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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 10:21 pm
Lah edit: you did rub off on my mari Mari: Of course I did. ninja
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 11:16 pm
Scott pulled up against the hospital, sighing deeply before taking off his helmet. After Kira, he got off his bike and looked around at the chaos that took place. The electrical wire killed a few people when it landed on a large puddle of water; water that people were standing on at the time. Either way, the scene is cleaned up and people are flooding back in the hospital. Taking Kira's hand, he led her inside where his mom as walking up to patients and taking their blood pressure. "Any news?" he asked her, gently touching her shoulder. His mom looked up at him as she jotted down some notes in the papers before gesturing for him to follow her. Leading them down the hall, his mother pulled them in an empty room, looking around before closing the door behind them.
"No none. The cops came here and did a sweep over things before the FBI was called away. Your father didn't look too pleased. But no word on Stiles yet."
Scott looked pensive for a moment, a frown etching his face as he stared down at the floor. Where was Stiles? How can he just disappear like that? Stuff like this he wishes he actually has Stiles right next to him. Eventually, Stiles will figure this out. He always does. But now...now that Stiles is the one gone, he doesn't know what to do. No that's a lie. He knows he needs to find Stiles. Needs to find a way to save him from whatever is happening. "Scott!" He snapped his head up to see the worried and tired gaze of his mother. Scott nodded his head and was about to tell her he was okay when his phone began to ring. Reaching into his pockets, Scott looked at the caller ID and instantly was on alert when he saw Derek's name. Answering it quickly, Scott placed the phone in his ear, "Derek! What is it?! What do you have?!" He asked in succession but instead of Derek's voice coming into the receiver, he got a loud explosion before the phone went dead.
"Derek! Derek!?"
Scott stared down at his phone, a worried and panicked look overcoming him before he turned around to look at the two females. "Stay here." he ordered and ran out of the room. Once outside the hospital Scott quickly dialed Allison's number, releasing his breath when he heard it ring. Hearing her voice, and Isaac's in the background, Scott quickly informed them what happened and told them to come to the hospital to meet him as soon as possible.
In just a few minutes, they arrived, looking as worried and panicked as him. Scott was about to speak when his phone rang again, this time with Allison's name on it. Quickly answering, Scott listened to her as she spoke and said one name he dreaded to hear. One name that started their problems...
"Are you sure it's William Barron!?" he asked her, "Be careful! He's dangerous. And what happened!?
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Derek growled as he tried to find a scent for this William Barron guy. But nothing came. It was like he didn't even exist. Stuffing the paper in his pocket, Derek turned to Allison and nodded in the direction of the building. He listened to the conversation behind him, wondering how and when Scott ran into this escaped patient. He shared Allison's concern though. But he also wondered how this guy is connected to Stiles in any way.
Derek sighed as he saw a few guards patrolling the facility. Even if the guy escaped, he wouldn't be entering this place with that much security.
"There's nothing here...Tell Scott we'll be heading back and to meet us at his house.
Turning around, Derek pulled a face and looked at the manhole before shaking his head. "It might take some time though. We're not going back down there."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 12:34 am
 Stiles kept flicking tiny little paper balls at Scott in an attempt to get his attention. The guy was adamant in listening to the teacher...or something. However, after a while, he was sure that something else was going on because both Scott's and Loranna's attention were too concentrated for it too be anything but simple. Because simple doesn't happen around Stiles. The universe doesn't like things to be simple for him. It was like a big as joke to the universe if things were simple for him. So they decided to make things hard as hell for him to solve. Like now. Because one minute the teacher was talking enthusiastically, and the next, she was rushing out the door. Stiles blinked, following her out and wondering what happened. The moment she exited the door, he pounced on Scott. ❝ Dude! What the hell! Is there something you need to inform me of? Because Stiles would like to not die. ❞ he whispered harshly, before looking down at his pockets.
Reaching for his phone, Stiles looked towards Lydia in question before reading the text. He thought for a moment before replying to her.
To: BanshQueen
From: Stiles
Message: I'm sure if you ask nicely, he'll give you loads. Then again, if he doesn't, we can always have Scott sneak some stuff out.
Also, has Allison told you we are going to meet up later to talk about the Vrykolaks in the bestiary?
After pressing send, Stiles looked at his best buddy before shrugging off his dismissal to his question. Scott will tell him eventually, even if he has to corner him in lunch. Although, talking about it during class was a bit much but honestly, it never stopped them before. Stiles still remembers all those detentions he has gotten because the teachers have a thing against him. Like literally, it's like he has a sign in bright a** neon colors saying, 'TAKE ME, I'M THE ONE YOU WANT. LEAVE SCOTT ALONE!' Because the dude, never gets stuck with him. Lucky b*****d. Either way, once the bell rang, Stiles patted Scott's shoulder, before waving at the rest of them.
Spanish class wasn't entertaining at all. The lady Spanish was being extra mean to him by yelling so much and picking at his every mistake. It's not his fault that language is so foreign to him. He is barely mastering english! English! Sighing, Stiles trudged his way towards History and plopped down in an empty chair and waited for Scott and the rest to join him. Oh how his day was....GETTING AWESOME! Another teacher.
thinking: ' from awesome, to bad, to fantastic. '
feeling: exhausted, frustrated, ecstatic and so much more
located: history class with Bree, and everyone else
[ original optometrist contacts: spit pathetic post...please ignore...just though to get stiles in and ughlaksdjfkj ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:43 pm
 Derek frowned as he looked back towards Allison. He didn't mind leaning on her however, it would leave him vulnerable to sudden attacks. He wouldn't be able to react as fast if he were to let her go first. "I'm fine." he let out through clench teeth as he looked around. "There should be stairs leading up to the main building. We'll take the streets from there." It's been a while since he has been here, so the layout isn't as fresh in his mind as it used to be. Then again, he doesn't know why he was here to begin with when he was younger. Something to do with Laura...Shaking his head, Derek sighed before nodded in a direction he was sure would lead closer to the stairs. At least it wasn't a ladder; he didn't think he could handle ladders anymore. He was careful when it came to maneuver away from the security guards and making sure both of them went unheard.
In a couple of minutes, and retracing their steps twice, they found the stairs. Once upstairs, Derek peered around the corner and signaled Allison to follow him. They almost made it to the door when Derek got blinded by a flashlight. "Hey, you! Stop!"
"Damn," he cursed and bolted through the reception area before jumping through the closed glass doors. He knew Allison was right behind him as he heard her footsteps catching up to his. He scanned the streets and ordered Allison to follow him. In just a few seconds, they lost sight of the guard and Derek slowed to a stop. God, he felt like he was going to hurl. With the wolvesbane coursing through his system, it felt like molten iron flowing through his blood.
"Tell Scott to meet me at the animal clinic. Bring my car around." With that, Derek pushed Allison towards the route to the hospital, giving her his keys before making his way on the opposite direction. He needed medical assistance. He knows there's still a piece of the silver shard embedded in his stomach, it was the reason why he was feeling the most pain emitting from there. He hopes Scott gets to the clinic fast once he gets there (if he gets there) because he doubts he'll last long.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:18 pm
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x It shouldn't have been surprising that he found such a sight in the basement of the school. Honestly, he was baffled as to why he thinks that coming to school would be any different. Should have listened to his dad when the sheriff offered to have him home-schooled instead. All sorts of questions ran through his head as he held on to Lydia's shoulder. Who was this mysterious Art teacher? How'd another werewolf get into Beacon Hills without him being aware of it? Who is this Matthios character who so resembles a poor cosplayed version of Count Dracula? Are they tearing each other limb from limb as he speaks? Are they even enemies? What if they were in cahoots with one another?! Oh my god, they are going to die!
"Are you stupid or are you retarded? Dracula isn't real. Maybe, you should go to the nurse because you probably hit your head."
Stiles snapped out of his thoughts, his head whipping to Allison before he felt Lydia to take his time and honestly he did; but did so by greeting the others around him. And what a surprise. Really, he should have known Jackson would have returned. Just when he thinks it can't get any worse, it does. When it rains, it pours. Stiles took a moment to break from life at that moment because he should really start setting up his priorities. In what life does a love adversary top a cahooting (yeah he likes the word cahoots) between were-dog moon babies and a sexier twilight version of Vlad the Impaler? When his Stiles senses tingled, the teen instantly new that Jackson was belittling him. Although words were not actually used to insult Stiles more than being clueless, spiritually, he knew, he knew that pre-lizard whipped were-pup was making snide comments in his wittle pee-brain head.
“And I owe you an explanation why?”
Stiles immediately straightened up and pierced Jackson with a heated stare, before it vanished and replaced by a playful mirth and a lopsy grin. ❝ Oh well, you know, just trying to keep tags on you. Making sure you aren't terrorizing the city anymore? Is your skin problem gone or do you still have that dry scale like itchiness? You know, I have a cream that not only cures eczema but lizardititis as well. ❞ He winked, turning sharply to stare down at Lydia as she grabbed his arm and reeled him back a bit. It was then he noticed how close he was getting to Jackson. Oh, he can just kiss her! Well, he wouldn't...but he would like to. Not that that's all he wants to do. He's perfectly content in just remembering the life saving (wonderful, blissful, heavenly and everything nice) kiss.
Smiling, Stiles nodded and stepped back, frowning at her next words.
"You're not the only one who's wondering why."
Yeah, okay, he knew she was still hung up on Jackson. So yeah, his chances were literally completely shot and torn to tiny little pieces with his return. However, he isn't going to let Jackson just waltz back in here, pretending that his departure didn't just practically destroy her (even though she'll dutifully deny it with an iron fist) and just continue on with their relationship as if it was fine and dandy. No siree, because she was hurting, and as her friend, he'll give Jackson a run for his money before Stiles sees him fit to even get remotely within touching distance again. Grabbing her hand lightly, Stiles returned her small smile with a toothy grin of his own, in a silent effort to reassure her.
Stiles turned to Jackson in time to see him staring at Lydia with a distance (dare he say longing) look before the bell rang signaling his departure. And as usual, he can't just leave without having that last words.
“Whenever you need me…” Stiles shook his head at that, wondering if Jackson would really keep his distance until she calls for hi-...the sudden image of Lydia calling out to Jackson in a baby cooed voice like she does with her dog Prada instantly popped in her head. He hid his amused smile behind a proud disfigured grin as he heard Lydia brush him off easily and smoothly. Honestly, if Allison wasn't here next to them, Stiles will give him a piece of his mind. And speaking of which...
"I appreciate your concern but whatever is going on with you and Jackson. I don't want any part of that."
Stiles reeled back in questioning, wondering what was going on before he even entered this conversation. He looked at Lydia with confusion, nodding towards Moore running behind Jackson. Although, he doesn't know why he's a tad bit surprised those two made friends so quickly. Her earlier statement of her throwing rocks at him as kids was brought back. Honestly, he will take the time to think back to his childhood when his life isn't constantly thrown into life threatening situations. The overthinking teen was pulled back from his thoughts when he felt the strawberry blonde pull on his sleeve.
"Thanks for coming to the rescue." Stiles scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, looking off to the side momentarily before staring at her hazel eyes and letting a full blown lopsided grin. ❝ Yeah. Yeah no problem. ❞ he said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal.
"And, I'll go with you to talk to Allison and the others."
Stiles nodded, wondering what he should think about Lydia's sudden beaming smile. He'll just throw it into the 'Lydia Survival Pains' pile. It's an area where he can only just stand beside her and hope that there is no permanent mental damage (which there isn't because Lydia is one dynamite gal). It was then his phone vibrated and Stiles fumbled to get it out of his pocket as he followed Lydia.
And it's from Hott Gurl, a.k.a Scott. "Are you okay?", it read. Are you okay? Seriously? That's it? Not, "Hey dude, a little warning. There are more werewolves other than Allison Moore and you should watch out because the Vampire King is in the basement in the middle of his underlings decapitated bodies. Thought I should warn my VERY HUMAN AND MORTAL BEST FRIEND about the Supernatural happenings occuring today."
Stiles pouted and sighed, pausing mid-step and debating whether or not he should have a sit down with Scott and explain how communication works in this whole Trying to out-Survive everything out to KILL them.
Rushing up to catch up to Lydia, Stiles scanned the classroom to see Scott in the middle before plopping in the empty seat next to him (mentally noting how Lydia kept to the seat beside him as well) and glared millions, upon millions of mental dipped silver daggers at Scott. When the teacher began talking, Stiles took the [worst] opportune moment (if his history is anything to go by) to speak to his buddy, o'l pal here. ❝ Dude, later, you and I are going to have a serious conversation on the lack of communication between us. ❞ he rushed out, looking between him and the teacher to ensure they were safe to continue, ❝ There is another werewolf currently talking to a smoking hot Dracula...In. The. BASEMENT! ❞ He wondered if his whispering can get any lower but knew that even if it did, Scott (and every other werewolf in here) can hear him.
Silence, (well, if you discount the teacher) was recieved and no movement from Scott's side whatsoever. Stiles shook his head before flicking Scott's ear. ❝ Dude, werewolf, vampire, blood, basement. Go be Alpha! Mark your territory or something? ❞
It was then that Stiles took out his cell phone and looked at him in question. ❝ Want me to call back up? I have the Diego (Derek) on speed dial? ❞ He was interrupted when a ball was tossed at Scott, snapping his head back to the front and quickly correcting his sitting position, whilst hiding his phone within the safety confines of his pockets.
Crap, he was suppose to be listening. At least this time it was Scott who was forced to take one for the team instead of him.
thinking: ' think think think. '
feeling: feel feel feel
located: located
[ original optometrist contacts: ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 1:33 am
 cora ♚ hale stolk
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x t e e t h c l a w s & r a w r !
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
so pull the trigger, i`ll take the painx x
XXXi`ll fight the villain, just play the game!!!
Honestly, Cora was beginning to wonder if she should leave class and wander the halls because the period started but the damn teacher hasn't arrived yet. She grimaced as a mental picture popped in her head featuring Loranna and Geoffrey doing more than whatever they were doing when she barged in that room. She'll never intrude ever again. Rolling her eyes at the stupidity of it all, Cora stood up and slung her backpack over her shoulders before exiting out of the class. She ignored the hushed murmuring behind her and instead chose to walk in a direction that would lead her to Derek's class. Least she can give him a valid excuse that her biology teacher was playing some type of gag-inducing tag with Loranna.
As she walked down the hallways, Cora paused mid-step as her nostrils flared with the fresh scent of blood. It was fairly faint but still strong enough that she knew it was located within the school; probably a bit of distance between them. Cora's eyes flashed golden, prepared to follow the trail when the intercom buzzed with life.
"Can CORA STOLK and HARVEY LEE REX report to the Gymnasium please. I repeat, CORA STOLK and HARVEY LEE REX report to the Gymnasium."
Releasing a strained growl, Cora debated whether to listen to the command or go investigate the smell. However, she figured that even if she were to go, she wouldn't be of much help. The wise thing to do would be fetch Loranna this very moment, or Derek for that matter. Nodding to herself, Cora immediately began to retrace her steps back to the teachers lounge when she caught Loranna's scent making her way towards another classroom and as she was just about to follow, the bell rang causing Cora to sigh heavily in frustration. Unsure whether her alpha currently has class this moment or not, she opted to text them...until she remembered she no longer had a phone to do so. Growling lightly to herself, she glared at the floor and gave up, deciding to find them after going to the Gym. Besides, she did catch a small whiff of Zippy and the blood certainly wasn't his. The other Alpha seems to have it under control if she hasn't heard any commotion at all besides the bustling teens and their rampaging hormones.
Finally, after 5 minutes or so of 'taking her time' (she'll refuse to admit that she was completely lost), she arrived at the Gymnasium. Opening the doors, Cora was instantly led to the commotion happening in the pool area. Upon entering the pool section of the school (through the only door that wasn't barricaded), Cora raised an eyebrow in question when she caught Loranna smirking deviously as she flung Harvey into a pool and said in a sing-song voice: ”Do you wanna see a merman?”
❝ What the hell do you think you're doing? ❞ she asked irritably, tapping her foot and crossing her arms. If she was called to watch Loranna torment some poor glasses wearing nerd, then she would rather go investigate the strange smell. Her eyes trailed over at the other males, giving them a withering glare as she finally acknowledged them.
❝ You do know there is the scent of blood filling the hallways and here you are throwing some poor sod into a...pool... ❞ she trailed off as she glanced at Harvey for a second only to feast her eyes on the strangest sight she has ever seen.
❝ What. The. Hell?! ❞
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 4:46 pm
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x Stiles just gave Scott an unamused look at his comment and rubbed his face in frustration. Honestly, he's taking Scott to Alpha classes because his buddy here might be a True Alpha, he definitely isn't taking the responsibilities that come with it seriously. Stiles wonders if he's still trying to deny the fact of what he is. After Scott tossed the ball, he was about to comment when he realized who he passed the ball too. Archer. With everything that has been going on, Stiles hasn't really dug any dirt on the guy after the knives incident. And Scott still didn't believe him!
"Jake. I'm an only child."
Only child, huh? Stiles will see about that! He always wanted to do a Stake-out! Then again, he'll have to be careful and plan it correctly, what with all the blood suckers out there and the King of the Vamps living and feeding down in the basement.
Stiles turned sharply to Scott as he noticed something block him from his peripheral vision. Allison Moore just sat between him and Scott (or on Scott's desk), smirking at them as she dropped her bag on the floor. Stiles blinked curiously as a feeling of deja vu washed over him. Has this happened before? Shaking his head, the teen watched as Scott commented on her strange behavior before he turned to Lydia.
❝ You've got your hands full. ❞ he whispered, pointing at the blonde. Yeah, if there was anyone that can change the girls high-and-mighty attitude and turn them into pudding in their hands, it's Lydia. I mean, look what she did with Jackson.
Eyeing the other teen walk in and taking a seat, Stiles began to plot certain little werewolf traps he'll set up to keep him away from Lydia for the time being. He'll probably won't keep his word about staying put until she calls him because it is Jackson they are talking about. When he wants something, he'll come and get it himself. Patience wasn't really his forte if memory comes to serve.
Speaking of which, he'll have to do a whole lot of research on the arrivals at school. Especially Allison Moore seeing as she'll prove to be nothing but trouble. She claims to have known him and he is feeling snippets of familiarity from her. When he heard Scott advice Moore, Stiles nodded in agreement,
❝ Yeah, or a doggy matt. Which ever you prefer. ❞ he added with a smirk.
After that, everything went by a bit quickly if not almost fatally before returning to normal. Then again, fatal is the new norm nowadays. When it was his turn to share, Stiles easily replied with a grin ❝ My best friend is a Beast. ❞ earning quite a few chuckles and cat-calls towards Scott and some dramatic eye rolls of some students.
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After class, Stiles walked with Scott to their lockers and was quickly reminded of what he said earlier. And in quick response, smack Scott upside the head. ❝ That's for not listening to me! And dude, seriously...We have vampires running around town killing people and attack werewolves and you can't believe there's the King of the whole Undead blood suckers in the basement? Would I make this up? ❞
A pregnant silence filled them before Stiles smacked Scott again. ❝ Shut up, not a word. Quick Wonder boy -to the basement! ❞ he said as he practically hauled Scott over and waved at Lydia who was in the company of Allison Argent who kept to herself at the moment. He figured she was still worried about her dad. It was then he caught sight of Jackson exiting out of class with Allison Moore on his tail and Jay following right after.
Once down in the basement, Stiles once again stuck close to walls and peered around the corners only to panic when he came across a massacre without the perpetrators.
❝ Dude! DRACULA IS RUNNING FREE IN THE SCHOOL! Oh my god! Oh my god! Scott! Go follow your nose where ever it goes and...OH my god- I gotta warn Lydia! ❞
Stiles quickly whipped out his cell phone and began to text her with quickly press of the buttons.
To: BanshQueen
From: Stiles
Message: Lydia! There is a Vampire walking around the school wearing a cape! Whatever you do, do not confront it! We are currently in his Lair with his latest victims. We'll be there in a moment!
Finally looking up after pressing send, Stiles stared at the decapitated bodies on the ground and frowned. ❝ Scott...We are going to do a trust exercise right now...Is that a lung? ❞ was the last thing he said because the next moment, Stiles is collapsing to the floor.
thinking: ' think think think. '
feeling: feel feel feel
located: located
[ original optometrist contacts: ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:49 pm
cora ♚ hale stolk
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x t e e t h c l a w s & r a w r !
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
so pull the trigger, i`ll take the painx x
XXXi`ll fight the villain, just play the game!!!
"Oh that's so neat!"
Yeah...neat isn't the word she'll go for at the moment. Shocking, astounding, stunning, stupefying, confounding, etc. would more likely fill the bill. Then again, she is talking about Loranna and the critter here so nothing should come of a surprise that these two would actually look like kids opening up their Christmas presents before midnight. The werewolf eyed the teen boy, a boy she thought was just a normal guy that stank of fish and would be easy to manipulate, but when does anything go her way. Her eyes raked over his fangs and the newly formed gills before staring at his eyes. Black. It looked practically demonic but her gut instinct told her it wasn't as dangerous as she thought it would be. It? Now's she's referring to Harvey as an It? Great. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself before crossing her arms one more time.
"Are you sure it's safe for Cora to take a bath with him?"
Her eyes immediately shot towards Geoffrey, who she attempted to burn a whole through his skull as she penetrated him with a deadly glare. ❝ What? ❞ she growled out, putting as much venom behind that word as she can possible muster.
"No one is taking a bath with me! Let me out of the pool!" she heard Harvey hiss out and she couldn't agree with him more. "This is kidnapping and extortion and you come in here and I will BITE one of you!"
Cora didn't it was even more possible to hate someone as much as she hated the biology teacher as his next words were positively infuriating. Her eyes flashed gold as she neared him, glancing at Harvey momentarily as confusion washed over his features. Good, she thought.
After the merman spoke, Cora immediately intervened. ❝ Nothing! ❞ she answered him and was about to mouth off to Geoffrey and Loranna when the stupid teacher came up behind her and shouted "Heal!" before pushing her into the water. Her hands instantly flew to latch unto anything but to no avail. Instead, she felt the cold freezing water instantly pierce her warm skin as she fell into the pool. Cora shot her head above the water, gasping and practically shrieking in anger as she swam to the edge, completely ignoring the fact Harvey went in the opposite direction.
A low, rumbling growl emitted from her throat as her claws extended and her eyes flashed a dangerous glow as Cora pushed herself out of the water. She'll ignore the dull ache of her wounds, concentrating more on the fact that her current prey is away from the edge of the pool. She snarled at Geoffrey, her fangs looking positively sharp and dangerous.
cora ♚ hale stolk
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x t e e t h c l a w s & r a w r !
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
so pull the trigger, i`ll take the painx x
XXXi`ll fight the villain, just play the game!!!
"Oh that's so neat!"
Yeah...neat isn't the word she'll go for at the moment. Shocking, astounding, stunning, stupefying, confounding, etc. would more likely fill the bill. Then again, she is talking about Loranna and the critter here so nothing should come of a surprise that these two would actually look like kids opening up their Christmas presents before midnight. The werewolf eyed the teen boy, a boy she thought was just a normal guy that stank of fish and would be easy to manipulate, but when does anything go her way. Her eyes raked over his fangs and the newly formed gills before staring at his eyes. Black. It looked practically demonic but her gut instinct told her it wasn't as dangerous as she thought it would be. It? Now's she's referring to Harvey as an It? Great. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself before crossing her arms one more time.
"Are you sure it's safe for Cora to take a bath with him?"
Her eyes immediately shot towards Geoffrey, who she attempted to burn a whole through his skull as she penetrated him with a deadly glare. ❝ What? ❞ she growled out, putting as much venom behind that word as she can possible muster.
"No one is taking a bath with me! Let me out of the pool!" she heard Harvey hiss out and she couldn't agree with him more. "This is kidnapping and extortion and you come in here and I will BITE one of you!"
Cora didn't it was even more possible to hate someone as much as she hated the biology teacher as his next words were positively infuriating. Her eyes flashed gold as she neared him, glancing at Harvey momentarily as confusion washed over his features. Good, she thought.
After the merman spoke, Cora immediately intervened. ❝ Nothing! ❞ she answered him and was about to mouth off to Geoffrey and Loranna when the stupid teacher came up behind her and shouted "Heal!" before pushing her into the water. Her hands instantly flew to latch unto anything but to no avail. Instead, she felt the cold freezing water instantly pierce her warm skin as she fell into the pool. Cora shot her head above the water, gasping and practically shrieking in anger as she swam to the edge, completely ignoring the fact Harvey went in the opposite direction.
❝ I'm going to KILL YOU! ❞
A low, rumbling snarl emitted from her throat as her claws extended and her eyes flashed a dangerous glow as Cora pushed herself out of the water. She'll ignore the dull ache of her wounds, concentrating more on the fact that her current prey is away from the edge of the pool. She snarled at Geoffrey, her fangs looking positively sharp and dangerous as she pierced him with a feral look, taking slow and steady steps before she lunged at him.
She was already pissed off about wasting her time in class, and the fact she was tense because the faint smell of blood, it was no surprise that she instantly lost control when Geoffrey pushed her into the water.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 1:49 am
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x Feeling momentarily groggy, Stiles kept his eyes closed as he felt Scott lift him up by his underarms and wrap his arm around his shoulder to have a better hold of him. When he felt Scott push up the stairs, Stiles groaned and cracked an eye open to ensure they left that stinking, rotting place that showed way to much of a person than he wants to see...ever. ❝ Dude, you suck at trust exercises. Next time, you go down a scary basement where Mr. Drac is living in feeding on poor victims ALONE~! ❞ he enunciated that part as he felt bile rise up his throat. Swallowing it, Stiles pushed off Scott lightly as they reached the hallways again and gave Scott a look before flickering his gaze at the basement, giving him a silent "What did you get from down there?"
But all those people. He should be worried about how many there are down there, sprawled about on the floor, detached limbs scattered here and there. They had families. They had children. Hell, he's pretty sure some were students here. Then again, he only saw less than a dozen faces in there. Oh god...
❝ I'm calling my dad. ❞ Stiles told Scott, whipping out his phone as he dialed his Dad's cell and held it up to his ears. He heard it ring about three times before he heard the sheriff on the other end whispering harshly at him. "Stiles. Why are you calling during school?"
❝ Uh...well, ❞Stiles paused, looking at Scott a bit lost as to what to tell him before remembering that his dad already knew everything, well sort of, ❝ Hey pops...yeah...just calling to let you know that I'm doing well and that I love you and I saw Dracula standing over a dozen bodies in the school's basement. So yeah, you know, the normal routine. ❞
Stiles stopped talking, fearing that he gave his dad a mild heartache because everything went silent on the other end. ❝ Dad? Faja? Hellooooo~? ❞
"Do I wanna know how any of that is normal to you?"
❝ Uhm....Nah, you probably don't. ❞
"Stiles..."
❝ Just give us time to find the vampire. Or at least confirm it's no longer here. ❞ he begged, and did a whiplash thing with his arm when he heard the all too familiar sigh of defeat. "One hour. That's all." Stiles nodded before remembering to verbally confirm it and hung up, giving Scott's a thumbs up.
❝ We have an hour. ❞
One hour. Only one hour to find locate this Edward Cullens, catch him, and keep him away from potential meals. Yeah, no pressure.
❝ Do you smell anything? You know, other than the piles of dead mutilated carcasses down there. Like, can you track it's scent. I'm pretty sure there was another werewolf in there...I mean, they used the word Lup and I know for a fact that it translates to wolf. ❞
Yeah, he should have probably confirmed that little fact before he ran off. Ha! Just kidding. Nope. He was so not becoming Edward's and Jacob's b***h. He sent out a quick mass text to everyone in his contacts, warning them of the possible vampire in the compass...and also about the dead people in the basement.
To: Miguel (Derek), BanshQueen (Lydia), Hawkeye (Allison), Puppy Eyes (Isaac), Derek Jr. (Cora)
From: Stiles
Message: Vampire on compass. Wearing a cape. Kinda hot. Last seen with possible werewolf that looks like Shaggy. Keep an eye. Also, dead bodies in basements. Pops gave us an hour.
❝ Come Scooby, we've got a mystery to solve. ❞ Stiles grinned as he pushed Scott into action.
thinking: ' think think think. '
feeling: feel feel feel
located: located
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:10 pm
 "Wait, he set a trap for you guys?!" Scott shouted into the phone, disbelief and worry etched in his voice. How in the world did William Barron have enough time and equipment to do such a thing? Bombs! It would make sense he would prepare something for werewolves, considering what happened and that fact he partially knows what they are but to such an extent? He definitely had some help. He must have. Or else he was far more dangerous than they thought he was. When Allison said to meet them at his house, Scott nodded and confirmed before hanging up. He looked back at Allison and Isaac informing them of what he just learned and both looked at each other with apprehension before nodding to him. Scott got on his bike and rode off ahead of him as they got in Allison's dad 4runner.
It was just about halfway when Scott got another call and told him to go to the animal clinic and the Alpha turned to look at the mirrors to check if the other two are with him when he noticed that the truck was no where in sight. "Yeah, alright. I'll see you there." he told her before tucking the phone away. He swerved in a circle to stop and look at the road, taking off his helmet as he quickly began to dial Allison's number. How'd the hell didn't he notice before? He was sure they were right behind him just a few minutes ago. The phone went straight to voicemail and Scott tried again and again to no avail.
"Isaac!" Scott shouted, as he drove off once again back on the road, heading towards the clinic. "Isaac!" he shouted louder through the soaring wind lashing passed him. He stopped his bike when he heard his phone ring showing an unkown number; Scott answered it quickly. "Allison?"
"Heheh..." Scott heard the quiet, chilled laughter on the other end, "...this one had blue. There was a blue one, but I'll get the others. The ones with the yellow eyes. I'll get them all. But I have to make your friends see. Yes...yes...i have to make them see. Monsters. Beasts. Monsters. Yellow eyed monsters. She'll see you for what you really are. In the end, they'll all see... then the line went dead and Scott held the phone in a shaking hand as he swallowed a nervous and scared lump. He was scared alright, not for him but for Allison, and the others. But how...how does he know who they are? How? It was definitely William Barron. He recognizes that voice anywhere.
A minute later, his phone rang again, this time from Allison. "Allison! Where are you?! Are you alright?!"
"Scott? Where are you? We lost you round Peach and Limas Ave. It's like you just vanished and my phone didn't work at all. Isaac says he heard a weird sound like white noise so I figure it was a signal blocker. Something was jamming my phone. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, we have to get to the clinic. Turn around and I'll meet you there."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Derek's hurt. Allison...I mean the other Allison is going to meet us there."
"Alright, take care. I don't like this at all."
"Yeah, neither do I." Scott said, hanging up the phone before heading off but not before calling Deaton.
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After a while, he arrived almost at the same time Allison and Isaac did. In the distance, he is able to make Derek's car approaching and nodded at the other two to open the door. He was able to smell the former Alpha's blood from all the way here. He waited for Allison Moore to get out of the car and approached when she pulled the older male from the passenger seat. He quickly went and help the blonde werewolf carry Derek inside, watching as Allison held the door open to let them pass the mountain ash barrier and set him down on the operating table. Her heard the vet shuffle in the corner of the room as he prepared something. "I suggest you hold him down as I take out the shrapnel still imbedded inside." the vet said as Scott pulled Allison (Moore) to the side.
He barely paid attention to Allison (Argent) and Isaac holding Derek down as Deaton went to work. "What happened?" he asked her, as he heard Derek's pained groans in the background. He tried to ignore as much as he can listening to her story before he moved in when Derek tried to push Allison (Argent) off.
"Damn, how the hell did Barron do this?" Isaac muttered mostly to himself and Scott just stared down at Derek as he gnarled his teeth together in a painful fashion.
It took a while but eventually, Deaton pulled out the wolvesbane tainted silver shrapnel out of Derek and gave him an antidote to reverse the effects of the poisonous plant. However, watching Derek wake up long enough to roar in pain caused Scott to back up slightly, horrified and shocked at how much the werewolf was going through at the moment. Then, after a few agonizing slow seconds, Derek looked almost relieved before falling limb on the table.
"Next time...you go first," he heard Derek mumble towards the blonde and he couldn't help but smile in relief.
Derek groaned in pain and looked at Allison with a piercing look of slight annoyance at her comment. What's there to hang on to? "I know I'm dying, but can you please not turn so fast?" he grinded out as they turned at an intersection remarkably fast. Honestly, it's his baby, and he admires his Camaro for it but not at this time. This time, it's becoming a hindrance to his aching wounds and he rather not have his last moments cursing at his car. Oh great, he's becoming Stiles. Just what he needed.
When they arrived, he was surprised how fast Scott got there. How fast was the teen going to make it here before them? It doesn't matter because the next thing he knows, his vision swims so rapidly it feels like the earth was suddenly pulled from under his feat as he felt his legs buckle under him. Luckily, Allison was there to pull him up and carry half of his weight along with Scott and every single touch from them felt like molten lava against his skin. He concentrated on breathing but even that proved to be difficult. Crap, did the shrapnel puncture a lung? Silver in his lung...isn't he lucky.
The next few moments he was unable to keep his eyes open in the harsh lights and he groaned as he felt arms pin him down. No, they burned him. Although deep in this mind he knew that it was necessary, it just proved to be too much and he thrashed and bucked as much as he could to remove those hands off of him. Derek thought he succeeded when he felt a pair disappear only for him to growl out in disappointment when he felt them replaced with another pair more stronger than the ones that left.
He barely even registered what was being said around him as Deaton plunged some pincers into his abdomen to remove the piece of metal and he cried out in agony as he felt the the silver being slowly lifted out of his body. But the wolvesbane was still in his system and that hurt the most...hell, it was brutal this pain he was feeling. Last time at least it was a bullet and not so concentrated into a liquid form that it traveled faster than the last.
It wasn't after he felt something even hotter poured into his wound that he roared in pain before the feeling was replaced by a cold, freezing (yet comforting) sensation and he felt it travel in his veins slowly alleviating the burning pain before he slumped down in exhaustion. God, he hated wolvesbane. "Next time...you go first," he muttered to Allison (Moore) as he closed his eyelids.
Quote: Time Skip a Couple of Days
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:14 pm
stuffcora ♚ hale stolk
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x t e e t h c l a w s & r a w r !
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
so pull the trigger, i`ll take the painx x
XXXi`ll fight the villain, just play the game!!!
An angry snarl escaped her when her claws sliced through nothing but air, her head snapping towards Geoffrey with a light tilt of her head as the stench of fear filled her nostrils along with everything else. Her vision swam red when it was obvious that it wasn't coming from the man she aimed for. Cora zeroed in on her prey, watching the male stand there with such confidence that only served to further provoke her ire, her fingers twitching slightly at the rate of his heartbeat. His scent filled her nostrils as she allowed the wolf inside her to leave it's chained prison if just for a moment as her gaze seemed to sharpen on him. The werewolf growled, bending slightly at the knees as she prepared to attack once again before something black and red and powerful blocked her prey from her sight. The wolf let out a pained whine before snarling as she struggled to go around the obstacle. When it was obvious she wasn't going to be let around to head over to Geoffrey, the wolf stilled it's pacing and stared at the redhead before her, nostrils flaring angrily.
”Listen to your brother. Anger with reason...but don’t bite the hand in spite.”
The wolf growled, clamping it's jaw tight as it felt being reeled in but not going without a fight as it took a step closer to the Alpha with a threatening snarl. Her gold eyes flickering back to her prey in the red haze with any slight movement he made and her hand twitched in anticipation to feel her fingers run through his flesh. In an attempt to get to him, the wolf let out a warning gnarled sound to emit from her throat as she took a step forward but froze when she heard the other speak from the distance.
“Because if you don’t—" she heard Derek pause and curious to see, the wolf tilted it's head in his direction, it's vision fading away from it's blood tinge haze, “You are not going to do anything for us. This is for Cora...Do it eventually because I myself couldn’t do any better for her.”
”Still want to blow the opportunity because you got wet?”
It took a moment, but eventually the teen reigned in the angry wolf desirous to satiate it's thirst for blood. It almost felt good to let go once again...almost because now that she thinks about it, she ALMOST considered in attacking Loranna and that would have ended disastrously for her. Cora's eyes melted back into it's light brown hue as she gained control over herself, breathing heavily as the hair receded back and claws disappearing. Swallowing thickly, the teen straightened, forcing her heart rate to slow down to a favorable pace as she concentrated on warm smiles and soft temple kisses besides a fire hearth and star lit skies out in the open fields of nowhere. Just the small things people tend to overlook and take for granted because you never know when it will end locked up and caged.
Her eyes trailed over Harvey and just the obscured outline of his tail in the water before flickering back to Derek and Geoffrey when he spoke. Cora allowed a small smirk to slip into her features as he threatened the biology teacher with a lesson he certainly wouldn't forget. A flash of her mother forcing Peter down on his knees as she broke his arm in a quick succession as the word lesson fell from her lips. Cora tilted her head to the side in curiosity and mild surprise to have remembered something such as that, however, she was marginally pleased that she was even able to remember it in the first place.
"You're both overly cranky," she heard him say, snapping her out of her musing, and something about soaking because honestly she treated everything he said from then on as white noise.
When she heard Harvey agree with the idiot, Cora turned back to look at Loranna speak to him from the distance. She approached the pool and bent down to touch the chloroformed water, wrinkling her nose in disgust when she realized the smell was going to cling to her hair for the rest of the day until she showered. She'll have to have Derek get her a spare change of clothes she has stashed in his car as an emergency spare.
The teen snapped her eyes up in annoyance as something grating interrupted her thoughts. Rolling her eyes, Cora stood up and crossed her arms, rubbing her ear on her drenched shoulder before paying attention again.
"You know where that fishing pond is? That area. Like... five days ago. Same night those bodies showed up. There were two of them... I thought I got one of them but... I mean I tore it up and tried to drown it but it just kept fighting and got away."
One of her eyebrows quirked, smirking at the thought that the kid was just full of surprises before his information sunk in and the smirk evaporated before setting itself into a deep seated frown. The teen glanced at Derek in worry, making a mental note to talk to him about it later among other stuff of course. For now, she had to ignore that darn sound that is coming around every so often. It was quite annoying.
"Deal."
Seriously? It took the mention of more than one vampire to get him to agree with them? Did he think he was able to leave here without consented (or giving in)? However, before she knew it, he ducked down underwater and swan his way towards her. She kept a suspicious eye on him, resisting the urge to step back as he popped his head out of the water and gave a quick questioning glance at Loranna and the others before she bit back a yelp when nails broke through her skin. Staring down in stunned surprise, Cora was ready to reach down and break his wrist when the sudden sensation the waves gently pushing you overlapped the other.
Her hand, frozen in mid-air retreated back as she focused on her fading wounds, partially aware of the fact that her clothes were being drained of the water soaked in it's fabric. When it was all set and done, she stepped back and lifted up her shirt to remove the bandages, dropping the wrappings when she touched smooth, unblemished skin. She scoffed before giving Derek a small, hidden smile. Where was he when she was on her death bed? Ah....
She approached him and nudged his arm, smirking up at him before staring at the stupidity unfolding in the pool. ❝ Pretty sure I can kick your a** now. ❞ she said offhandedly, her hands falling into their normal routine of being crossed in front of her chest. ❝ Think he'll let us put him in a giant fish bowl at home? ❞
"If you're not human and not vampires, then what are you four?"
Cora rolled her eyes at him and wondered what life he lived in to not have formed an educated guess. Then again, just ten minutes ago, she didn't think mermaids even existed. Merboys, sorry.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 10:48 pm
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x As Stiles followed Scott through the hallways that were starting to empty out, thanking god that students just want to fill their bellies rather than hang around like hooligans, he took a moment to think about what his buddy said earlier. It doesn't make any sense having the bodies smell as if they were decomposing for a couple of days...or at least he assumes that's what Scott meant, but he'll sit down and talk with him about that later. The body doesn't start decomposing and smelling until after the twenty four hours, although seeing as the school heater's were down there, that could have sped the process up by a couple of hours but even so, that is too soon. Maybe it was because they had all their blood sucked out? He'll have to read more on this vampire myth thing and how fast bodies will decompose after being bitten. Luckily these won't be raising up from the dead and hunt him down for his succulant blood.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Scott yell out, "Get away from him!" Stiles rushed behind Scott to peer over his shoulder and flailed, panicking when he the vampire in the ca-cloak thing having his head over Micheal. ❝ OH MY GOD! HE'S BRAINWASHING HIM! ❞ he cried, seeing Micheal's look of relief and not a second later Scott rushed the vampire king.
❝ Get 'em, Scott. Get 'em! Good boy! ❞
Stiles cheered as he slung off his backpack and retrieved a bottle of 'holy' water that he prepared just in case the school started enrolling vampires, because this was not turning into a Vampire Academy. Uncapping it, Stiles was prepared to throw it at the guy when Micheal shouted to Scott to stop. "Scott, wait! He didn't do anything to me!"
❝ That you know off! He could have totally hypnotized you with his vampire gaze! ❞
By the time he turned around, the cloak-cape dracula was totally kicking Scott's a**. ❝ Dude, don't let him Jacky Chan you! ❞ Honestly, where was the calvary when you needed them? This guy just fed just a couple of minutes ago and he's probably...getting dizzy?
❝ Take this thou holy demon! The power of christ compels thee! ❞ Stiles shouted as he sprayed holy water on him when he began to stumble back and fell unto a desk. ❝ Scott! Get him! Now's your chance! ❞ Running over to Scott, Stiles helped Scott up and remove the cloak as he kept his eye on the vampire. Though for a vampire that just fed, he seems just a tad bit tired. In fact, he looked completely exhuasted. Now, he's not an expert in vampirism or anything but shouldn't they have like amazing stamina or something? ❝ Dude, I think he's having some kind of asthma attack? ❞
thinking: ' Can vampires have asthma attacks?. '
feeling: scared shitless, confused, determined, momma bear protect mode
located: Art room with Zippy, Matthios, Micheal, & Scott
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 3:47 pm
cora ♚ hale stolk
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x t e e t h c l a w s & r a w r !
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
IVE BEEN BRUISED XXX AND IVE BEEN BROKENXXXIVE BEEN USEDXXX AND I WAS CHOKING
so pull the trigger, i`ll take the painx x
XXXi`ll fight the villain, just play the game!!!
Buzzkill much? Seriously, the big guy needs to ease up a little. Resisting her go to method of revealing annoyance, because rolling her eyes too much has to be a bad thing, Cora instead chose to dramatically sigh. However, this conversation is best to leave for another day. Though, she does wonder if it will ever be the right time to ever bring it up. Oh great, now she's being melodramatic too. It's probably a Hale thing.
Instead, the brunette decided to focus on the message Stiles mass texted everyone, ultimately reminding her that she desperetely needs to get a new phone.
“Stiles is warning me about a vampire on the school campus that might have been with your cousin, Loranna, and that there are dead bodies in the basement. The police will be on the scene in an hour.”
Vampires? Cora doubted there were vampires in the school but she has been stuck in the pool area so sniffing out decaying, blood sucking vampires was utterly improbable at the moment. All she can smell is chlorine, fish, and that thing that just got out of the pool and disappeared. Where the hell did Geoffrey go? God that guy was so annoying, she almost wishes for Stilinski instead. And that's saying something.
"Alright. So we need to get out of here and see what's up with that before lunch ends. Is Beacon Hills always this exciting?"
Cora nodded in agreement before eyeing Harvey still in the pool as he answered Loranna's question about the time needed for his...tail to go away. ❝ I'll be back, ❞ she muttered to Derek before heading towards the adjacent locker rooms and scrunched her nose in disgust at the smell coming from the room. Honestly, boys stink. Making her way inside, Cora pulled open lockers left and right and tilted her head when she found a pair of loose sweat pants. Seeing as it was lunch time, she didn't actually hope to find anything but this would do. Looking inside the hem of the pants, the werewolf smirked when she found a name written on the tag. 'G.Greenberg'
Coming out of the locker rooms, she made her way back to the group and tossed Harvey the sweats, staring down at him annoyingly. ❝ Put those on. ❞ she ordered him before turning her gaze towards Loranna, ❝ Should we be worried that the cops will be swarming the halls and finding the bodies? ❞
She knew Stilisnki would handle his dad, but his dad didn't control the whole entire force. Not to mention, she remembered a conversation going on about being under the observation of the FBI. In fact, they should be worried about the FBI prying their noses where they don't belong. And it will undoubtedly start with the new teachers. She hates law enforcement sometimes. ❝ And you don't seem entirely worried about the fact there may or may not be a vampire in school. ❞
Figures. It's always Loranna's fault.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 8:32 pm
So this was the strangest thing Stiles has come across -today. Because ever other day something new and more confusing and shocking comes across his life that this is partially phasing him just a smidge. He wonders if he should ask if this asthma thing is legit or if he's just that tired. However, his attention was brought out when the art teacher walked into view and in defense of Count Dracula. He doesn't know whether he should be slightly offended or proud that he was just recognized. But the next thing he said threw Stiles off his train of thoughts. Wait, Stolk? As in Miss Stolk?
❝ Dude, communication man. Talking? Are you telling me that Miss Stolk is the werewolf you were talking about!? OH MY GOD! DUDE! I almost popped up a bo- Wait druid? ❞
Druid? Him? Why the hell is he wearing that then? And what's with the dead bodies! OH MY GOD! CAN DRUIDS KILL PEOPLE! Okay, Stiles had to roll his eyes on that one because duh, obviously they can.
”And if he’s a druid why did he kill all those things in the basement? Druids are supposed to maintain the balance, not kill people.”
❝ Dude, Darachs. Dark Druids. But I haven't seen the angry birds apocalypse happening again so... ❞ Stiles shrugged, as he crossed his arms and took a moment to think as he watched Zippy tell Mike that he might need to find another place to rest. And he grinned when Mike told him that trouble will find him anyways. Because that's true, for some reason everyone they talk to somehow ends up being involved. And once they get a glimpse -BAM! they are in for life. Or until they die a horribly tragic death.
Stiles momentarily took his eyes off the four for a moment when his phone vibrated and smiled when it turned out to be Lydia. Of course, it was her, she's the only one that would have bothered to text back immediately. Well her and Allison but they're probably together right now.
To: BanshQueen
From: Stiles
Message: Be careful.
After sending it, he vaguely caught the last thing Mike said and shot his head up. ❝ A gift? You got a present? Was it your birthday? ❞ Then again, he totally missed out on half of the conversation seeing as Mike said they were speaking romanian. Though he didn't appreciate the 'I told you so' coming from him. ❝ Mike, I think you are missing the underlying message here. We totally came to save you so...We care about you." ❞ he said, having that damn smile where it relayed the whole "Shut up" message pretty loud and clear.
Standing up straight, Stiles turned to look at the 'druid' and werewolf. ❝ Uh, not to point out the obvious, but your druid totally passed out. Oh and just a remind you, we have cops on their way here in about an hour because there might have been some misunderstanding somewhere along the basement and now. Just saying. ❞
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x
thinking: ' think think think. '
feeling: feel feel feel
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