STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Sept 27, 2022 19:40:13 GMT
The worn soles of his converse slapping against the path, Stiles jogged across campus. By the time he darted around the crowds streaming out of the cafeteria, an early dinner seeming to call half the students at Whitmore before they blew off homework and threw themselves into all that fraternity and sorority crap that seemed to catch everyone at the start of the semester. Even if he’d had that masochistic urge to jump into a group where he’d be off the bottom of the ladder again, he wouldn’t have tried to join a fraternity when he’d stared at the college – he a pack already, one that hadn’t hazed him before letting him in. He had Scott.
Stiles practically swung around one of the professors as the guy emerged from the science building, wincing as he bounced off one brawny shoulder and ended up hopping the next couple of steps to get his balance back. Professor Damasca. At least it hadn’t been the Professor Damasca who’d filled them in on his bad ass GI Joe days during their first history class. He probably still coulda incapacitated him with the flick of a fingernail. ”I’m late, sorry!” Stiles shot back over his shoulder as the prof called after him to slow down. That was probably gonna end up in some lecture the next class he had with him, a warning about the dangers of trying to speed through his life.
The cackle rolled out raw as he angled across the quad, hurdling a couple of girls sprawled on the grass, soaking up the last of the day’s sun. Speed was the one thing he didn’t have … and he needed it.
Scott was probably already at the apartment, standing in the hallway outside their place, tapping his foot, glancing at his watch, cursing his best buddy for ghosting the guys’ night he’d suggested in the first place. Yep, well, buddy, it was easier to get to places on time if your tyre hadn’t practically melted overnight, and you didn’t have a crack of dawn class to get to. Roscoe had been left in a sorry state for his first run that day – all the way across campus to his criminal justice class that couldn’t have been situated in a worse place. Now the gate was up ahead at least, the sprawl of off campus housing starting there and stretching out like a hand of streets and blocks back towards Mystic Falls. Five minutes if he was lucky.
Something splattered on his hand as he shoved his bag back up his back, trying to avoid the weight of it from dragging him down on the side of the road. Was that sweat? Being a scrawny little human meant no super stamina, but he wasn’t that unfit was he? Had living with Lydia for more than six months left him soft? Nope. Damnitdamnitdamnit.
Rain. The bruise black cherry on top of the sundae that was his day.
He would’ve tugged his bag up, covered his head with it, but that would’ve just made this awkward run worse. Stiles yanked at the hood of his sweatshirt, got it up just high enough that when he finally trudged out of the stairwell and onto their floor, it was just the front inch of his hair that dripped rain down the front of him. His textbooks – already chewed up by whoever had sold them on back over the summer – were probably mushy bricks in his bag. This was gonna be a semester of pulling pages apart to try and decipher the blurred text.
Seeing Scott outside the apartment door, Stiles lifted a hand to shove his hood back and grimaced. His sneakers squeaked against the tile, rain pattering down on the floor in his wake. ”You missed the rain, huh? Some guys have all the luck.” And some guys had best friends who’d been burning the candle from too many angles to hang out as much as they should’ve been able to for way too damn long. They were better than this, even with expectations hanging around their necks just as heavy as his books. Stiles slugged Scott lightly on the shoulder and popped open the door, gesturing Scott on ahead while he kicked off his sneakers in the doorway. Ruined rugs would drive Lydia ape.
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SCOTT MCCALL
Werewolf
True Alpha
Posts: 489
Age:
22
Occupation:
Trainee Vet
Status:
Single
Played by:
Emma
life can’t ever be all bad or all good, eventually things come back to the middle
Last seen Oct 24, 2024 23:54:02 GMT
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Post by SCOTT MCCALL on Mar 27, 2023 18:44:03 GMT
 Life seemed to be flying by right now and Scott wasn’t too sure what to make of it all. It was only a matter of time before he and his friends would be graduating from college and then it was all going to start getting real. Scott had been working hard trying to get good grades so he could go on to become a vet but he had still been making sure to spend as much time for his pack and for the rest of his friends as he could as well. For far too long now they had been living with the threat of Danny being marked hanging over their heads and they had all been trying to find a way to break the curse but they kept drawing a blank. Scott knew that they couldn’t afford to sit back and hope that it was nothing, not given the way so many of Danny’s family had already been killed as a result of the curse, but finding a solution wasn’t proving to be easy. Still, Scott knew that none of them were going to give up until they had found a way to save their friend and Scott had been using whatever free time he had between college, work and his friends to try and figure something out. It was a lot to try and juggle all at once but Scott had grown used to that ever since he was bitten by Peter so it really was just the way that life was like now. To start with Scott had wanted nothing more than to reverse what had been done to him and go back to being normal but this was his new normal now and that was something that he had learned to accept. It helped having so many people around that he could care about, he had his pack of course but he had made other friends since arriving in Mystic Falls as well and Scott knew that he wouldn’t be without all of the friends he had made now. As his last class of the day came to an end, Scott gathered his things together before heading over to the apartment that Stiles and Lydia shared. It felt like too long since he and Stiles had last been able to hang out together just the two of them even though in reality it probably hadn’t been that long. They had agreed that they were going to catch up that day, though, and the truth was that Scott had been looking forward to it. Stiles had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, even before he became a werewolf and the others joined them it had been just the two of them and they’d always had each other’s backs. Scott knew that he wouldn’t have been able to get through those early months without Stiles by his side and Scott knew that he never wanted to forget that. He managed to make it to the apartment and after realising that no one was home, he knew that all he could do was wait. It was raining but Scott had managed to miss it and he really was glad about that. Soon enough he saw a familiar figure heading in his direction over to him and he couldn’t help but smile as Stiles spoke. “I’m not normally that lucky but I was today,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully as Stiles hit his shoulder. Once the door was opened Scott headed inside and kicked his shoes off, knowing that Lydia would kill him for leaving dirt all over the place. “So how’s everything going?”STILES STILINSKI
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Apr 8, 2023 20:58:06 GMT
Of course Scott had gotten here before the sky had opened up. He was hanging in the hall, bone dry and grinning as he crabbed about not being able to do the same. Stiles hummed lightly, the sound breaking off into a grumble. There was an easy solution to it, one that pretty much everybody in his life had given to him over the years – let Roscoe go to the giant scrap heap in the sky. There was no way even a four hundred buck used car was going to cost him anywhere near as much in the long run. It wouldn’t really be his though. Roscoe was a drain on his bank balance – already stretched with trying to afford the rent on this place and the basics – but it was also his one real tie to his mom and no matter how many rolls of duct tape he had to use on the jeep, or how many runs he had to make through the rain, he wasn’t gonna be getting rid of it any time soon.
Stiles slugged Scott’s shoulder before he nudged him through the doorway ahead of him. Hopefully by the time Lydia got home his sneakers would be most of the way dry and there’d be no sign that he’d trudged water through the place. He tugged off his hoodie, hung it up on the rack to dry off, tossed the bag full of books he absolutely wasn’t gonna look at tonight down by the living room door and followed Scott towards the living room. ”Hopefully it’ll stop before Lydia gets back later. The drive’s bad enough without visibility being crappy.” He wasn’t gonna to distract her on the drive by messaging her incessantly, he wouldn’t do that to Scott when he probably headed back to his place later either. That worry would be easy enough to bite down on for a little while at least.
Nodding towards the couch, Stiles padded into the kitchen to grab a couple of sodas for them. The pack tended to cycle through everybody’s places when they got together, but it hadn’t been the apartment half as much as it used to be their dorm rooms, or Derek’s loft on the occasions when he hadn’t guarded the place like he was Smaug with rooms full of treasure hidden behind that glowering face and cold welcome. Stiles dropped onto the couch, holding the can out to Scott. He turned, propping his own can on his knee to pop it open. ”You mean between classes, Lydia and trying to make sure I’m not mooching off my dad for the rent?” he asked, the smirk tugging at his lips for just a minute. ”Good, man, it’s good. I’m not gonna complain about any of that, even if I’m freaking exhausted by running everywhere today.” That was just gonna be a given when you weren’t a werewolf who could probably run for days without feeling winded.
He sipped from his can, studying Scott for a minute. The two of them had been in and out of each other’s houses practically from the moment they could walk, stretching that distance a little had felt super weird at first, although tonight was definitely about changing it. ”How’s it going for you? How’s the job? Is the boss still making the old dude look like a walking nightmare?” School was gonna be a drag for Scott, as much as it was for all of them, the responsibility for his pack a weight on his shoulders too. Everything that was going on with Danny had to be like an anvil around his neck, just waiting for the moment when it could drop and choke Scott with that sense of responsibility for his people – not that there was a chance in hell that he was gonna let Scott try and carry that weight on his own.
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SCOTT MCCALL
Werewolf
True Alpha
Posts: 489
Age:
22
Occupation:
Trainee Vet
Status:
Single
Played by:
Emma
life can’t ever be all bad or all good, eventually things come back to the middle
Last seen Oct 24, 2024 23:54:02 GMT
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Post by SCOTT MCCALL on Feb 11, 2024 18:52:01 GMT
There was a part of Scott that sometimes thought that things were much easier when he and his friends were back in high school. They’d at least had classes together then and their schedules hadn’t been so different but then again they’d also had just as many threats to face as they did now. Whenever things seemed to calm down for a while Scott knew that it was just a matter of time before something else happened, Mystic Falls was a beacon for the supernatural just like Beacon Hills was and even putting a bit of distance between them by going to college at Whitmore didn’t change that. It was different for Scott than it was for Stiles, he and Lydia lived in student housing off campus while Scott still lived at home with his mom and rode his bike to school each day. It wasn’t ideal and Scott knew that he was perhaps missing out on some of the college experience but the truth was that it was cheaper and it meant that he could be there for the pack during each full moon. He also didn’t have to worry about trying to explain to a roommate about why he kept having to disappear each time the moon was full so he knew that it was much better this way. He still envied Stiles a little, though. Stiles had his own space and he was living with someone he loved. Scott was beyond happy for him and Lydia and he honestly hoped that he would get to do the same thing one day as well. None of his relationships had worked out and he had been single for what felt like a long time now but he still wasn’t giving up hope. For now it was easier to focus on school and the pack and Scott was pretty good at doing that. Heading inside Stiles’ place, Scott took off his shoes before heading into the living room. “Fingers crossed. She’s a good driver though, she’ll be fine,” he assured his friend. Lydia was good at most things so Scott didn’t doubt that she would be fine although he could definitely understand his friend’s concern. Sitting down on the sofa, Scott took the can that Stiles offered him with a smile. “Thanks,” he said as he opened it and took a sip. Stiles had been the one to suggest the guys’ night but Scott knew that they needed it and he was more than ready to pay for the takeout they were sure to order later no matter how much his friend might argue. “The usual problems then,” he chuckled as Stiles spoke again before frowning as he continued. It sounded like Stiles had had a bit of a day of it and Scott looked over at his friend in concern. “Why’ve you been running everywhere today?” he asked before remembering that he hadn’t heard the telltale sound of Roscoe pulling into the parking lot when Stiles arrived. “Did something happen to Roscoe?”There was always going to be a small part of Scott that missed the days when the biggest problems he and Stiles had were how they were going to make it onto the lacrosse team and how they were going to get girls to notice them but the truth was that Scott wouldn’t trade being a werewolf for anything in the world. The pain that came with transforming sucked but he felt like he was who he was supposed to be and he knew that he wouldn’t want to give that up. It was why Derek had fought so hard to get back to being a werewolf again and Scott could definitely understand why his friend had done it. As Stiles asked about work, Scott couldn’t help but laugh. “Work is fine, I’m enjoying it actually,” he admitted. “Rhiannon’s a great boss and she seems to really love working with animals just like I do.” Working for her was much better than working for the guy that had owned the place before had been, that was for sure. “Things are going okay I guess, I’m mostly worried about Danny and Derek. We should have found something to help with Danny’s curse by now and Derek is still hung up on the Dread Doctors. I definitely get why but I’m worried about what they’ll do if they get their hands on him again.”STILES STILINSKI
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Mar 19, 2024 20:55:46 GMT
Thinking about Lydia had been one of his vocations in life long before she’d even known he was doing it. In the fifth grade he would never have imagined that one day they’d be worrying about each other this time. Lydia loving him was like some future miracle that had zero chance of actually happening. Maybe if life hadn’t ended up so crazy it wouldn’t have happened. Stiles had stopped tying himself up in the what ifs a long time ago. His miracle had come true despite the odds. It’d keep coming true, even if he had to pay for it somehow – the way some of the other members of the pack had. They were still pulling together to work through those threats, their heads buried in the books, weekends spent poking around in the town like they’d turn something up after all this time. That wasn’t to say they didn’t take some down time – he would’ve lost his mind after all this time if they hadn’t. It just hadn’t happened with Scott as much as it would’ve done back in high school.
”It’s not her driving I’m worried about,” Stiles joked dryly. ”It’s all the whackadoodles in this town who lose their mind whenever it starts drizzling out there.” It was probably worse back in California for that, but this town had its own threats that took advantage of things like shitty weather. Relief would rush through him like flood water the minute he heard the door open and Lydia’s heels click into the apartment. Sat on the sofa with a soda finally, Stiles snorted at Scott and dipped his head as he took a swallow from the can. ”Always the same problems.” They had an end in sight though. As soon as school was over he’d be able to work full time, interning with the FBI over the summer, then, hopefully, going to train at Quantico. If they’d stayed in California it would’ve meant flying back and forth across the whole country to make sure he didn’t have to go five months without seeing Lydia. Here he had a chance of coming home some weekends at least.
Setting his can back on his knee, Stiles winced as Scott asked about Roscoe. ”Nothing major. Roscoe just wouldn’t start this morning. Maybe it was the rain you know, like a bum knee can tell you when bad weather’s coming.” He’d find out tomorrow morning maybe. If he hadn’t got Roscoe running in the next couple of days it’d mean another trip to the garage he couldn’t afford this month. Given how tight things had always been for Scott and his mom, Stiles knew that his best friend got it. Stiles reached out with his other hand and slugged Scott lightly on the arm. ”You lucked out again, man. First Deaton. Now Rhiannon. You think she’s gonna take you on as like a partner when you graduate?” Deaton probably would’ve done, but who knew if Scott’s new boss was really aware of what she was taking on here.
The smile that’d been on his face dropped away as Scott steered the subject towards Danny and Derek. ”I’ve been researching as much as I can,” he said softly. ”There doesn’t seem to be much out there on what this is.” Unlike the Dread Doctors whose little how to manual seemed to be everywhere these days. ”You think they know he’s poking around? He’s gotta know he’s about to stick his head in a trap here.” That wouldn’t have stopped Derek before though. The guy was head strong, so sure that the things he was doing were right.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
