Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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fluxscape2021-04-21 12:39 am
yourbatman) wrote in fluxscape2021-04-21 12:39 am
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Who: Stiles and YOU!
What: Looking for Work/schmoozing with the not-so-locals/annoying anyone within hearing range
Where: The Fix-It shop
When: April 23
Warnings: Improper use of duct tape and excessive application of WD-40.
While Stiles was not onboard with sticking around any longer than was strictly necessary, he'd more or less figured out he was going to need a better plan than 'Wait for Scott' to get out of here, and plans more often than not involved the use of things that cost money.
Also, he was a growing boy. He needed to eat. And a refill on his meds. Which probably meant a doctor's appointment and why was life so expensive? He sighed as he arrived at the Fix-It shop and pushed the door open, heading to the counter to lean up on it. And pat the little metal bell, making it ring once.
But he couldn't just touch it once. No. He gazed at it longingly. And then he rang it again. Then two more times. Again. Just... just once more. Maybe twice. Oh, who was going to notice if he did it a third time?
What: Looking for Work/schmoozing with the not-so-locals/annoying anyone within hearing range
Where: The Fix-It shop
When: April 23
Warnings: Improper use of duct tape and excessive application of WD-40.
While Stiles was not onboard with sticking around any longer than was strictly necessary, he'd more or less figured out he was going to need a better plan than 'Wait for Scott' to get out of here, and plans more often than not involved the use of things that cost money.
Also, he was a growing boy. He needed to eat. And a refill on his meds. Which probably meant a doctor's appointment and why was life so expensive? He sighed as he arrived at the Fix-It shop and pushed the door open, heading to the counter to lean up on it. And pat the little metal bell, making it ring once.
But he couldn't just touch it once. No. He gazed at it longingly. And then he rang it again. Then two more times. Again. Just... just once more. Maybe twice. Oh, who was going to notice if he did it a third time?
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"I live in Californa. And we've got wolves," he paused for dramatic effect. "There aren't supposed to be wolves in California, but we've had way too many animal attacks in the last like three years. It's not even a rural town or anything," he shook his head with a sigh. "Lots of murders, too. Whole family trapped in their house when it was set on fire... what looked like ritual sacrifices. Real horror story bullshit." He started bobbing his head to a tune only he could hear. "Course I only know all that 'cause my dad's the sherrif, but you'd think the local papers would pick up on it sooner or later, right?" he glanced up, squinting at Adam.
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Both of Adam's eyebrows went up at the mention of not only wolves but ritual sacrifices. That was a little beyond him. The second part, at least. Though it wasn't like they had wolves in Virginia, either.
"That sounds intense." Awful. He meant awful. "Things like that should definitely get more coverage." Unless someone was trying to keep things quiet. "Nothing like that ever happens where I'm from, in Virginia."