Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myonlydefense) wrote2014-11-05 08:08 pm
myonlydefense) wrote2014-11-05 08:08 pm
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November 7, 2014: Vandalizing these walls only if they could talk.
Homeroom. Stiles skips it more often than he should, even though he's been cautioned several times by several interested parties against doing so. It's homeroom in his senior year at a school where college applications seem like a waste of time more than anything, and he's not too worried about whether or not he gets into Barton, so why bother, right? He'd rather sleep in for that extra hour, so he does. More often than he should.
He can't skip every class, though - his dad would find out eventually, and he's not going to mess up dad's career for an extra day off - so he's walking up to the front door of school when everyone disappears. Like, actually disappears.
There was a woman across the street walking with her toddler to the park. They're gone. The car passing by the front of the school? Empty. Despite every bad experience he's ever had with empty high schools, he runs up to the window of one of the classrooms and... no one.
There's an episode of The Twilight Zone like this, but Stiles is at least ninety-five percent sure he never signed up to go to space. He braves the inside of the school long enough to look in the office and one of the classroom, but then he officially gets too freaked out and has to get out into an open space. He's not sure if what's going on is Darrow, or his brain doing some weird overload thing again. Once was enough.
When he's back out on the open streets again, he checks around the coffee shop he goes to, peeks into a couple bars and shops. Same thing. It can't be just him. There's no way. Darrow doesn't work like that. He's not special. A couple of texts and calls to the people closest to him confirm it. Everyone back from back home is okay, and it eases his mind. Darrow's a lot emptier, yeah, but everyone he cares about, everyone real? They're still here. Things are safe.
Once he gets his wits about him, talks himself down from a panicky ledge - nothing around here is permanent, after all - he has an idea.
If everywhere is empty, he can take a look around.
There are electronics shops and clothing stores all over, and it's not like working at Gutters makes a lot of money. It's tempting, but of all the things he wants to be in life (a superhero, an astronaut, Indiana Jones), a looter isn't one of them. All the same, there are places he wants to check out, and the Hive is one of the first ones he can think of. It isn't that far from the school (a mere couple miles, as they'd so cheerfully reminded him), so he heads to the alley behind the shop armed with his backpack and a couple of paperclips.
He has no idea what he's doing (beyond what he read on the internet about how to pick a lock), but no time like the present, he guesses. If he finds nothing but a bunch of bees and honey, well. He had an adventure.
After checking over his shoulder out of sheer habit and paranoia, he kneels down and starts to work the lock.
He can't skip every class, though - his dad would find out eventually, and he's not going to mess up dad's career for an extra day off - so he's walking up to the front door of school when everyone disappears. Like, actually disappears.
There was a woman across the street walking with her toddler to the park. They're gone. The car passing by the front of the school? Empty. Despite every bad experience he's ever had with empty high schools, he runs up to the window of one of the classrooms and... no one.
There's an episode of The Twilight Zone like this, but Stiles is at least ninety-five percent sure he never signed up to go to space. He braves the inside of the school long enough to look in the office and one of the classroom, but then he officially gets too freaked out and has to get out into an open space. He's not sure if what's going on is Darrow, or his brain doing some weird overload thing again. Once was enough.
When he's back out on the open streets again, he checks around the coffee shop he goes to, peeks into a couple bars and shops. Same thing. It can't be just him. There's no way. Darrow doesn't work like that. He's not special. A couple of texts and calls to the people closest to him confirm it. Everyone back from back home is okay, and it eases his mind. Darrow's a lot emptier, yeah, but everyone he cares about, everyone real? They're still here. Things are safe.
Once he gets his wits about him, talks himself down from a panicky ledge - nothing around here is permanent, after all - he has an idea.
If everywhere is empty, he can take a look around.
There are electronics shops and clothing stores all over, and it's not like working at Gutters makes a lot of money. It's tempting, but of all the things he wants to be in life (a superhero, an astronaut, Indiana Jones), a looter isn't one of them. All the same, there are places he wants to check out, and the Hive is one of the first ones he can think of. It isn't that far from the school (a mere couple miles, as they'd so cheerfully reminded him), so he heads to the alley behind the shop armed with his backpack and a couple of paperclips.
He has no idea what he's doing (beyond what he read on the internet about how to pick a lock), but no time like the present, he guesses. If he finds nothing but a bunch of bees and honey, well. He had an adventure.
After checking over his shoulder out of sheer habit and paranoia, he kneels down and starts to work the lock.
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Though, when he's passing an electronics store and sees someone trying to break into it, he wishes he was wearing the suit. Because as it is, he's just a kid trying to lecture a stranger.
"I don't think that's a good idea," he says, and then realizes at the last minute that he actually recognizes the guy, "Stiles?"
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"What? I know the guy who owns this place, it's fine." Wait. "...Miles. Hey."
So, this probably could look better. And Stiles actually feels guilty. He never feels guilty, what the hell.