the back of his head clicking his tongue, annoyed at the fact that he might get a detention just because the sub can't handle his charm. "Which reminds me, I -Oh see ya Harv',- I did some research on the whole voodoo tree thing. I think we might be able to use it to our advantage later on. Remind me to talk more about it later."

Stiles told him as he opened his locker to find a batch of chocolate chip muffins with his name 'Stiles" written in red icing. "Oh yeah! Score again." Well, he didn't know how they get into his locker but he loves the love he is getting so he won't hate. Taking the plastic bag of muffins, he opened it up and lifted it up to Scott, "Can you smell the love dude. I swear, secret admirers are awesome. It's not poisonous or anything right?" Sniffing the bag himself, Stiles shrugged and took out a muffin before biting into it. Grinning, he stuffed the others back inside not before grabbing one and tossing it to Scott. Looking back to see if Harvey had English with them or not, the hyperactive teen shrugged when he didn't see him (probably lost int he crowd or something) and followed his friend into the classroom.

He noticed Roza and Ethan walking along and headed for the same destination as them and found it odd that they knew each other. Shrugging, Stiles waltzed into the classroom, alright not waltzed but he entered nonetheless and situated his butt down slightly near the middle rows by the window. It's their thing. He has no idea why, but it might be an instinct. Quick escape and stuff. Though it can also be deadly. He remembers the angry bird attack last year. That was awful. Did they reinforced the windows this time? Oh god, what if they didn't? Oh god! They were going to die! Scott's new Alpha powers better come in handy in quick life and death situations. Because he does not want to go through another mass bird suicide again.

He heard Scott reply back to someone and whipped his head to look. Damn their super tuned ears. He couldn't even hear the other guy speak. He watched on and was about to bud in when out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other guy, Jacob, looking serious and deadly as ever. Stiles is going to consider that Beacon Hills is raising broody males because that look is starting to become a phase now. Looking down, and finishing his muffin, Stiles took out his notebook and furrowed his 'brows as he rummaged through his backpack for a pen or pencil. Grunting in defeat, because he clearly remembers he was jotting notes down by his computer and forgot to place the damn things inside his backpack, Stiles looked at Scott and was about to ask if he had an extra pencil when he realized that Scott never does. He'll just give him his pencil and end up with none himself. Shaking his head, he turned around and looked behind him to stare at..."Jacob right? Or was it Jason? Uh...Do you happen to have an extra pen or pencil that I may be able to borrow?"

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[Vrosfeer]

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Cora quirked a fine eyebrow at the red head and pursed her lips together. The beta will never admit to such a thing out loud, but she hates babysitting. She would rather dress in a skirt and prance around with a sign, "******** me, I'm famous." Cora growled. It was something the annoying teen somehow gotten stuck in her head before as a means to agitate her. It almost worked. "Bakery?" she questioned as she crossed her arms and tilted her head. Loranna was known not to make sense sometimes and to save herself a migraine, the young Hale would rather just go along with whatever silly plan she came up and make sure she didn't hurt anyone in the process. As she said, babysitting.

The woman's grin didn't help ease her stress levels at all. You can tell when she's up to no good just by looking at her eyes. They hold this tiny glint in them that spells mischief. It reminds her of Stiles, if not worse. The woman has a few years on him and is highly intelligent which makes her more dangerous if anything. At least the Stilinski kid couldn't do much damage in his human state. "Why Cookies? I thought this whole offering thing involved dead animals or something. Or is that a dead tradition?" Cora asked, kicking a stick away from her and looking bored out of her mind. When she looked up, Loranna was grinning and already leaping away. Rolling her eyes and refraining from releasing a loud grunt, the brunette followed ground level. "Is this going to be a regular thing, because I would rather just let Derek know you're going to do what you want anyways."

She looked in the direction the other female was staring at and raised an eyebrow. She didn't keep her eyes on the couple though as she stared at the school. It stank. She secretly went by there a couple months ago when she came too, just to see what the whole fuss was about. High school was something she didn't have a luxury in attending at the time. Six years ago threw her off course, and set her in a state of survival. Nine years old and left to resort to her own instincts and power. School...School was not a likely option then, unfortunately. After all, she does have a death certificate that forces her otherwise. Her head snapped back up when Loranna spoke, forcing her out of her thoughts. "Think you can keep up little she wolf?" Cora frowned, her hands falling back to her sides. "Or would you rather head back to the house and tattle on me to your big bad brother?"

At this, Cora growled. She's baiting her. She knows this. "You do know that by now, Derek already knows you have left the building." She said, her jaw tightening as she stepped closer. "Besides, he doesn't have to know everything I do." she smirked, knowing that was a bit brazen on her part. Though she will never truly challenge Derek in such a way. Although, she'll always have her secrets. Especially those mysterious six years. She knows she has no chance of winning at all. Not against an Alpha. But there was no harm in a little morning run.

"Ten second head start?" she asked, usually out of amusement because even then, she won't win. Winning usually means she was allowed some grace.

[Vicious Madam Mari]

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Beacon Hills with a time skip

"You do know that by now, Derek already knows you have left the building."

Loranna shrugged at that. So what if Derek knew she left the buidling? (Also, yes, she was Elvis in his next life, totally). The boy might be hott to trot but he didn't own her. And she had no plans of any guy ever owning her. She never had - not even as a Beta. Even her own father had a hard time getting her to heel and that was with that roar of his.

As Cora stepped in closer, Loranna noticed a familiar spark. Rebellion. Good girl. A little rebellion where it wouldn't put someone in danger never hurt anyone. In fact, Loranna would say it was healthy. Without it someone couldn't become who they were supposed to be. And she wanted Cora to become the kickass female b***h she was literally born to be. No more hiding it.

"Besides, he doesn't have to know everything I do."

"That's the spirit," Loranna congratulated the teenager. "Besides it's not like we're going hunting without telling him. Just going to get cookies. Harmless...yummy...cookies."

It was sad that she could never figure out the whole kitchen thing. She'd probably have spent most of her time in there if she had. Oh...who was she trying to kid? The call of the forest and the feeling of the wind in her hair (or fur depending) was too tempting to have her stay in the house even for cookies.

"Ten second head start?"

"30 seconds," the playful redhead said with a wink. "And it'll be to the Subway I saw on the way here. Try to keep it top human - don't want to irritate those Argents I keep hearing about just yet."

That would come later.

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Loranna laughed as they (Cora and herself) came back to a stop on the outside of Lacrosse field. Of course, the alpha werewolf didn't know that's what it was but that's where they stopped anyways. By the time that the girls had gotten back to the original spot it was hitting Eleven O'Clock. In fact...The third period bell rang when Loranna had started to laugh to signal the start of lunch.

Okay so maybe she and Cora had gotten distracted. But in Loranna's defense, Cora seemed to enjoy the time outside just as much as she did. And watching people's faces when they vaulted over parked cars had been amusing as well. Especially when they made a few of them stop in their tracks. Thankfully it hadn't been too much of self control to keep to a level that humans could comprehend humanoid bodies moving at. As for the gymnastics on the run...well they did have that upsurge of Parkour lately. It was such an easy use excuse now - Loranna wished it had been popular when she was younger. Would have made life easier.

"So you can have fun after all," Loranna teased good naturedly.

she looked down at the Subway bag in her hand. It was full of cookies and cold cut sandwhiches.

"Now I kind of want that fresh kill..." Loranna pointed out with a smile, touching on Cora's remark about bringing a kill as a present.

She would have if he had been born a werewolf. But this Scott fellow had been made. And Loranna knew from experience that made werewolves weren't so keen on hunting kills . She usually had to ease them into the idea of blood and raw meat until they got to the point that they appreciated hunting. Or at least didn't get uneasy at the sight of what they brought back. If they ever brought anything back.

"Maybe tonight? What do you say - if this goes well you up for a hunt?"

From what she'd been seeing and hearing they had enough game in this Californian reserve for a few hunts without damaging the local population. And there wasn't very much enforcement of the boundaries at all. She hadn't picked up on much more than a few officers if that.

"But for now...lets give them our present shall we?" Cookies and cold cut sandwhichs was better than school food any day. And judging from what she'd been hearing from the people across the yard thats where most of them were headed.

Ducking behind a tree to make sure that no random human saw her, Loranna tilted her head back and constricted her vocal cords. Her eyes flashed red momentarily as she let out a howl. Compared to most it would be quiet - wouldn't make it passed the school for most human ears. But werewolves would hear it without a problem.

Casting her gaze over to Cora, Loranna smiled slightly. "How long till you think your brother turns up after that? Before or after the hunters?"

Oh yes, she knew exactly what she'd been doing. She just wanted to see who was the fastest response unit around these areas. Her howl might not have been that loud, it would have barely spanned the school to human ears, but for all she knew the hunters had eyes in the school. Or maybe she was over estimating them.

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[intrepidimaginer]

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I'm a beta now. No, I've been one for quite some time.

It had been about half a year since Derek made that split-second decision, yet sometimes it didn't seem to register in his brain. He was only reminded of what it had taken him to achieve alpha status in the first place, and that was killing his uncle, who he didn't hate with a burning passion anymore. That didn't mean he wouldn't kill him again if he was an alpha at this point. In fact, the ranking shouldn't have anything to do with it. Harsh as it may sound, the world was better off without his conniving uncle. Knowing him, he would find another way to bring himself back to life anyways, with or without Lydia's help. As for Cora, she hadn't exactly made much of an impression after he saved her life. Certainly no drowning him in hugs and kisses; that was simply overkill. The Hales weren't overly affectionate to begin with, and all the conflict didn't prove they were extremely worried about each other like some other cases. They were simply dysfunctional.

Point being, Derek rarely ever caught a break. The day had started off fairly well, with Peter nowhere in sight. Whatever he was up to, it probably had to do with the McCalls. At least he was predictable in that sense. Derek focused on exercising, planning to go out tonight for a 'run' as usual. He had plenty of time to kill, as he neither had school nor anything remotely close to a nine-to-five shift. His current 'job' entailed him spending 24/7 making sure that everything didn't blow up in his face. The chance of that happening had been significantly increased. Even worse, it was all thanks to his doing, culminating into a single name: Loranna.

Sometime after he was demoted to a beta, Derek and Cora visited the Stolk pack. Loranna's ways were vastly different. The most Derek was willing to do was tolerate them, as he couldn't imagine himself cuddling on a daily basis. Sometimes Loranna was mainly a poignant reminder of Laura since the two had been extremely close. Other times, she could be just the person he needed to see. Above all, though, she was still his alpha. Problematic when he ordered her around like she had no say whatsoever. She actually had the title to show for, making it easier for her to justify why she did what she wanted to.

As soon as he heard the howl, Derek groaned inwardly. He previously had a gut feeling that he wouldn't be able to enjoy his lunch in peace. Something was always bound to happen, and he would have to answer the call. Loranna's and Cora's absence immediately let him know they were still out and about. Even though he had trust issues in general, more severe than ever before, he wouldn't go to the extent of saying that the two were causing trouble. Loranna's presence might possibly lead to a whole bunch of misunderstanding, though, and he'd rather avert confrontations between two groups that shouldn't be established as enemies. Regarding Cora, it was better that she stuck with Loranna no matter what. Liking the babysitting or not, she should be glad Derek even let her out of his sight nowadays.

Without hesitating much, Derek exited his loft and broke into a light jog as he headed towards the school, a beacon of its own. He walked briskly through the entrance and was soon stopped by someone telling him he needed a visitor's badge. "Sir, you can't just barge into there." He should have merely used another entrance. Derek was in no mood to waste time arguing, yet he needed to go. Now.

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At; Beacon Hills High
Conversing With; Derek Hale
Feeling; Curious and just a bit exasperated
Wearing; Outfit

The tour had been, well… extensive, to say the least. Coach Finstock, for all his seemingly good intentions of showing a fellow ‘co-worker’ around, was far too adamant on skipping over the majority of the school’s grounds and instead spending excessive amounts of time ranting and raving about the things he thought were more significant. Like the locker rooms, for instance. Felicitas had no desire to comprehend how one man could hold so much pride for such a small, stuffy, foul smelling room. Then again, her own brothers would’ve found the space, with its adjoining showers and close proximity to not only the gym but the weight room, to be a wonderland. If they were still alive, that was.

Dwelling on the past was a no go, so, moving on.

Periods had come and gone, and while Felicitas was normally a rather patient person, she found she couldn’t take much more of Finstock’s constant rambling. Everyone had their limits, after all. The fact that she’d lasted all the way till lunch was surely a testament to her sainthood. It was as he was beginning yet another long monologue about a generic looking trophy his team had won that she decided to cut things short. ”I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Finstock, but I regret to say I truly do need to be getting on my way. I appreciate the tour, and will most diffidently seek you out if I have further questions, but there are still some matters I must attend to before the day is over.” She’d truly never changed over the years; polite to a fault and the picture of proper etiquette. While she didn’t always enjoy being compared to nothing but a ‘soft spoken lady’, it did come in handy in situations such as this. Coach Finstock could do nothing more than give a good hearted chuckle, accept her sincerest apologies, and send her on her way. For her, well placed words were far more valuable than any fangs or claws. She would chose the role of a diplomat over that of a soldier any day.

Once free, she began the short trek from the trophy displays to the main entrance with the intention of stopping by the office on the way. It would seem that she wouldn’t be able to make contact with any members of the pack that day, but tomorrow it would be far easier, what with her therapeutic influence and all. Oh, the wonders of call slips. But who would she bring in first? Mayhap one of their humans, from what Derek had told them, they seemed to be a bit more rational than the wolves. Now the only question was Stiles or Lydia—

Oh dear. She’d recognize that howl anywhere, even with her meager human hearing. What was Loranna up to now? Picking up her pace, she managed to gather the paperwork she’d intended to retrieve from the office—just a few odd and ends, a last minute agreement form here, a health card form there. Trivial, really. And not nearly as important as getting to her Alpha to see what all the ruckus was about. Before she’d made it two steps outside the office, however, another pressing matter was brought to her attention.

Why was it that wolves were so headstrong? Was it a genetic mutation they received upon being bitten? Or was Derek Hale just that reckless?

A flick of her wrist brought her soft ivory hair cascading over her shoulder, followed by the straightening of her back, raising of her chin, and lengthening of her stride. If there was one thing she exceeded at as an emissary, it was keeping her pack out of trouble. Now would be no exception. ”Excuse me, sir, it’s alright. He’s with me.” While her tone couldn’t be considered one of no-nonsense, it certainly held an undeniable sense of confidence hidden under the usual layer of warmth. She was lying to the man, but he’d never be able to tell. Not when she looked every bit the part the righteous do-gooder. The man gave the two of them a few skeptical looks before muttering something about ‘new employees getting too much slack’, and going on his way. ”Derek,” Voice softening marginally and blue eyes alight with platonic affection, Felicitas shifted her entire focus on the brute. ”I do believe she’s on the Lacrosse field. Any clue what she could be up to?”
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[intrepidimaginer]

JAKE "J A Y" ARCHER

Always be well equipped but not to the point where it weighs you down.

Jake had learned this lesson firsthand from his mother. Anywhere he went, out in the wilderness especially, everything was scarce. Man was supposedly the greatest weapon because he was the one that crafted other tools. However, that didn't mean mastery over weapons was useless. The Archers were obviously skilled with a bow and arrow, but they did have to branch out to other methods in order to survive. It was natural for hunters to be imbued with a resourceful spirit when the odds were against them.

Now that didn't apply entirely to school, but he was sort of a supplier as well. He had plenty of pencils and pens to lend out. "Jake, but call me Jay." The fact that Stiles didn't remember his name didn't offend him in the slightest bit. It meant he had become assimilated how he wanted to. It wasn't extremely hard to play the loner type because that was the lifestyle he was accustomed to. He spent as much time as he was allowed to with Ian, which honestly wasn't long. Truth be told, Ian was a liability and if say someone wanted to target Jay, they wouldn't have to look far for leverage. Anyhow, Jake mainly gave out his nickname as partially a 'friendly' gesture to give something more unique and therefore easier to remember, but it was mostly because he didn't want anybody to dwell too long on his birth name. The hunter secret was safe for now.

As Jake reached into his bag for a pencil, he accidentally brushed up against one of his knives, not the conveniently compact Swiss Army kind because he had that on him in one of his inside pockets. The blade glinted maliciously for just a second, but Stiles most likely saw it. Jake kept his cool, telling Stiles to "keep the pencil." He was one of the first people out to lunch, trying to secure a spot for himself because it wasn't like anyone would reserve one for him. He usually ate alone, and that was fine by him.