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Uh, right, you've reached Scott. I can't pick up right now but you can go ahead and leave a message. Talk to you later.
[ beep! ]
Uh, right, you've reached Scott. I can't pick up right now but you can go ahead and leave a message. Talk to you later.
[ beep! ]
[ so this is going to come right in the middle of the hellhound drama, post-lydia bansheeing on everyone but pre-erica death, and allison is trying to play leader and it's really not working.
mostly because a certain werewolf is MIA and it's kind of making her freak out. scott could hold his own against one of these things, probably, but that doesn't help her anxiety. ]
Where are you? [ she wants all her friends locked up inside this goofer dust circle right now and scott is not helping this plan by being a hero. ]
mostly because a certain werewolf is MIA and it's kind of making her freak out. scott could hold his own against one of these things, probably, but that doesn't help her anxiety. ]
Where are you? [ she wants all her friends locked up inside this goofer dust circle right now and scott is not helping this plan by being a hero. ]
Can't talk right now.
[ Is the first response she gets, howling heard somewhere in the background as Scott hangs up. Sorry girl, he'll get back to you just as soon as he takes care of this little guy.
He ends up calling her around fifteen minutes later, voice exasperated and tired, breath heavy in his lungs. He's exhausted - hasn't slept this entire time - but the drive to protect and defend is a large part of his personality, so it's met with idle interest. Scott manages his way into a room on the first floor, lining the frame with a row of salt, before actually adjusting his gaze to Allison.
He looks a little beat up. ]
Okay - uh, what's up? [ Add a bit of panic -- ] You're all right, right?
[ Is the first response she gets, howling heard somewhere in the background as Scott hangs up. Sorry girl, he'll get back to you just as soon as he takes care of this little guy.
He ends up calling her around fifteen minutes later, voice exasperated and tired, breath heavy in his lungs. He's exhausted - hasn't slept this entire time - but the drive to protect and defend is a large part of his personality, so it's met with idle interest. Scott manages his way into a room on the first floor, lining the frame with a row of salt, before actually adjusting his gaze to Allison.
He looks a little beat up. ]
Okay - uh, what's up? [ Add a bit of panic -- ] You're all right, right?
Edited 2013-08-06 05:21 (UTC)
Scott-
[ no no no don't you dare-
if scott could see the amount of anger hanging up on her causes, he would probably think twice about it. especially when she heard that howling, knows what he's doing. if he would say something she could have come and helped out, distracted or organized or something. but did he? no. not for fifteen minutes and when the video comes back up, she's still pissed.
it didn't help that she didn't have much else to do for those fifteen minutes other than panic and contemplate heading right back out there. she can't, of course, until she knows lydia won't go wandering off again, but she almost does. almost.
granted, that rage dissipates when she sees his face. sees how exhausted he is and how beat up he still is. scott should be healing, and she doesn't want to think about if he is healing, how bad it was before. ]
Don't hang up on me like that. [ okay, that comes out snappish, and she sighs a little. he's not the only one who hasn't slept. ] Sorry- just. Yeah, I'm fine. Okay. Lydia- [ how does she explain wandered off when he's got so much to worry about already? ]
I want to barricade the room, but you and Stiles need to get here first. [ oh, wait. ] Where are you? You're okay too, right?
[ no no no don't you dare-
if scott could see the amount of anger hanging up on her causes, he would probably think twice about it. especially when she heard that howling, knows what he's doing. if he would say something she could have come and helped out, distracted or organized or something. but did he? no. not for fifteen minutes and when the video comes back up, she's still pissed.
it didn't help that she didn't have much else to do for those fifteen minutes other than panic and contemplate heading right back out there. she can't, of course, until she knows lydia won't go wandering off again, but she almost does. almost.
granted, that rage dissipates when she sees his face. sees how exhausted he is and how beat up he still is. scott should be healing, and she doesn't want to think about if he is healing, how bad it was before. ]
Don't hang up on me like that. [ okay, that comes out snappish, and she sighs a little. he's not the only one who hasn't slept. ] Sorry- just. Yeah, I'm fine. Okay. Lydia- [ how does she explain wandered off when he's got so much to worry about already? ]
I want to barricade the room, but you and Stiles need to get here first. [ oh, wait. ] Where are you? You're okay too, right?
[ He knows he messed up pretty much right away - Scott kind of hated leaving her hanging, and hearing her angry voice confirmed all those thoughts of self-hate. He wants to be there for her, fighting for her, but he's moderately well aware they they can protect more people if they spread out - that Allison can take care of herself, and he should reach out to protect the more helpless people. And he doesn't want to worry her. He's hiding any wounds from her, video positioned solely on his face.
But he's not looking at the camera - he's hurting and he's tired, but he can't give up. Not now. ]
No, you're right - I shouldn't have done that. Sorry.
I'm all right. [ He pauses to think, momentarily, because strategy isn't his strong suit and he needs to weight out pros and cons for a good minute before speaking again. ] I'll call Stiles and tell him to go to you, but I'm making rounds.
Close off without me.
[ He can't imagine that's going to go off well. ]
But he's not looking at the camera - he's hurting and he's tired, but he can't give up. Not now. ]
No, you're right - I shouldn't have done that. Sorry.
I'm all right. [ He pauses to think, momentarily, because strategy isn't his strong suit and he needs to weight out pros and cons for a good minute before speaking again. ] I'll call Stiles and tell him to go to you, but I'm making rounds.
Close off without me.
[ He can't imagine that's going to go off well. ]
Just don't do it again.
[ allison won't apologize for snapping at him, because she doesn't feel like she needs to. he shouldn't have hung up on her, and if he was having problems he should have told her. it's not like she hasn't been out in this since it started either. allison is as ready to help out the helpless as much as the next person, but she has priorities. and part of those priorities refuses to listen to her.
even when he says he's fine she doesn't relax, mostly because she knows he's lying, and mostly because she knows she would have lied to him. can't be too hypocritical here, can she? ]
No, I'm not closing it off without you. [ and before he can argue- ] Stiles can watch Lydia, keep the room blocked off with salt. I'm coming with you.
[ and guess who is repacking up right this moment. ]
[ allison won't apologize for snapping at him, because she doesn't feel like she needs to. he shouldn't have hung up on her, and if he was having problems he should have told her. it's not like she hasn't been out in this since it started either. allison is as ready to help out the helpless as much as the next person, but she has priorities. and part of those priorities refuses to listen to her.
even when he says he's fine she doesn't relax, mostly because she knows he's lying, and mostly because she knows she would have lied to him. can't be too hypocritical here, can she? ]
No, I'm not closing it off without you. [ and before he can argue- ] Stiles can watch Lydia, keep the room blocked off with salt. I'm coming with you.
[ and guess who is repacking up right this moment. ]
Allison.
[ Automatic. Girl, if he hears you shuffling to leave he better not. It's only then that his eyes snaps up at the feed and - he's not quite glaring, but his jawline is set tight, eyebrows knitted. Not angry - concerned. For her. She's not made of high metabolism and werewolf embellishments - she's human. A phenomenal, exceptional, beautiful human, but a human even still. ]
I can't - [ He's not especially cut out for all this sappy talk and lovey words of romance, because it's pretty hard for him to think of his own feelings without some serious thought. He's tongue-tied most of the time around her, never knows what to say, or how to fathom how much Allison really does mean to him. But if there's a time to try, it's surely now, and he breaths in heavily, leaning against the door. ]
I can't lose you, Allison. [ His thumb scratches at his eyebrow for a second, looking for impossible words to dissuade her. ] I'm serious. You're - you're everything. And if you die - [ the thought puts a bad taste in his mouth, dry from dissipating saliva. ] - Allison, if you die, I'm not going to be able to go on. Do you get that?
[ He's a little heated - but she's the sky, sun, moon, stars, planets, galaxy, universe. She's everything to Scott - that wasn't an exaggeration - and if he lost her, well.
It'd be kind of like his world died. ]
Please stay safe, Allison, I'm begging. Don't leave.
[ Automatic. Girl, if he hears you shuffling to leave he better not. It's only then that his eyes snaps up at the feed and - he's not quite glaring, but his jawline is set tight, eyebrows knitted. Not angry - concerned. For her. She's not made of high metabolism and werewolf embellishments - she's human. A phenomenal, exceptional, beautiful human, but a human even still. ]
I can't - [ He's not especially cut out for all this sappy talk and lovey words of romance, because it's pretty hard for him to think of his own feelings without some serious thought. He's tongue-tied most of the time around her, never knows what to say, or how to fathom how much Allison really does mean to him. But if there's a time to try, it's surely now, and he breaths in heavily, leaning against the door. ]
I can't lose you, Allison. [ His thumb scratches at his eyebrow for a second, looking for impossible words to dissuade her. ] I'm serious. You're - you're everything. And if you die - [ the thought puts a bad taste in his mouth, dry from dissipating saliva. ] - Allison, if you die, I'm not going to be able to go on. Do you get that?
[ He's a little heated - but she's the sky, sun, moon, stars, planets, galaxy, universe. She's everything to Scott - that wasn't an exaggeration - and if he lost her, well.
It'd be kind of like his world died. ]
Please stay safe, Allison, I'm begging. Don't leave.
Edited (edits into the sun) 2013-08-07 04:07 (UTC)
lydia found another dead body
i'm with her now and the room we're in's sealed with salt
both of us are mostly fine
where are you?
i'm with her now and the room we're in's sealed with salt
both of us are mostly fine
where are you?
[ she freezes up at the sound of her name. not that it's really her name that does it, but the tone. the emphasis he puts on it. when her eyes find the video screen again all she sees is scott looking...different. serious. it's not all that often she sees him set his jaw like that, and in some ways it calms her down. slows her down enough that she can see the way his face changes when he starts talking again.
and not focus on the way her chest starts to tighten, her eyes start to burn. she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her face as straight as she can, but even then it probably doesn't work all that well. ]
Scott- [ stop. this is too much for her to hear right now, bringing in too many emotions when she's trying to remain calm. ] I'm not going to die. I can take care- [ but then she bites her lip, exhales through her nose to hide how dangerously close her jaw was to trembling. from frustration, from fear, from everything she's been building up since she got back to beacon hills - she's not sure what's to blame, but whatever it is, she won't let it take over.
not completely. not now. ] That's not fair. You know that's not fair. [ breathe, allison. breathe. ] What about you? You're hurt, you're exhausted, these aren't just normal dogs... what am I supposed to do if you die?
[ when her voice cracks over the you she has to look away from the video, use the back of her hand to wipe at the corners of her eyes. the disappointment she feels in herself coils tightly in her gut, and she stares up at the ceiling for another few moments as she pulls herself back together. ]
I'm coming downstairs.
and not focus on the way her chest starts to tighten, her eyes start to burn. she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her face as straight as she can, but even then it probably doesn't work all that well. ]
Scott- [ stop. this is too much for her to hear right now, bringing in too many emotions when she's trying to remain calm. ] I'm not going to die. I can take care- [ but then she bites her lip, exhales through her nose to hide how dangerously close her jaw was to trembling. from frustration, from fear, from everything she's been building up since she got back to beacon hills - she's not sure what's to blame, but whatever it is, she won't let it take over.
not completely. not now. ] That's not fair. You know that's not fair. [ breathe, allison. breathe. ] What about you? You're hurt, you're exhausted, these aren't just normal dogs... what am I supposed to do if you die?
[ when her voice cracks over the you she has to look away from the video, use the back of her hand to wipe at the corners of her eyes. the disappointment she feels in herself coils tightly in her gut, and she stares up at the ceiling for another few moments as she pulls herself back together. ]
I'm coming downstairs.
yeah keep allison locked up in the room that sounds like it's not going to end badly
i'll try my best
uh
we need some of that goofer dust
sam told me about it, it's hoodoo or whatever
i tried to get some out of the closet but it literally spat out a goofy mask at me
i also need you not to die, dude. please be careful.
i'll try my best
uh
we need some of that goofer dust
sam told me about it, it's hoodoo or whatever
i tried to get some out of the closet but it literally spat out a goofy mask at me
i also need you not to die, dude. please be careful.
Edited 2013-08-07 04:47 (UTC)
[ He picks up things she doesn't think he notices - the pounding of her heart, strong even through the video feed. The sparkle of tears lining her eyes, the changes in breath. He notices, and it's like getting hit with a bus, straight through the heart. His mom told him to say what was on his heart all the time - in different ways, in new forms, in poetry, on trees, in a tattoo - but maybe he missed the mark here. Allison didn't want to hear it, apparently, and that stings something awful in itself. She didn't want his emotions.
He fucked up. He didn't lie, but maybe he shouldn't have told the truth.
He hurt her. She's crying and she's trying to be brave, and it's his fault. Scott lets out a sigh, sinking down to sit while resting against the door. The last thing he ever wanted to do - the first thing he promised he'd never do. He hurt her by saying how he feels.
Right. Not doing that again. ]
Don't - [ He shakes his head. He just keeps apologizing, he can never get anything right with her. He's hopeless and in love, and being in love is killing him on the inside. ] You're - you're right, as usual. [ a faint smile. ] That wasn't right. I mean, it was right, but I shouldn't have. I'm just tired, like you said.
[ And bloody and broken, and waiting for a chance to heal. A hand wipes over his face, covering his mouth for a moment before he goes to speak. ]
If you stay safe, I'll come up and meet you, okay? I think that's fair...
He fucked up. He didn't lie, but maybe he shouldn't have told the truth.
He hurt her. She's crying and she's trying to be brave, and it's his fault. Scott lets out a sigh, sinking down to sit while resting against the door. The last thing he ever wanted to do - the first thing he promised he'd never do. He hurt her by saying how he feels.
Right. Not doing that again. ]
Don't - [ He shakes his head. He just keeps apologizing, he can never get anything right with her. He's hopeless and in love, and being in love is killing him on the inside. ] You're - you're right, as usual. [ a faint smile. ] That wasn't right. I mean, it was right, but I shouldn't have. I'm just tired, like you said.
[ And bloody and broken, and waiting for a chance to heal. A hand wipes over his face, covering his mouth for a moment before he goes to speak. ]
If you stay safe, I'll come up and meet you, okay? I think that's fair...
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