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halfbloodhill2013-10-27 09:52 pm
hypercompetent) wrote in halfbloodhill2013-10-27 09:52 pm
first case. {action -> im }
[ So Stiles Stilinski may or may not be trying to sneak back into camp. There are two reasons for this: one, he's not ready for the barrage of questions that come with "why did you leave camp when they told us not to" and the are you okay's and pretty much everything he wants to avoid, and two, he definitely almost died on the way over here.
Okay, not really. He's mostly fine, just a little singed, and a little roughed up. But he did put himself into major danger by leaving camp, and by the time his dad found out about it, he got his ass sent back here. His beloved Roscoe made it all the way to New York with him, but apparently a baby blue 1980's jeep is a huge target, because the minute he got out of the place he'd set aside to park his car for the next forever, there were four hellhounds on the horizon.
By the time he makes it to Camp Half Blood, Stiles flops over on the ground inside the gate, literally, and kisses the ground. So much for sneaking in. ] Ohhhh my god, I have never been happier to see you in my life, oh my god, oh my god.
[ He does, eventually, get up, and drag himself to the Hecate cabin, where he proceeds to send out an Iris Message--one to the whole camp, and one separate from all. ]
Good news and bad news, guys. Bad news? Hellhounds are like crazy fast. Good news? Coach put me through so many lacrosse drills back home I'm alive. [ He flashes a grin into the feed, sheepish as it is, and rubs some mud (from falling in it, not from his battle--don't let him fool you) off his cheek. ] Officially thanking him personally for his suicides of satyrdom. [ It's kind of nice to be able to say that out loud without being looked like he's an absolute nut, so he exhales loudly. ] Man, I missed this place. I'll be over here, in my cabin, enjoying the sweet sweet taste of the life I thought I pretty much lost for the next ten years if you need me.
[ And that's the end of that. ]
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Oh my god, so, dude, I don't know if you were aware before, but I think Beacon Hills is like 98% monster. I'm starting to reconsider the idea that Lydia's actually the most cruel being in the entire high school, because there were these chicks that--well, I mean, like, one of them was really nice to me, but I think she was something to do with my godmom considering she looked like she'd just, uh, burst into flame--literally--when she decided she didn't want to make out with me anymore but just-- [ Stiles finally inhales, pauses, looks into the IM, and lets out a relieved huff of a sigh. ] Dude, I freakin' missed you.
Okay, not really. He's mostly fine, just a little singed, and a little roughed up. But he did put himself into major danger by leaving camp, and by the time his dad found out about it, he got his ass sent back here. His beloved Roscoe made it all the way to New York with him, but apparently a baby blue 1980's jeep is a huge target, because the minute he got out of the place he'd set aside to park his car for the next forever, there were four hellhounds on the horizon.
By the time he makes it to Camp Half Blood, Stiles flops over on the ground inside the gate, literally, and kisses the ground. So much for sneaking in. ] Ohhhh my god, I have never been happier to see you in my life, oh my god, oh my god.
[ He does, eventually, get up, and drag himself to the Hecate cabin, where he proceeds to send out an Iris Message--one to the whole camp, and one separate from all. ]
Good news and bad news, guys. Bad news? Hellhounds are like crazy fast. Good news? Coach put me through so many lacrosse drills back home I'm alive. [ He flashes a grin into the feed, sheepish as it is, and rubs some mud (from falling in it, not from his battle--don't let him fool you) off his cheek. ] Officially thanking him personally for his suicides of satyrdom. [ It's kind of nice to be able to say that out loud without being looked like he's an absolute nut, so he exhales loudly. ] Man, I missed this place. I'll be over here, in my cabin, enjoying the sweet sweet taste of the life I thought I pretty much lost for the next ten years if you need me.
[ And that's the end of that. ]
private to scott mccall
Oh my god, so, dude, I don't know if you were aware before, but I think Beacon Hills is like 98% monster. I'm starting to reconsider the idea that Lydia's actually the most cruel being in the entire high school, because there were these chicks that--well, I mean, like, one of them was really nice to me, but I think she was something to do with my godmom considering she looked like she'd just, uh, burst into flame--literally--when she decided she didn't want to make out with me anymore but just-- [ Stiles finally inhales, pauses, looks into the IM, and lets out a relieved huff of a sigh. ] Dude, I freakin' missed you.
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Heather, no, she was h- oh, you mean back home Heather. Not Camp Heather, gotcha.
[He shakes his head - get it together, Scott, Stiles and Heather O'Toole have never even met, despite both of them being your very best friends. He'll have to remedy that, because he's talked enough to Stiles about Heather and Heather about Stiles that it probably seems like they know more about the other than they'd ever have thought before.
Oh wow - and Stiles actually lost his kiss virginity! Scott holds his hand up for a high five for him at that.
But really, this wasn't one of his better moves. Still, Scott sits there and listens, nodding at appropriate times. This is their relationship - Stiles does most of the talking, but Scott's okay with that because he's a great listener - actually, he loves it.]
Yeah, no. I'm gonna have to say that if you find out you're making out with somebody you're related to you back away...as soon as you can. And then - hellhounds? Seriously?
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I mean, all things considered, it was a totally awesome first kiss until she turned into a one legged monster. Anyway, I finally busted out and told dad and he yelled at me and sent me back here. Or, well, Mom guilt tripped me from the hospital, which is super impossible to not go along with, by the way, and here I am again.
[ Jazz hands. ] How's camp been? You're totally gonna update me about everything, right.
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[Though he's kind of happy that the sheriff stayed home. He wouldn't want Stiles to have to fight for the lives of both himself and his dad on the way back, and in the end, the sheriff needed to be home with his wife.]
Well, aside from that whole kidnapping thing? Dude, Heather and I beasted at Capture the Flag. It's not the same as war games, but it was pretty fun.