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Who: OPEN
What: Some crates fell from the sky
Where: The Park, near the gazebo
When: Evening, day 42
Warnings: Injury, snakes, spiders, gore, violence, strong language, will update as needed
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The ropes tightly binding the metal crates together managed to keep the pyramid formation intact even as it impacted the ground. Each crate was about five feet by five feet and the entire pyramid stood at least two stories high. Some of them are empty, some aren't meant to be opened, but there are a few that contain something special.

If you can cut away the ropes and pry open the lids, you might find a real treasure! Or you might regret giving in to your curiosity. 

Don't forget to share, boys and girls.

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[stiling]

[ You know what sucks? Opening a crate and finding a terrible surprise inside. ]

[ You know what sucks even more? Opening a crate and finding an entire swarm of bees inside. ]

[ So, yeah! Okay! Stiles admits it! He ran! Fast and flailing and away from the box in question for a good long time until they dispersed, because he was really, really intent on finding the good stuff in these crates, but he was also really, really a fan of not being killed by bees. That was at the bottom of his to-do list. ]

[ You know what else sucked? Returning to your stash and catching some sleazy tattooed dude in the process of pilfering your hard-earned goods. ] Bro.

[tooghoulforschool]

[Normally he'd be gone by now. Take that shit and run.

Normally he didn't have a fuckin' laughing fit that knocked him right on his ass after watching some kid get chased by bees. Seriously, it takes a while to recover from that shit. His stomach still hurts! Clenched those abs up tight.

When the kid comes back, he's casually pawing through the packages of pasta and dehydrated items, searching for a nicotine fix specifically but figuring these'll do instead.] Bro? Got me confused for someone else, little man, I'm an only child.

[Unless you ask Ruby. Shhh.]

Can I help you, Honey?

[stiling]

Honey- [ And Stiles' face carefully screws up into something vaguely insulted, because he caught that, man, he knows what you just saw. Uncool. ]

[ Stiles scratches at a bee sting on the side of his neck, shaking his head as he approaches Ghoul. Slowly, just in case there's more bees hanging around. There aren't, but, uh, better safe than sorry. ] Pilferer! I earned this thing, man. Like, fair and square.

[tooghoulforschool]

[Holy shit, Stiles. Are you just made of hilarity? Sorry for laughing in your face, only he's not sorry.]

You didn't earn a damn thing, sweetheart. You turned tail and ran. Finders keepers, huh? Ain't that how it works in a survival situation? [He stands up out of his crouch, blocking Stiles' view of the crate.] How badly you wanna survive?

[stiling]

Yeah, the finder and respective beekeeper in this place being, uh, moi, [ and he points enthusiastically to himself, so much so that he rubs the poked place in his chest afterwards, oops. ] Generally, though, the whole being alive and having food thing, though? Surviving? Top of my list. Maybe that's just me, with the liking living. Come on. There's a ton of crates.

[tooghoulforschool]

Yeah. There's a ton of crates. [He grins and crosses his arms over his chest.] Go open up another one. Unless you wanted this one specifically. This one right here. My crate.

What'll ya give me for it?

[stiling]

[ HahahaHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA no. This actually happens on his face. ]

I specifically am looking for my crate. You know, the successfully un-bee'd one that potentially has Spaghettio's inside and/or Yodels? Where did you learn to share anyway? Satan's asshole?

[tooghoulforschool]

[Isn't this just adorable. Kid's got balls! Well... when they're not being crushed by Kobra's girl.

Ghoul pushes off the crate, swiping his thumb along the side of his nose, and stands directly in front of Stiles. Real close and personal. He looks him right in the eye.]

You still want this crate? You still wanna survive that badly?

[He ran away from the bees. Is he gonna run from Ghoul?]

[stiling]

[ That ought to have been a challenge he should be backing down from, rebel people and what he knows about the Killjoys; he had no idea how dangerous they could be, what kind of weapons he had on him. But Stiles stands his ground right firm, jaw squaring a little as he stares Ghoul down. ]

Yeah, I think I would really like that crate. Are you really gonna go there?

[ Kid's got balls. Kid's got pretty big balls. ]

[tooghoulforschool]

[Ghoul keeps staring for a while longer. It looks like he's gonna go there. Eventually, his hand shoots out to-- ... clap Stiles on the shoulder as he flashes him a smile.] All yours, Honey.

[He winks and lightly pats Stiles' cheek before stepping out of the way. He likes the cut of your jib. He's got moxie.]

Might wanna get those stings looked after.

[stiling]

[ The confusion in Stiles' face just after; he's not even phased (a little phased) by the smile or the wink, he just pauses... takes a step towards the crate, no, wait, doesn't, stops, turns to Ghoul and points a finger to him bizarrely. ]

Was that a test?

[tooghoulforschool]

Might've been. [Hahahahaha. Ha. Cute kid. He makes some pretty interesting expressions.] Guess you think you passed, huh? Or maybe it was a distraction. [He shrugs,] We'll never know.

[stiling]

I think I might've passed with flying colors, actually, admittedly. Think fast. [ He reaches into the crate and hucks a package of noodles at Ghoul. See that? Even after all the bullshit, he still throws him a bone for his time and effort. ] By the way: Looking for something or are you just reverting to crate piracy for shits and giggles?

[tooghoulforschool]

[Ghoul automatically snaps the package out of the air, smirking at Stiles. He's got a lot to learn, but all the raw elements are there. Cute kid. Good kid. Just a kid.]

Nothin' in particular. Nothin' specific. Man's gotta provide for his family, yanno? [He points at him with the noodles,] You the man of the house since we left?

[stiling]

[ Stiles laughs again. And laughs and laughs until the look just promptly drops off his face and into a ] No. I'm pretty sure that's still Lydia.

[tooghoulforschool]

[Aw fuck. Ghoul's laughing with him, and continues even when Stiles stops.] Always the redheads, huh? I feel your pain, little buddy, I do. We bust our asses and they still call the shots.

[He points, still chuckling,] Yours is way the fuck scarier. Don't know how you do it, kid.

[stiling]

[ Stiles holds up both hands, like 'I want no part in this' before he replies. ] Very carefully, and with lots of alcohol probably.

[ They drop as he starts pawing through the box. Green beans. Regular beans. Lots of BEANS but no ravioli. But he approaches the subject warily, knows there was some shit that went down in that field: ] Speaking of redheads, how's yours doing anyway?