Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-10-08 10:05 pm
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-10-08 10:05 pm
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
[Open Zero Spam]
[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.]
[Public Voice Post]
[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.]
[Public Voice Post]
[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.
spam;
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. ]
spam;
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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What do you want to talk about, exactly?
[He can't fathom a reason why a smart, pretty girl like Gwen Stacey would befriend his other self.]
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[ those are her top three subjects, at least. maybe she does think she can lecture him, but it's not about making him good again. she's just a lecturer, okay, it's what she does. she can't help it. she's hardwired to play peacemaker, even if the party she's lecturing has zero interest in playing nice. which she's pretty sure is the case here. oh well. ]
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I assume it's pretty similar to how people end up on this Barge. Except our circumstances are less...savory.
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[ not any logical sense, at least ]
What was your world like, before you were picked up by the Admiral?
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Gwen. [His voice is slightly condescending, but not dismissive.] There are thousands of different universes that exist. Surely you've learned that by now. Aren't you a scientist? And the multiverse has to maintain some kind of balance, doesn't it?
[He leans forward a little.]
My world was shit.
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That's a little vague, no?
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You want me to tell you about how it all went to hell when I watched Scott burn himself alive? How I couldn't do anything to stop him? How Allison held me back from burning with him? Is that what you want to hear about? Or maybe you want to hear about how that druid bitch sacrificed my dad and Scott's mom to wake up an ancient magic tree stump?
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So you're the product of a world where everything went wrong. That's the difference. [ less savory, he said. and she's not completely unfeeling in her recap of what he's telling her, it's obvious she doesn't like hearing that from him, but she's trying to put together the pieces here ]
Does your Barge let you change that? In exchange for helping someone graduate.
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Yes. That's the deal. Graduate an inmate, change things back home.
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So you want things to be different. You want to see something change. Why?
[ because you know it's wroooong and you can be beeeetter if other things get better fiiiiirst? no okay that's not really in her tone, but she's allowing herself to hope a little bit ]
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Because Scott McCall can't just die.
[And really, it's as simple as that. If he can go back and save Scott, he knows that together they'll be able to figure out a way to save their parents, too.]