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.
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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.
( cut for length. )
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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