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sometimes life takes you by the hair
Who: Stiles and Brigid Finn
What: Stiles is taking this scouting thing to heart- by himself. Nothing can go wrong, right?
When: Day 54, mid-afternoon?
Where: The outskirts of the town, making way into the woods.
Warnings: Swearing, probably. Who knows!?
He knows the woods aren't safe. He's not an idiot.
There's a part of Stiles (and he says it's a part but it's kind of a whole of him, really, when he gets down to it) that really misses the old times, back in Beacon Hills before all the crazy happened, before werewolves, way before kidnappings. Simpler times! Of just woods gallivanting, perhaps a flashlight or so. He went treading through that shit all the time, hikes or whatever, because it was just something to do, it was there, and it was easy but it wasn't boring. And Scott was there.
Stiles really missed Scott.
So in a fit of nostalgia, sure, he was in the woods - or just barely, because every step in made him think he was hearing bears or tigers or flying barracudas or whatever the hell else was out there in the trees, hiding in wait for someone to try to make their way downtown. He had a bow and arrows and, sure, he barely knew how to use it but it was there just in case.
What: Stiles is taking this scouting thing to heart- by himself. Nothing can go wrong, right?
When: Day 54, mid-afternoon?
Where: The outskirts of the town, making way into the woods.
Warnings: Swearing, probably. Who knows!?
He knows the woods aren't safe. He's not an idiot.
There's a part of Stiles (and he says it's a part but it's kind of a whole of him, really, when he gets down to it) that really misses the old times, back in Beacon Hills before all the crazy happened, before werewolves, way before kidnappings. Simpler times! Of just woods gallivanting, perhaps a flashlight or so. He went treading through that shit all the time, hikes or whatever, because it was just something to do, it was there, and it was easy but it wasn't boring. And Scott was there.
Stiles really missed Scott.
So in a fit of nostalgia, sure, he was in the woods - or just barely, because every step in made him think he was hearing bears or tigers or flying barracudas or whatever the hell else was out there in the trees, hiding in wait for someone to try to make their way downtown. He had a bow and arrows and, sure, he barely knew how to use it but it was there just in case.