scott mccall is the hot girl
[ As the device slides out of his pocket, the friction turns it on. He's hit the ground hard as if he were just in the middle of parkour, jumping against the wall then down. But, all his strength, hair - even his eyes are normal when the feed turns on and he lays next to it. He moves a second later, hand finding the device - the video still going as he scrambles to his feet.

What follows is every found footage film's chase scene as he takes off running. The first door he reaches, he tries it, the feed picking up impatient legs. He moves to the next one. It opens and he slams it shut behind him.

He breathes heavily for a minute. He coughs.

He's made it into a restaurant. He leaves the lights off but heads back into the bathroom, turning that light on. He sets his device on the edge of the sink and lifts up his shirt. From an angle a big bruise can be seen along his side. He touches his fingers to it and seethes.

Dropping his shirt, he picks his device up. It's recording. ]


Anybody out there worried, I'm fine. I'm in one of the cafes. Can people I know check in? Anyone at the hospital, can you tell me if Melissa McCall is okay? She's a nurse.

[ Bringing the device up, he switches the feed ]

[ private to beacon hills, peter rumanczek

[ He breathes heavily. ]

There's another eclipse. I don't know how long it's going to last but I'm not a werewolf right now. I went through this once. It's what happens to us during the Lunar Eclipse.

Derek, you out there?

Stiles, Lydia - try to stay inside. It's not safe out there and I can't protect you right now.

I have to get to the hospital...

[ ooc: Because of the lunar eclipse, the Teen Wolf wolves are currently powerless, including Scott midfight with a Boney. ]
 
 
Dr. Marie Delacroix :: Engineering
22 October 2013 @ 11:58 am
[ Marie has been plagued by this nightmare before. It follows her everywhere, some days it catches her off guard and she reacts, thrown back into that horrible place that had reeked of decaying flesh. A flashback, a post traumatic reaction. Some days she knows it is all a dream, an illusion, and reliving the horrors does nothing more than deaden already withered emotions. Some days she doesn't care which is which, and she lashes out at nothing at all. ]

[ The nightmare is always there, lurking just at the corner of her vision, a creeping wall of flesh that tries to subsume everything in its path. Not only its body, but its mind: singing a hypnotic song which promises the power and glory of the collective. ]

[ Today, Marie knows it is all a lie, but it is a charade that can cause harm to her, and to others. She has no choice but to wearily take up her gun once more. There is never any choice. ]