Stiles Stilinski (
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-10-08 10:05 pm
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Entry tags:
- allison argent,
- anita not needy,
- anya lehnsherr,
- as if i had a soul to steal,
- bucky barnes,
- game: tlv,
- gwen stacey,
- jackson whittemore,
- lydia martin,
- not the stiles you're looking for,
- scott mccall,
- some monsters do monstrous things,
- somebody else might take my place,
- steve rogers,
- the devil within,
- touko fukawa
18. You want a revelation/Some kind of resolution/Tell me what you want me to say
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[Stiles sits with his back to the wall in a cell in Zero, scowl etched onto his features. He can hear Jackson's heart beating from across the hall and he wishes he'd ripped it out of his chest so at least he'd have some peace and quiet while he's stuck down here. Being alone would be better than being stuck in the same vicinity as Jackson Whittemore.
He shuts his eyes and covers his ears with his hands, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths. He doesn't know exactly how containment down here works, but he knows that short of someone letting him out, he's trapped for now.
It's fine. He'll deal. He always does. He's not thrilled about it, because there are things he could be doing if he wasn't locked in a freaking jail cell.
He opens his eyes again when he hears the distant echo of footsteps approaching -- but whether they're approaching his cell or Jackson's, or if someone else is being locked up -- that he's not sure about yet.
So he stares at the bars ahead, eyes dark and narrow. Waiting.]
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[He's never done well with boredom. After several hours of sitting in relative silence, he picks up his comm. The boredom is as evident in his tone as the sarcastic taunting.]
I have to say that if this is the worst you people can do for punishment, I'm severely disappointed. No wonder our barge graduates more people than yours. You don't even have an ounce of creativity.
[Stiles sits with his back to the wall in a cell in Zero, scowl etched onto his features. He can hear Jackson's heart beating from across the hall and he wishes he'd ripped it out of his chest so at least he'd have some peace and quiet while he's stuck down here. Being alone would be better than being stuck in the same vicinity as Jackson Whittemore.
He shuts his eyes and covers his ears with his hands, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths. He doesn't know exactly how containment down here works, but he knows that short of someone letting him out, he's trapped for now.
It's fine. He'll deal. He always does. He's not thrilled about it, because there are things he could be doing if he wasn't locked in a freaking jail cell.
He opens his eyes again when he hears the distant echo of footsteps approaching -- but whether they're approaching his cell or Jackson's, or if someone else is being locked up -- that he's not sure about yet.
So he stares at the bars ahead, eyes dark and narrow. Waiting.]
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[He's never done well with boredom. After several hours of sitting in relative silence, he picks up his comm. The boredom is as evident in his tone as the sarcastic taunting.]
I have to say that if this is the worst you people can do for punishment, I'm severely disappointed. No wonder our barge graduates more people than yours. You don't even have an ounce of creativity.
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In fact, she's in his room when she hears his voice. And at the word punishment, her stomach drops. She picks up her communicator and her frustration rises when she realizes there is not video.]
Stiles? Where are you?
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I'd say isolation, but unfortunately for me, I'm not here alone.
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Why?
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it doesn't take her long to find his cell, though she stands right in the middle of that hallway opposite the bars - not too close to his side, or the other. ]
Hi.
[ she holds out the plastic bottle of water she grabbed from the cafeteria, arm fully extended. yeah, she's really sticking to this whole... space thing. keeping her distance. ]
For you, if you want it.
[ like a bottle of water is a great peace offering, or a great way to get him to talk to her. right. sure. ]
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Once upon a time, Gwen had been a werewolf thanks to Scott. Scott had also killed her. He knows she isn't the same Gwen. Though they're both human now, she smells different than the one he knows.
He makes no move away from the wall where he's sitting.]
What do you want?
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[ it's a little strange seeing Stiles like this, or- rather, seeing this version of Stiles right in front of her. he really does look the same, but that's not the shocking part - it's that even his identical features don't make up for the fact that he moves differently, even sounds different. this isn't just Stiles-In-A-Bad-Mood, it's someone else entirely. she's taking her time getting used to that. her hand moves to rest on her hip, the waterbottle still held in the other, now down at her side ]
I know you're not him, but Stiles and I are friends here. And I know you're not him, but I'm thinking - I'm hoping - that maybe if we just take a second to talk and figure each other out, things don't have to be different, with us. Just until we're all back where we belong.
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This is not the way to reach him. This is not the way to punish Stiles...this will only make things worse.
She wastes no time, doesn't even stop by her own quarters for anything. Within about fifteen minutes of his public post, she's striding down into Zero, testing the air with a breath to make a beeline for his cell. Jackson is also there...it only worries her more.]
Stiles? [Her voice and features are fraught with concern as she reaches him.] What happened?
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He rolls his head to look at her when she stops in front of his cell.]
Jackson came at me. I stopped him. Apparently Spider-Man took issue with my method.
[He smirks and looks back up at the ceiling, not realizing it's the first time he's actually given her a straight forward answer about anything ever that wasn't done for belittling reasons.]
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She stops at the door, wrapping her hands around the bars. She hates the way she feels down here...the wolf feels so far away with her power stripped, but she still feels the suffering of seeing a packmate caged.
She wants to go in and sit with him. She wants to make sure he's safe, unhurt. She wants to take care of him.]
Are you hurt? Can I do anything?...God, Stiles, you should have howled. I would have helped you! Promise me that next time you'll howl...please?
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So he comms instead, flicking on the video from the safety of his room.]
Probably a good thing that they're such pussies, here.
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It makes for a boring trip through space.
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How bad is it down there anyway?
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It's not as bad as it could be. I'd be better if I wasn't stuck down here with a guy I loathe, though.
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It's just one of the standards.
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What's the worst punishment you're allowed to dole out here?
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