Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-09-25 09:00 pm
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-09-25 09:00 pm
Entry tags:
- anita not needy,
- as if i had a soul to steal,
- bucky barnes,
- chris d'amico,
- clementine chasseur,
- dean winchester,
- event: get up put your dreams away,
- jerry dandrige,
- lydia martin,
- mewtwo,
- needy lesnicki,
- 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
17. Feel it comin' in the air/Hear the screams from everywhere
[Open Spam]
[He's always liked the woods. Practically grew up in them back in Beacon Hills with Scott. Years spent climbing trees and camping, other times spent fishing with his parents before his mom got sick and died, before his dad developed a bit of an alcohol problem and became a workaholic. The woods don't bother Stiles. Neither does only having two days worth of supplies. He no longer needs Adderall, so the lack of the drug in his system means he actually has a healthy appetite. That's the other great part about being a werewolf -- it means he can hunt his food when it runs out. And he knows from experience that the woods are full of perfectly edible creatures he can catch easily. If there's a pond or a river, he can fish.
He'll get by.
It's Lydia that he's currently worried about. He knows the rest of the pack hates her, that they won't lift a finger to help her even if she gets hungry. She hates them just as much. But with everyone being split up, it means that Scott will have a better chance at killing her -- again, or that someone else will try. He needs to find her first.
He straps the backpack to his back and sets off. The familiar sounds of nature are all around him, louder than he's used to. He keeps his comm in his jeans pocket in case Scott or Lydia try and reach him that way. For now he's content to use his enhanced senses to seek out the one he's looking for.]
Ooc: Stiles is affected by the event -- he's much more twisted and dangerous than the Stiles from the regular barge. Feel free to run into him over any of the days from the event!]
[He's always liked the woods. Practically grew up in them back in Beacon Hills with Scott. Years spent climbing trees and camping, other times spent fishing with his parents before his mom got sick and died, before his dad developed a bit of an alcohol problem and became a workaholic. The woods don't bother Stiles. Neither does only having two days worth of supplies. He no longer needs Adderall, so the lack of the drug in his system means he actually has a healthy appetite. That's the other great part about being a werewolf -- it means he can hunt his food when it runs out. And he knows from experience that the woods are full of perfectly edible creatures he can catch easily. If there's a pond or a river, he can fish.
He'll get by.
It's Lydia that he's currently worried about. He knows the rest of the pack hates her, that they won't lift a finger to help her even if she gets hungry. She hates them just as much. But with everyone being split up, it means that Scott will have a better chance at killing her -- again, or that someone else will try. He needs to find her first.
He straps the backpack to his back and sets off. The familiar sounds of nature are all around him, louder than he's used to. He keeps his comm in his jeans pocket in case Scott or Lydia try and reach him that way. For now he's content to use his enhanced senses to seek out the one he's looking for.]
Ooc: Stiles is affected by the event -- he's much more twisted and dangerous than the Stiles from the regular barge. Feel free to run into him over any of the days from the event!]
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[He pauses, remembering what Allison said about the code being his, and he swallows hard. He's made it his, either way.]
Protecting those who can't protect themselves.
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[The words are bitter.]
Or my dad.
I should have let Peter give me the bite ages ago. Everything could have been different.
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[He scrapes his hands over his face, warding off any dampness that might have infiltrated his eyes, and terror that might have sprung up.]
Peter was a monster! You can't have wanted that!
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[The sight of Scott rubbing at his eyes like he's warding away tears intensifies all of the emotions he's been holding back for so long, and he draws in a shuddering breath, taking a step away from him.]
It would have made me stronger! I could have helped you!
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You helped me all the time! Dude, I'd be lost without you!
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But it didn't matter in the end. You still died, Scott!
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[He reaches out, hand on Stiles' shoulder so he can pull his friend back around to face him.]
Do you think I could ever blame you for that?
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No. Because you're a good person!
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Do you seriously think we'd be friends if you weren't?
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[His words are hollow.]
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[He's never been more certain of anything.]
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You should go. Find your pack.
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You should find yours.
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Be careful.
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[The pack is so much BIGGER than Stiles knows, and Scott hates that he can't feel that. But he has faith in Stiles - even this Stiles.
Squeezing tightly, he lets go.]
I will if you will.
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Practically my middle name.