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poly_chromatic2013-08-06 09:38 pm
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[Isaac’s face appears on the device, looking troubled and confused. He scratches the back of his head pensively while thinking of the right words to say.]
Uh, hey, I guess? I literally just got here, wherever here is, and I’m kinda lost. If anyone could help me get back home it’d be great. [He sighs]
There’s a lot going on back home and I’m worried about my p- [He cuts the word off] My friends.
I mean, there has to be some way to get back, right? Even though I don’t remember how I got here...
[He’s quite clearly at a loss. Its been a while since he had to deal with things by himself and he finds himself caught off guard by the sudden feeling that he was lacking something he didn’t realise he was relying so heavily on. He drops his arm, taking his face momentarily out of sight while breathing deeply, trying to come to some kind of decision of where to go, what to do when he catches a familiar scent, one that he’s had to track before.
Suddenly his face comes back into view, some degree of nervous excitement spanning across his features, after all if he was right then that means he wasn’t totally alone.]
This might sound weird but uh, Stiles... are you here?
[He stares into the screen of the communicator as if trying to will the other boy into existence because if Stiles was here, and Isaac definitely knew that scent then that meant that other people could be here, his pack.
He wouldn’t risk howling, not right now at least in the unfamiliar territory but it was something he kept in the back of his mind while heading in the direction of the nearest building.]
Uh, hey, I guess? I literally just got here, wherever here is, and I’m kinda lost. If anyone could help me get back home it’d be great. [He sighs]
There’s a lot going on back home and I’m worried about my p- [He cuts the word off] My friends.
I mean, there has to be some way to get back, right? Even though I don’t remember how I got here...
[He’s quite clearly at a loss. Its been a while since he had to deal with things by himself and he finds himself caught off guard by the sudden feeling that he was lacking something he didn’t realise he was relying so heavily on. He drops his arm, taking his face momentarily out of sight while breathing deeply, trying to come to some kind of decision of where to go, what to do when he catches a familiar scent, one that he’s had to track before.
Suddenly his face comes back into view, some degree of nervous excitement spanning across his features, after all if he was right then that means he wasn’t totally alone.]
This might sound weird but uh, Stiles... are you here?
[He stares into the screen of the communicator as if trying to will the other boy into existence because if Stiles was here, and Isaac definitely knew that scent then that meant that other people could be here, his pack.
He wouldn’t risk howling, not right now at least in the unfamiliar territory but it was something he kept in the back of his mind while heading in the direction of the nearest building.]
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It's not hard to get used to. [ Living here, not being okay with living here. ] She's doing her best. Everyone's nice. And helpful. [ Mostly! ]
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[He wasn't even sure if that counted as TMI considering the body pile up recently.]
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[He almost feels like he's jinxing himself asking.]
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Awesome, so we get to leave one deadly town for a deadly city.
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I guess I'm safer than some others.
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Maybe. [ But, probably not. ] And my mom doesn't know about the motel. She's from after that but I never told her, so don't. I don't want her worrying more then she already is.
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Good, she doesn't need that in her head. [Really the collective almost-suicides of the pack is something he himself doesn't dwell on.]
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I was freaking out when I first got here, thinking I was alone.
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[His totally non-emotive way of saying without the pack he has nothing, it wasn't exactly like he had a lot of friends before the bite.]
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There's also no school. Anywhere.
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No school? Wow... what do people do here? [Because right now his formula looked like this : no darach + no alpha pack + no school = what did he do with his life?]
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They work. They have lives. Try to get through curses when they happen. I took over the animal shelter. I'm working on converting it. [ Or, he was. ]
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