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 Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 6:25 pm
 Stiles rubbed his eyes as he leaned back into his chair before peering back at the big red numbers of his alarm clock. 5:29 pm, it read. A long, weary sigh escaped him as he allowed his shoulders to slump and his hangs to hang limply at his sides as he heard the loud beeping and clanging sounds of his printer working. He swiveled lightly back and forth as he thought back to the past couple of days. Stiles didn't really expect to get home on Monday without having to answer a couple of questions but he came home with actually a few of his own. Finding Quinn Harper's body parts came as a real shock to him and honestly he could have done without the fainting when he saw her head. Although, he probably shouldn't have gone down into the basement when the cops arrived in the first place.
He wasn't really up to asnwering his father's question that night and he was thankful his dad understood. Stiles may not have been close to Quinn, but he knew her, even if it was just for a while. Questions arose when his dad told him she had other injuries and wounds that were completely different from that of the rest.
Another thing that is still on his mind is the mysterious cloaked fellow they mistakingly misidentified. Stiles also accused him of murder but that isn't really important. There hasn't been a single trace of him ever since he passed out in the art room. Speaking of which, he really needs to speak to this Art teacher because his English teacher has been acting really weird. Then again, Stiles doesn't even know her but her body language is all wrong compared to Monday even though her disarming, teasing smile and cheerful voice states otherwise.
And the small things as to why Harvey has been acting strange, Micheal's new ability, and he still hasn't figured out that Archer kid. Did he mention the new history teacher?
However, the fact of the matter is that there are now two Alphas he has yet to completely formulate his overall opinion of and Scott has been avoiding the long and overdue discussion of why communication is important to their survival...specifically his. But to be fair, his buddy has been pretty busy with all of the above.
When he opened his eyes -which he didn't realize he closed- Stiles saw that the printer had stopped and turned to look at his alarm clock to realize it has been an hour since he saw it last. Wow, he was exhausted. Did he nap? Shaking his head, Stiles straightened out and dailed Lydia's number. He hasn't really gotten the chance to speak to her after school seeing as Allison was sent home when it was obvious to everyone she was sick.
As the phone rang, Stiles tapped the surface of his desk and wondered what Scott was doing at the moment.
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x thinking: ' think think think. '
feeling: feel feel feel
located: located
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:08 pm
It didn't take long for the neighborhood's banshee to answer the phone. Which brings up the question as to what she was doing or lack thereof to have answered his call so quickly? Then again, it's Lydia, she always answers quickly nowadays. Never know when a dead body suddenly shows up. "Hey Stiles," he heard Lydia answer on the other line. Stiles grinned sloppily and leaned back against his chair. "Everything alright?" How funny. Isn't that something he should be asking her?
❝ Yeah, no, everything's great. Just wanted to know how... your day was going? ❞ Stiles scrunched his face as he smacked himself silently for making it come out as a question. ❝ How are your parents dealing with -ya know- the deaths? Heard they have you on a curfew, too. How's that going? ❞ Okay, so he's just asking her normal questions. Not bad, Stiles, not bad. This conversation is going better than he expected. He hasn't rushed into anything, which is a good start all things considering. Stiles should have been discussing all this vampire business with her instaed seeing as Allison has been MIA these passed two days. Ah, maybe that's where Scott is, he thought in realization.
Shaking his head, he decided to concentrate on what Lydia was saying because, come on, it's Lydia, everything she says is important. Or at least vital to their lives sometime. He hopes she hasn't gotten any banshee like willies recently. He really needed just one day where people don't just drop dead or wake up screaming from nightmares. His thoughts immediately went to his dad, despite what he said earlier. Ever since Allison mentioned that Papa Argent has been dreaming about Mrs. Argent, his dad's dreams have been getting worse. Hell, Stiles even recently caught the sheriff staring at the pantry -where he knew he kept a 'not-so-hidden' bottle of whiskey in- for two minutes before thankfully walking away from it.
But right now, everyone needed at least 24 hours of no supernatural business.That's probably why he's striking up a normal conversation besides going straight into what he really wanted to know. He can always save that for tomorrow for when Scott's around.
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x
thinking: ' I should probably go buy milk... '
feeling: mentally, physically, and spiritually exhausted
located: in his bedroom with his computer
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:09 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!!!
Cora wasn't a very patient girl. In fact, she was never known to have any patience at all, not a single ounce; always jumped head first and asked questions later. So when their alpha has suddenly become a shut in, as if all the humor and fun was instantly drained out of her in a single breath, the young werewolf itched for answers. Unfortunately, Loranna was very persistant in avoiding their questions and them all together. She was quick to side-step them whenever they stood in her way, or entered into a deep, meaningless conversation with someone else when in public whenever she would see them approach. After school, she would even head straight back home, lock herself in the room and work on god knows what.
So that is why, when tuesday came, instead of wracking her brain over her biology homework, she found herself following a very disgruntled, and partially annoyed merman. Cora obviously had nothing better to do and watching Loranna's closed door didn't sound appealing after the first day. She could be hunting down some vrykolakas, but a very grumpy and stern sibling forbade her from any and all search and destroy missions so here she was...throwing small pieces of paper at the guy. If Harvey proved to be a bore, she might as well stop by everyone's favorite uncle. Besides, Peter was due for an unannounced visit to ensure he's behaving well.
❝ So... do you really have bad eyesight, or is that just a disguise so people won't suspect you're really a fish? ❞
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:10 pm
 Hazel brown eyes gazed down at the pile of papers she had written over these past couple of days. It was usually just nonsense notes about the crew and their well beings like when someone contracted the sniffles and whether or not they have been eating a steady diet. It was just a measley of 5 pages if you discount the last page which held the only notary worth of a sprained wrist and a small cut from the Master and fourth sailor. Other than that, nothing really interesting happen unless the captain ordered some fictatious injury or illness happen. Jacquotte yawned, stretching her arms over her head as she looked out the port window of her room. She took the papers out from the captain's quarters the day before, wanting to go over them one last time before she hit the hay but that didn't happen at all thanks to a celebratory late night drinking. Luckily she's able to handle her liqour.
❝ Ah, quelle nuit. ❞ she muttered to herself. She wondered what her father was up to lately. She really hoped he hadn't emptied her fridge yet or worse...started another project. Honestly, his ships in a bottle were becoming annoying. She didn't even fancy life at sea, but it was a welcome distraction considering her status. Seriously, those board members...all they cared about was money. How dare they question her judgement! Well, what's done is done and no reason to curse each and every one of them to the deepest layer of hell. Or how to get off from getting arrest because of shattering one of the windows of their cars. She'll worry about that when she returns for now...she wonders if she can manage to get the Captain's number. Her father would do well to make a new friend...maybe even think about moving down here or something.
When the annoying shrill sound of the klaxon bell rang out, Jacquotte shook her head, deciding better than to plan her father's playdates and stood up from her bunk before collecting her papers. Dressed in her usual attire, the regular ol' loose blouse, black pants and boots occampanied by her very own fur vest she had outfited for this occassion, she threw her hair off of her shoulder and smirked when she exited her quarters. She managed to see Kowalski's figure disappear towards the deck and turned towards Marri and Adrian. Lovely people those two were. ❝ Good morning darlings, ❞ she greeted them, eyeing Adrian's attire once again and grinned. ❝ Let's hope you don't have another heat stroke in that again Mister Bell. ❞
She turned towards Marri, embracing her in a warm hug and kissing her cheek. ❝ And this celebatory breakfast I heard you speak of....does that include my egg and tomato tartine? Oh and what is all the commotion I heard this morning? ❞
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:11 pm
 Ah, the sea-! How wonderous and joyous it is to be sailing out in the open. Noah couldn't have imagined how much he would love this reenactment. He wasn't really a man of history or anything else for that matter but this, he can get used to this. This past week was filled with interesting experiences on how good ol' seamen used to sail back when technology was scarce and rarely exceeded that of old navigational tools. Hell, he couldn't stop grinning the entire week, much to the annoyance of some of his shipmates. It was okay though, he enjoyed their company and loved to hear what occupation they devoted their life too...well...except their doctors. Noah does well to steer clear of her. She scares him whenever she sets her eyes on him but is quite entertaining when she focuses elsewhere.
As the bright eyed sailor tightened one of the ropes on the main mast, the captain's first mate, Annabel Kurtis strode out from the quarters and looked quite perplexed as she appeared to be looking for someone. It wasn't until she asked about the whereabouts of the Captain, that Noah paused and looked at her. Now that she mentioned, the sailor hasn't seen the captain since he awoke in the wee hours of the morning. He figured the Captain stayed up all night seeing as the sails were hoisted up and the anchor risen. Although he was surprised that the Helmsmen wasn't the one steering the ship in the morning because when the sun rose and he stared out into the horizon, he noticed that that shoreline was barely visible from their position.
He turned back to the first mate when the ship's cook and navigator both emerged, he was just about to go and join in the conversation when Mikeal came up to him. ❝ Ah, Mister Rutherford, good morning. Hoped you slept well. What can I do for you? ❞ he greeted with a smile on his face.
"I'm not sure exactly what it is, but notice anything strange about the wind?" the historian asked. Noah blinked and scratched his chin as he thought. The question wasn't weird in itself but why would the historian want to know if there was any shifts in the weather? ❝ Well, we have been getting favorable winds as of this morning, ❞ he stated, flashing him a smile, ❝ ...but nothing to be concerned about. Although, the air does seem a bit fresher out here than normal but that's just me talking. It might be because we're deeper out to sea than yesterday so I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. ❞
But now that you mention it, in all his years of sailing, he hasn't experience this kind of fresh air around civilization in ages since his ship docked in Marie-Galante for some repairs four years ago. Shrugging a few seconds after, deciding it was probably just his nose tricking him on his last day here, Noah gave Mikeal another reassuring smile. ❝ If you're still concerned about the weather, maybe the Navigator can give you a more information...Where'd he go? ❞ When he returned his gaze back to where he last saw Kowalski, the man was no longer there, along with Marri. ❝ Huh...well, either way, is there anything else you need me for? ❞
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 11:59 pm
cora ♚ hale
❝ ❞ 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!!!
Biology. She hated biology. In fact, she hated the idea of homework all together. Why couldn't they just assign everyone to read the god damn book? It would have been far easier than making them fill out useless sheets. Waste of trees if you ask her. Cora stopped hurling small wads of paper at Harvey when he turned around. A fine eyebrow rose at the use of sarcasm and thought about grabbing his alarm clock and wondered how much force to withhold in order to avoid killing him. Ah, too much? She really needed to let off some steam. At the mention of their Biology teacher, the werewolf scowled, hoping that somehow the man would end up dead first thing in the morning and save them the torture of seeing his face in class.
Although he did have a point, the man's writing is terrible. She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard Harvey put his pencil down and the slight change in his heartbeat. Curious as to what brought the sudden change, Cora snapped her eyes towards him and frowned when met with his stare. ❝ What? ❞ she growled out. Harvey stayed quiet for a few more seconds before finally asking, "Did you follow me home because you had nothing better to do?" The werewolf blinked uninterestingly before he added, "Because we might as well have a conversation to pass the time since me doing homework and you throwing paper at me, which amusing, is not very productive for you. Unless it is. I don't know. You're a hard read... then again, I can't see well."
Cora scoffed, averting her eyes to hide her amusement before settling him with a firm gaze. ❝ You're more brazen than I gave you credit for. ❞ she told him, crossing her arms and smirking slightly which can be translated as a sign of approval or an acknowledgment of a challenge. ❝ I'm here to keep an eye on you. ❞ she decided to say instead. It was after all the truth. Before Loranna became a shut in, she had told her that it was probably a good idea to keep an close watch on the kid to make sure he was adjusting well to his new transition...and also to keep him from running away. It was also better than confirming that yes...she had nothing better to do because Derek thought it suicidal of her to go vampire hunting. No faith whatsoever apparently. Tch, I should go anyways... she thought offhandedly soon after but decided against it.
❝ And... ❞ she continued after a moment's pause, ❝ ...considering recent events, to keep you safe. I don't know if you can see, due to your horrible eyesight, but there isn't really that many pockets of water around here for you to protect yourself with. ❞ she said, getting up and looking out the window. ❝ Like Loranna said. You need us and we need you. ❞
They don't necessarily have to like it but they can't deny the fact that without one or the other, they'll have a hard time finishing off these abominations. ❝ Besides...you ran me over. I don't think you should be quesitoning why I decide to follow you around. ❞ So yeah, she is still a bit sore about that but speaking of that incident.
❝ What's up with you and that friend of yours? ❞
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:49 pm
Stiles held the phone with one hand against his ear as he began to shuffle the papers into a neatly, catogorized piles of vampires ranging from witness accounts to actual, thought out written legends about them...and then a list of books he might have to check out later in the library or order online. He and Scott will have to skim through the papers, hopefully along with Lydia and Allison, to further narrow down their research on them. So for now, as he waited for Scott to arrive, he listened to Lydia's response.
"I'll make it. I'm more worried about you. I mean I you do have a tendency to need constant interaction." The teen chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as he clicked his tongue. It was true he got easily bored and which was why he was constantly around Scott. However, today...❝ I'm fine. Great actually. Same old Stiles, just chillin in my bedroom, you know...researching and browsing the web....playing World of War Craft and all. I've leveled up my wizard up to 57. ❞
Well, so far, he's one conquest away from it but he had to appear as if he was doing something other than being engulfed in supernatural research. In fact, he can't remember when he used his computer other than research? "Anything going on at your house? I'm guessing the Sheriff is pulling a late night again."
Stiles hummed in response, his mind flashing back to this morning when his father came home weary and with large bags under his eyes. He hasn't been getting that much sleep and it seems to have gotten worse ever since monday. ❝ Yeah, which is why Scott and I have planned movie night and decided to invite Micheal along. I mean, this whole gift thing needs to get a closer look. Besides, we all need the break. Though they should have been here already. ❞ the teen paused as he pulled his phone away to view the time. Sure enough, it was 15 past 9. Shaking his head, he placed the phone back against his ear, ❝ Yeah, knowing Scott, he probably just remembered... ❞
It wouldn't be the first time. Scott either says he'll come and does (albiet late), or he calls to cancel. If he doesn't do either, then you have reason to worry. Though, Stiles is just recalling all those times he stood him up for Allison all those months ago. He wonders what will be his excuse this time. ❝ Which reminds me, how's Allison doing? Have you gotten in contact with her? She hasn't been answering any of my calls. ❞
Sitting up straight suddenly, Stiles looked at his phone before saying, ❝ You haven't had any urge to, ya know, scream or anything lately have you? ❞ Maybe Allison was off hunting with her dad. He would call Chris Argent and ask about her but he's still kind of scary. Nothing like his wife was, may she rest in peace, but still scary. Oh wait, he just realized how his question may come off wrong. ❝ I'm not saying like she's in danger or anything but maybe she's following a trail of dead bodies. ❞
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x
thinking: ' think think think. '
feeling: feel feel feel
located: located
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:55 pm
cora ♚ hale
❝ ❞ 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!!!
Harvey's sudden spike in heartbeat had Cora wondering what the merman was thinking. She eyed him for a bit, wondering if maybe throwing his biology book at him would take his mind off of whatever was making his heart race like that. However, the other snapped out of his inner turmoil, fortunately, before she decided to resort to violence. Although, it would have wasted less time to just call out to him instead.
At the mention of Spiderman, Cora stared dubiously at him as she quirked an eyebrow. Honestly, do he really expect her to believe that he can climb walls? He's a fish...or some sort of varient of them. Shouldn't he have fish powers...then again, do fish even stick to things? There is octopi, but would a merman have suction abilities? Would Harvey grow suction like cups in his hands then? Cora stared at the boy with an cross expression of horror and curiosity when he turned his back on her. And as fast as it appeared, it left her features when he threw her a phone. Her eyes dropped to the device before snapping up towards Harvey in question.
"Firstly, new phone to replace the one I broke. And secondly, you were the run who ran in front of my truck. And finally, I apologized like a thousand times. You need to let things go."
A clear, s**t-faced 'No' was written all over her expression before staring down at the device in her hand and was mildly surprised how new it was. Her attention returned when he began to answer her last quesiton. As she listened, Cora felt just a flash bit of sympathy before she figured his actions were stupid and cowardly. She did manage to keep her annoyance from showing on her face so she decided to give herself a mental pat on the back. It's obvious by the way Jay kept acting on Monday that he wanted to talk to Harvey and here was Harvey just avoiding a much needed conversation.
When he turned back around and told her to distract herself with homework, Cora rolled her eyes.
❝ Stop putting it off for later. ❞ she advised rather haughtily, ❝ ...and a distraction is the last thing we need right now. We should be be out there looking for the creatures but instead I'm stuck here. ❞ It came out rather harsh however, it wasn't in her nature to sit around doing nothing while she knows her enemies are out there lurking and on the prowl, getting stronger by the minute. It was honestly infuriating. She understands why Harvey is rather calm about the whole situation, and that's really not much. However, someone like Harvey would rather stay out of the entire mess than jump in head first. Cora eased up on her glare when she turned back to him before sighing in defeat and getting up.
❝ Here, ❞ she said, handing him back the phone. ❝ Keep it. We'll need to have a way to communicate with each other and you don't have one, so you need this more than I do. Loranna's number is saved in your contacts. You'll get the rest from her later... ❞ she told him.
There was a moment of awkward silence before Cora spoke again. ❝ You should really talk to the other guy. ❞ she repeated one more time before patting his head as some sort of sympathetic gesture before grabbing her stuff. She's been hear since school ended and it was slightly past 9. Hopefully no one will notice her absence for so long. ❝ I'm going. Don't go outside and call Loranna if anything arises. Bye. ❞ she said before leaving the room and ultimately the house.
Thanks to the curfew, there was absolutely no one out on the streets at this hour, leaving her by her lonesome walking home.
❝ ❞ x x x x x x x x
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 3:00 pm
"Ew," he heard her mutter her disgust on the other end, causing the teen to smile amusingly. Perhaps the image she pictured in her head was more grotesque than his. Stiles opened his mouth to say something else when a knock on his front door had him pause. ❝ Finally, ❞ he chuckled, pushing off his chair as he made his way to the door of his room. ❝ Looks like the guys arrived. I was starting to think they got lost or something. ❞ When no reply reached his ears, Stiles stopped mid-step on the stairs and looked at his phone, checking to see if the call was still connected. It was. ❝ Lydia? Hello? ❞
Again, nothing. ❝ That's strange. Lydia? ❞ A second pause, ❝ Lydia?! ❞ Aaaaaand- the phone went dead. ❝ Lydia?! ❞ Stiles shouted into his phone futilely before bolting down that last flight of stairs and grabbing his jacket from the coat rack; all the while calling her back. Without taking a second glance, Stiles grabbed his keys, flung open the door and -❝ Scott, I think Lydia's in troub-...Where the hell is Scott? ❞ Stiles all but shouted as he was met with a lonely Micheal.
Peering over Micheal's shoulder, he saw that that other drove himself to his house. Stiles released a frustrated groan and wiped his face before whipping his attention back to Mike.
❝ Sorry man, movie night is canceled but how about a late night drive to Lydia's place? ❞ he said with a forced grin, pulling him by his sleeve and gesturing for him to enter the passenger side.
He should have known when Lydia told him she wasn't really feeling anything abnormal -or in her case normal when it comes to people dropping dead around town. It's not that he wasn't glad that nothing was occuring or anything. He was being honest when he said they all needed a break. Especially him. These past few weeks were quite taxing and more exhausting than usual. It might be because his dad hasn't gotten a good nights sleep in days, and the same can be said about him actually. Either way, he knew that whenever a baddie was nesting it's evil little butt within town and they were getting next to diddly sqaut on their supernatural radio transciever (Lydia), they were going to pay for it with a major event later on. He just hopes this isn't it -whatever this is.
'I got a really bad feeling about this though,' the teen thought, worry clenching tightly in his stomach as he swallowed a thick gulp of saliva. Without a second to wait, his jeep's engine roared to life and within seconds they were on the road, speeding their way towards Lydia's house.
❝ Dammit, Scott. ❞ Stiles muttered. While trying to maintain his eyes on the road, Stiles took out his cell phone and dailed Scott's number. He glanced at Mike after he pressed call and frowned slightly. The poor guy was just expecting a normal night with the two, probably hoping to have some answers. Not that he had many for his particular situation, which they really don't know much about to begin with. ❝ So, what have you been up to lately? Anything abnormal that we should know about? ❞
When the phone went to voicemail, Stiles inwardly cursed. He tried again but was met with the same outcome. Where the hell was Scott?! He really didn't need to be worried about everyone right now. Hopefully Lydia's phone just lost signal or something and it didn't have to do anything with the vamps and/or Scott. ❝ Sorry about this, usually we make movie night sacred but duty calls. And since you have joined out little league of fighters against the eviiil that plagues Beacon Hills, it's ou- oh, screw it. Can you just call Scott for me? And don't stop until he picks up. ❞
After a while of driving, and Mike's countless redails, they made it to Lydia's house and by the looks of the two exquisite cars parked outside, her parents were home. Skidding to a halt, Stiles pulled his long, gangly limbs out of his jeep and ran to her door, knocking on the door repeatedly while pressing the doorbell. Not long, the front door was pulled open and revealed a seriously enraged and annoyed Mrs. Martin with a Mr. Martin looked crossed and equally as annoyed behind her. Clearing his throat, Stiles straightened himself out and forced his breathing to slow down, ❝ Hi, Mr. amd Mrs. Martin, uh, is Lydia home? ❞ he asked a bit strained as he tried to avoid direct eye contact and instead looked everywhere on their face besides their eyes.
"No, she isn't. We were hoping you might shine some light into why our daughter isn't here after curfew. And why she might be getting visitors this late?"
Right, curfew. Not only their curfew but the one that his dad put on the whole town. ❝ Uh, that's actually a very good question. Well, the thing is we were planning on having a movie night, right Micheal? ❞ he turned to Mike for some confirmation before flashing a pleasant smile at the Martins, ❝ ...and we were hoping to ask for your permission if Lydia can join us but since you say that she isn't here, then there's not point. So, sorry for waisting your time. Have a goodnight. ❞ In a blink of an eye, Stiles turned on his heel, grabbed Mike, and quickly made it back into his Jeep. He can practically feel Lydia's parent's burning a hole through the back of his head.
❝ Any luck with Scott? ❞ he asked Mike as he took out his own phone, debating whether or not he should call his dad. However, seeing that Scott and Lydia are MIA, this definitely falls into his dad's category of emergencies. He turned the ignition on in his jeep as he heard the dial tone and drove off, taking one last glance at Lydia's home before doing so.
"Stiles." Oh, thank god, someone finally answers. ❝ Hi dad, just calling in. You know, checking in to see how my favorite pops is doing? Have you eaten? Remember was Melissa said about cutting back on the donu- ❞
"Stiles, kid..." Something in his dad's voice had him straighten in his seat further, stopping at an intersecting and glancing nervously at Micheal. "There's no easy way to say it...uh...Lydia called, she found..." Stiles instantly deflated in relief at hearing that. She was out there doing her thing and finding...dead...bodies.
❝ Who dad? Who did she find? ❞ His voice cracked, betraying him as he tried to maintain a calm exterior so as not to cause Mike to panic or worry. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a little tiny voice was telling him that it wasn't Scott; it can't be Scott. If this was a TV show, Scott is technically the main character and main characters don't die off so early in their lives. Oh god, he was feeling sick. A wave of nauseau hit him and he clutched the steering wheel tighter.
"I know you two were friends Stiles, so there's no easy way to say this, like at all but...I'm sorry kid. Really." Oh god, here it comes, "Allison's dead."
❝ Oh thank god... ❞ he exhaled in a rush when Scott's name wasn't mentioned, his body practically melting against the wheel as he rested his head against the cool leather. However, Stiles stiffened once his dad's words registered and his breathing stopped once again. ❝ Wait...what? ❞
He locked eyes with Micheal, hopefully relaying the urgency of the situation.
s**t... And for the third time that day, Stiles sped off, this time, towards the police station. ❝ Call Scott, tell him to go home. No matter what, not to go anywhere else but home. Leave a voicemail if you have to... ❞
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thinking: ' think think think. '
feeling: feel feel feel
located: located
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 3:02 pm
cora ♚ hale
❝ ❞ 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!!!
Cora stared at the street lamp hanging just above her, paying attention to the electical buzzing whirring inside. Perhaps she has something on her that small little defenseless animals are attracted to her, even though she's supposed to be a werewolf. With one look, a dog can cower at her feet, yet this creature stands it's ground. Peering down, Cora locked eyes with large grayish orbs belonging to a small pale gray bunny. A damn bunny. A sigh left her lips, staring back up above her as if asking what was she supposed to do about this. She can just literally ignore it's presence and continue walking. However...
Looking down again, the creature just twitched it's nose, huddling its paws closer to its chest as it cocked its head to the side. ❝ Shoo..., ❞she muttered, raising a questioning brow when the rabbit just hopped on closer to her. Was she really not exuding an aura of danger and death to it? ❝ Shoo rabbit, or I'll bite your tiny little head off. ❞ Her threat fell on deaf ears when the rabbit just once again grew closer to her, sniffing at the edges of her boots. Groaning, Cora knelt down and scratched him behind his ears. This rabbit had zero preservation skills, however, judging by the scent's mingling around with it, it has been around other canines. Either way, she should have been making it cower in fear unless the creature was sick in the brain.
Standing up straight, Cora nudged it away with the side of her boot, forcing it to move away from her or be rolled around. With another small nudge, the creature took a hint and hopped along the side of the rode before disappearing into a bush. It's definitely going to be rode kill if it stays around here too long. Shrugging, for it wasn't any of her business anymore since it just left, Cora looked down the empty street, follwoing the road as it lead towards the suburban area where she just came from. Instead of walking towards Loranna's house she went in the opposite direction.
Downtown, actually. Halfway back home, Cora just kept on walking; simply passing the turn towards the house. She knew where she was going -realizing shortly before encountering the tiny furrball. It might be because being with Peter would be far better than dealing with the current atmoshpere at the house. It's not that she hates Peter, in fact, she has absolutely no set opinions on him. Logically, his actions made sense. Morally and emotionally, she doesn't know how he was able to just kill Laura. And Cora was one to run on emotion more than logic. These past few months, however, she had time to mature and think about many things, especially her relationship with her remaining family. Derek was easier to ease into a comfortable relation with again considering how drastically he changed...Peter however-
Peter was different. His actions, from what she heard, contradict her memories of him. It also didn't help that he hadn't had any notable changes in personality. To Cora and whatever memories she has of him, he was still the same old Peter. Just older and carrying the blood of her sister -his niece- on his hands. Well...that's a lie, he has grown more...untrustworthy. The werewolf stopped in her tracks and stared up at the apartment building where he supposedly resides in. If she was honest, Cora would admit she rarely knows anything about Peter anymore. Maybe he was always untrustworthy? He wasn't really the favorite of the family if memory comes to serve....
No point in turning around now though. Shaking her head, the brunette entered the building and followed her Uncle's scent that lead up to his apartment. As she neared the door, she slowed down as another scent caught her attention. Scrunching up her nose in confusion, Cora wondered why Lydia's scent would linger here and judging by how faint it is...it was a couple of days old too. She thought Lydia wouldn't be caught dead being near Peter, let alone in the same room considering their history. Guess she's desperate- whether it's for the vampires feeding in town or because of what she is it didn't really matter.
Raising her hand to knock against the door, Cora stopped just an inch away, snapping her head towards the side as the piercing, high-pitched cry invaded her ears. ❝ Lydia... ❞ It was long, strong and very loud and almost gut-wrenching just like those other times she heard it. And as usual, it always ended up with one of Scott's friends getting hurt.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 7:51 pm
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-------------------------- Scott sat down on his couch, staring blankly at the black screen of the television. He didn't bother switching it on, knowing already there was nothing to watch and even if there was, his mind would have been else where instead of the program. Stiles was still missing and they were no closer to finding him than they were three days ago. There was no trace, not a whiff of Stiles scent lingering anywhere in this god forsaken town and Scott has already tried their usual hangouts. Places where he and Stiles would escape to in the middle of the night or whenever they wanted to hang out after school to ''drink'' ;Stiles drank, he didn't...much. Either way, Scott was starting to feel the weight of his depression as the hours ticked by. Who knew he was able to feel withdrawal because he hasn't had his good ol' buddy constantly yapping in his ear. With an exhausted sigh, Scott leaned forward, and hung his head in defeat. He hated waiting. Hated feeling useless; feeling incompetent...once again like a child who has the tools to fix something but unable because he doesn't have the knowledge on how to use them. But most of all, he hated not knowing if Stiles was okay or not.
Knock, knock.
His heart almost skipped a beat from the shock of hearing someone at the door. He must be out of it if he hadn't sensed them coming. Lifting himself off his couch, Scott approached the door and opened it only to reveal Derek, Isaac and Allison. "Uh...Hi," he said confusedly, stepping aside as Derek barged into his home, Isaac following suit but more timidly than the older male with Allison in tow who smiled at him. "What's wrong?" Isaac turned his head and opened his mouth to answer but Derek beat him to the punch saying, "I caught Stiles scent."
Scott closed the door immediately and took two steps forward, his heart beating quickly in excitment and apprehension. "Are you sure? Where? Did you find him?" Scott asked, looking at Isaac for confirmation that Derek's statement is true. The blonde nodded but had a look about him that spelled bad news.
"Wha-" Scott didn't get to finish when Derek interrupted him. "We found his scent at the water plant. There's an area that's underconstruction not far from the sewers. I didn't notice it last time because of the wolvesbane...He's lost a lot of blood." The young Alpha closed his eyes and swallowed thickly. They were so close and they missed it. "There was also another scent but we don't really recognize it. We think it's this William Barron again but we can't be...sure." Isaac stared at Scott worringly before swinging his eyes back to the door. This time, Scott heard it too this time and just simply opened the door for the twins to enter. Although why they were here he didn't know. Not like he called them or anything.
"I told them to come." Derek said, however, judging by how his jaw is constricting, he wasn't too happy about it either. Isaac on the other hand, hand no problem allowing his emotions to show on his face as he glared heatfully at the two. You can practically feel the anger and hate radiating off of him. "Isaac..." Scott warned, giving him a pointed look before leading them all back into the living room. When he turned around to see if Isaac calmed down, he watched as Allison rubbed his arm and gave him a comforting smile before saying something that made Scott whirl his head back to stare at the couch. Yeah...it's going to take time to get used to it.
Guess this counted as a pack meeting. His first one...and he's missing the most importnat person too. He tried not to think about Stiles loosing so much blood, or the possibility that Stiles may be dead. He has to cling on to hope and be strong for him, he has to be brave. What will Stiles say when he finds out that he believed he was gone? Probably something stupid.
"Is there anything else you guys found?" he asked Derek, who was about to answer when Isaac spoke up, "Where's Allison?"
"She went out sometime ago. We should probably wait for her before anythin- Hm?" Scott turned his head, the sound of an erratic heartbeat and running footsteps meeting his ears. All of the boys turned staring at the door as they waited, already knowing who it was. Allison just looked at all of them before staring in the same direction before she heard the footsteps on the porch seconds before the door flew opened.
Allison Moore came running through, skidding to a stop as she noticed everyone in the room. Ethan, ever the gentlemen, stood up and offered her up the chair. Scott frowned when he caught the former Alpha looking at him once he did that as if waiting for his approval. They were still trying to join his pack. He almost wanted to groan out loud but refrained when the twin came up to him and handed him a piece of paper. Okay..."What's this?" he asked, opening it up and reading it, confusion written all over his face.
"There's a dead body out by the old Hale house, a few miles down there's a trail. There's a young boy down there, dead he's burned to a crisp, and that note you have is that I found in his hand. Barron is messing with us, and not only has he injured Derek and I but he's also killed someone."
At the mention of his house, Derek stepped forward and scowled. He immediately wondered why it would be his that the body would be found in. Even Scott wondered that. Did Barron and Derek have a past? Then again, Scott was the one to make Derek go down the sewer so that ambush was just a coincidence. Now it looks like as if Barron is targetting Derek.
"Isaac, you and Allison...uh...both of them, go back to the sight and see if you can find anything else." Scott said, thinking about it and wondering if he should call the Sheriff. The thought that this dead body being Stiles has entered his mind but he shoved it deep into his mind, refusing to allow that thought to go further.
"It's near my house, I know it better than anyone. I should be going-"
"No. It's because it's near your house that you should stay. It might be Barron setting up a trap for you an-" Scott didn't finish as Derek interrupted him- again! "It doesn't matter, I'm going." Scott tried to tell him it's a bad idea but the former Alpha was already out the door before he got a chance to speak up again. It might be him, but Derek's hard to domineer. Scott sighed and turned towards the three. "Follow him and make sure he doesn't get hurt. You two," he said, turning to the twins, "...come with me. We're going back to the Water Plant and see if we can find Stiles."
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ooc: I forgot whose house we were in but I suppose seeing as the first thing she did waking up was leave a house only to return to it it's Scotts. So i made it's Scotts house. Sorry if it's not.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 8:53 pm
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 8:55 pm
Jacquotte rolled her eyes at the Chemist's statement and stared after him as he stalked away. More like stared at a certain part of his anatomy that was hidden under that damn darn coat of his. Oh, how Marri was fortunate enough to share a room with such a fine specimen. ❝ And I find it depressing that I wasn't able to remove all of your clothes before you woke up... ❞ she said with a sigh, shaking her head at the memory. She just had to stay and marvel his face for a minute didn't she. Shrugging a second later, the dirty blonde grinned before hopping off towards the deck, watching as Adrian disappeared down below, heading for the feast she heard Marri mention. She was tempted to follow but decided to go greet that young little red-head.
She spotted Micheal and Noah just on the other side of the deck, conversing about something that she finds of no interest she bets and not to far from them was the boy, Colt, shouting at someone up above. Curious to see who the young man was trying to converse with, the woman looked up. Sure enough, there was someone and she grinned when she saw who it was. Captain Shag. Shang, she means. Though she wouldn't mind a quick shag with her fellow crewmate now and then. Shame it was her last day. The man tends to avoid her like anyone would the plague. It's one of the reasons why she finds him so darn adorable. His shyness was endearing.
Jacquotte approached them and quirked an eyebrow when the young boy said something that sounded like a toy she would find quite enjoyable. Though, knowing her luck, it's definitely not what she thinks it is. ❝ A sexto what? ❞ she asked, looking back up and waving her towards Shang with a wink. ❝ And what's this I hear about the Captain? ❞ Was he missing? ❝ Oh, nevermind. Have you seen little red? I have to greet our young fair maiden? Hm...Oh well. Give Shang a big smooch on the cheek for me when he decides to get down will you? ❞ With that, she winked and left the two, wanting to find Annabel quickly to see how she was doing considering last nights events. However, as she walked, she thought she heard someone talking. It was hard to make out but she was sure that was...Hercules!
Looking down at her feet, Jacquotte smiled and turned around to go below deck and sure enough, a couple yards away were her two favorite cousins- not hers though. Those two are related, cousins apparently she found out when she asked if they were sleeping together. Not her fault that the family resemblence wasn't there. She approached quietly, peering around them to see what they were talking about. It was then she noticed the cannons and whistled, impressed. ❝ Who brought in the big guns? ❞ she asked, staring at the large weapons as she stood beside Lucas. ❝ Are we shooting the other ships? I always wanted to play battleship... ❞
The blonde leaned onto Lucas as she said that, inhaling deeply, appearing thoughtful for a moment before turning towards Annabel. ❝ Hello darlings, sleep well? ❞ Even if the question was directed at both of them, the woman kept her eyes locked on Annabel, knowing that she might have had a difficult night. The arguement she and her father had could have woken up the fishes if they raised their voices up a notch. Though by the looks of everyone, they were pretending like it didn't happen. Then again, the young lady seemed fine. ❝ How about we all relocate ourselves to the dining hall. I rather not have an earful of our chef if we arrive late. Come, come. ❞ she said, not giving them any option as she locked her arms in theirs and pulled them up above deck and towards the dining room. ❝ So, what do we have planned for today? ❞
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 8:57 pm
Ah, that is what he was afraid off. That pesky sock has eluded him once again. He's pretty sure that someone is playing a prank on him and hid it somewhere. I mean, why else torment a guy with only two pairs of socks? He'll have to shift between the three now. With a sigh, he silently mourned for his missing sock, for he doubts he'll find it anytime soon. Though, he can already take a guess on who it can be. Oh no, what if the captain took it? Noah shook his head from that thought immediately. Why would the sweet old man take his sock? Yes, it has to be that person he is thinking of. But unto important things...
❝ Well, ❞ he started, scratching the back of his head, ❝ ...there isn't that many places to hide -if in fact he is hiding. Though, I would gander that he took a dinghy back to shore last night while we slept. One of them is not accounted for. ❞ Honestly, he really doesn't know why the big fuss. It's just a little game they are playing and if the older gentlemen decided to go back to the 21st century for a couple of hours, by all means, Noah is perfectly fine with that notion. However, he'll keep his mouth shut and allow Miss Kurtis, which he acknowledged as First Mate, to take leadership as it should be if the Captain is incapacitated or unable to perform their duties (or in this situation; entirely not present).
When he saw Mikael turn back to him after a pensive look, Noah grinned and nodded in response, ❝ Aye sir, I would suggest to at least stopping by to compliment Miss Sageland on her cooking. She did after all, labored all night to prepare this for us. ❞ With that, the brunet turned and left, going to finish his chores before heading to the kitchen. As he did so, he stared at Colt who began to shout up towards Shang. The young lad was causing such a racket at such an hour already that Noah wondered if he can go one day without rising his voice above a whisper. Then again, he would rather Miss Kurtis stay at least a three feet away from the boy and whispering would require her to lean in far closer than he is comfortable.
That boy is the kind of kid that you don't want your daughters going near whatsoever. He caught him trying to sneak into the young girl's room late one night and seeing how Mr. Kurtis so kindly offered him a position on his ship he cannot just turn a blind eye on the matter. He must at least help the old man protect his daughter's virture. Shang, however, was a rather nice bloke. he couldn't ask for a better roommate. And he's thankful he doesn't have Colt. That's all he's going to say.
Well...no, he could have been stuck with someone that's worse than the young man. He could have been bunked with Jacquotte. The woman was a sex fiend. Noah was pretty sure she would have her way with anyone if they allowed. A very bold and...uh- adventureous woman, slightly raunchy, but polite and can rather be surprisingly respectful at times. But he would avoid being alone in a room with her.
When she left, Noah had just finished mopping the deck and placed them back in their respectable areas before heading towards the feast. It was then he bumped into Kowalski who was exited. ❝ Pardon me. Ah, Koal-ski! ❞ Nice save. ❝ Good day. ❞
Stepping aside, he let the raggedy man pass before entering and seeing Mr. Bell seated and eating rather slowly on a loaf of bread. ❝ Hello, fine morning to you. ❞ The sailor greeted and eyed the moody male, smiling amusingly before taking a seat as well. ❝ I bet you're glad this is the last day. Can't wait to get out of those clothes? ❞
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 3:56 pm
Breathe, he thought to himself. Stiles did everything in his power to keep his thoughts away from the fact that Allison is dead. He father hasn't even gotten there yet. Maybe they didn't check her pulse right you know. But it was Lydia and one thing Stiles knew was that Lydia would have checked her pulse a hundred times because it was Allison. Then there's that chance that it's an obvious death. That is one option he hopes wasn't the case. As cruel as it sounds to Lydia, but well, there's no possibility that she may have been alive if there's a gapping wound (or hole) in her chest. Or a slash around the throat. He hopes she didn't suffer. He hopes Scott doesn't hear anything. He hopes...
"Remember...when you asked if anything abnormal had happened? Well..I see her." he heard Mike say through the rambling of his thoughts. Stiles glanced at him, grateful for the distraction- however confused by his statement. "What? See who?" he asked, switching his gaze back and forth between him and the road. Which he should really keep his eyes on (after all, he is going above the speed limit to get to the crime scene as quickly as possible). "Allison, I mean. I see her, and I've only ever seen the dead like this Stiles...She's dead." Wait...what!?
"Serously! Is she doing anything? Like is she here? With us? In the car?" he asked quickly, whirling his head to look at Mike and the backseat of his jeep. "Is she saying anything? I mean, what do you see? Is she okay? Well, no obviously she's not..." he trailed off, his voice fading into a quiet whisper as he looked back to the road. He has all these questions and yet, he can't bring himself to ask them at the moment. Not yet. "We're here." He said after a minute of silence and he parked his jeep outside the circle of squad cars. In the distance you can see officers going back and forth, marking the scenes with their little flags and snapping pictures as the paramedics looked Lydia and...Ethan? "Oh my god," he muttered as he leaned forward against the wheel squinting to see if he can tell whether or not it was Ethan or Aidan. You can tell the difference after a while of observing them and Stiles did a lot of observing.
One was slightly taller, barely noticable and had a rounder face; the other had more of an oval shape and a slightly wider nose. Small, miniscule differences. And the one in the ambulance was definitely Ethan. What was he doing here? "Uh oh," Stiles said after a suit entered the fray, one that he forgot through the whole ordeal, "Come on." By the looks of it, his dad wasn't too happy either. Hopping out of his Jeep, just barely managing not to trip himself, the teen looked at the scene before turning to Robo. "Do you see anything?" he asked, wondering if maybe...hell, he doesn't know- maybe Allison would appear or something. "Tell me when you do." He said again, tugging on the guys shirt and quickly running towards the ambulance in time to hear the two adults greet each other.
You know, that kind of greeting where they say each other's names with animosity that adults think is a sublte way of saying "Oh god, why the hell are you here? Go away." and "Well hello, I'm here to ruin your day. Aren't I a stinker?" Well, okay, not necesarily meaning that but really, that's technically the gist of it.
"Agent McCall." His dad said. "Sheriff Stilinski." The dou-suit said. "Stiles." he said. Yeah, he went there. His interruption caused both adults to turn to face him with different expressions; one quite amused yet somehow look as if disapproved and the other not so much finding him intruding quite so funny..like at all.
However, he ignored them, choosing to stare at Lydia with concern as he wiggled through them, patting his dad on his arm as he passed by. The first thing he noticed were her red, puffy eyes...Okay, that's a lie. The large, red stains on her clothes were kinda obvious even from afar. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, touching her shoulder gently as he looked at Jackson and Allison before turning his head to stare at Ethan. He too was covered in blood. While still maintaining the phsyical contact with Lydia, Stiles turned around looking at the rest of the cops as they shuffled back and forth. Allison's body was the first thing he saw, just splayed out on the ground. Her once pale complexion was not a ghostly white as blood pooled around her and judging by the dark stain on her shirt...the injury she sustained was pretty large.
He felt sick, light-headed, on the verge of hyperventalating but he wasn't...not really- it just felt that way. Not too far from Allison laid Ethan. Now he's going to be sick. "Oh god," the words escaped him, fearing the adversary they would have to face. If they were able to take down Allison and Aiden...barely leaving Ethan alive (judging by his injuries) then how strong is this thing really.? And where's Chris!? He looked at Mike to see if the guy is still here or if he's getting any ghost readings before glancing at Ethan quickly. Poor guy,he looks crushed. Stiles feels bad for the guy, and not that kind of pity thing you feel when someone you don't know looses someone but the kind of understanding almost. His hand quickly went up to scratch at the back of his head, feeling the tuffs of growing hair as he did so, remembing why he first shaved it off. He didn't like Aiden, not one bit- but that doesn't stop the fact that Stiles still feels horrible- sickly even- about him being dead. It's hard to loose family.
Behind him, he can faintly make out what his dad and the FBI agent were saying before both came back up to them. Stiles stood aside, getting in between Lydia and Jackson (not that they were that close), and looked at his dad. His dad in return shook his head. "Miss Martin, Mr. Carver. I'm Agent McCall. I would like to ask both of you some questions about what transpired here," the agent said, taking out a flimsly little notepad in the process. "Wait, now?" Agent McCall looked at him impatiently and gave him a look that clearly said, "Are you stupid?" but that might be Stiles just trying to get another excuse to hate the guy.
"Yes, unless you wanna wait and have a cup of coffee first."
"No thanks, I'm more of a red bull kind of guy. It gives me wings." Stiles replied with a smile, seeing his dad roll his eyes in his peripheal vision. The male simply feigned an amused smile before turning away, ignoring him all together. "Can you both walk me through what happened before you placed the 911 call?" Stiles rolled his head, holding in a groan of frustration before speaking again. "Can't you see she can't answer your questions? I mean, look at her. She's completely shaken up. And that guy looks like he's on the verge of passing out." Holy crap, he kinda isn't lying about that. Ethan looks really bad. Can werewolves die of blood loss? Stupid question.
Either way, he didn't lower his ground and stared challengingly at the Agent. "Take her home. But I want her at the station first thing in the morning. I'll have someone call her home...I suspect no one here has informed her parents." he said, looking at Stiles, Jackson, and Mike before turning towards around to look at the sheriff accusingly. He then turned towards Ethan before looking at the Paramedic that just arrived looking over him, "Get him to the hospital. Now. I'll question you tomorrow as well Mr. Carver." With one last look at the Sheriff, Agent McCall left, deciding to talk to the rest of the officers in the scene.
Stiles took two steps forward before turning around to stare at everyone. "That should buy us some time." he sighed, scratching the back of his neck. Is it a good time to panic now?
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thinking: ' don't pay attention to your friend's dead body. oh god, i'm going to have a panic attack.... '
feeling: drained, tired, depressed, angry, panicking
located: parking lot with Jackson, Allison, Lydia, Micheal, Ethan, the sheriff
[ original optometrist contacts: Yeah, Imma just going to make it as if the Sheriff has already left a voicemail for Chris Argent. I tried everyone sorry no questioning because well...i don't know their quesitons (i know i'm an idiot).]
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