Re: Currents

[runboyrun]

...

What? I got nothing.

He's dead. And Derek is broken in ways I don't even know if you can fix. And yeah, I've seen the comments circling about magical healing vaginas, but he needs help. Like, actual psychiatric help. I don't even think he wants to be fixed.

[He scrubs his fingers through his hair.]

But hey. Scott saved Deaton, right? That's a win? Except my Dad saw that whole thing, and he's probably freaking out, if he hasn't just cut to the heart attack already. And that means that every medical professional in Beacon Hills is back on the menu, including Scott's Mom.

I can't- I can't fix this. We're so out of our depth here, we can't even see the bottom. People are dying, and I can't-

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[suck_it_up_guy]

Sounds like someone needs a checkpoint breather, with optional pizza.

[runboyrun]

This is my checkpoint breather. In between the phenomenal amounts of shit pouring in from both sides.

[suck_it_up_guy]

Really?

[The raise of his eyebrows and slight cock of his head amounts to almost the same amount of sass as the Hale family manage.]

Come on, this isn't a breather, a real breather you get to wind down. I find meditation's pretty good.

[runboyrun]

[Stiles is an expert in Hale sass. It doesn't even faze him.]

Really.

Funnily enough, in between psycho Alphas trying to encourage my friends to get murdery on each other and the homicidal druid going around staving heads in and slashing throats and my dad about to figure it all out and watching people I care about die, I don't get in a lot of time to meditate.

Also I have ADHD.

[suck_it_up_guy]

Well aren't you just right outta a horror flick...

[He pauses and hums, debating silently for a moment before folding his arms and giving a firm nod.]

You've got time now. C'mon, I'll see what I can teach you, because you good sir need some relaxation before you get back into the game.

[runboyrun]

You...

Seriously?

[suck_it_up_guy]

I'll have you know I'm the mentor of the best fighter in Toronto. Where do you think he got his tricks from?

[Wallace slumps onto the floor and crosses his legs, patting the spot next to him.]

Give it a try, and if it's a no go then I'll still buy you chill out pizza. Win win situation right, guy?

[runboyrun]

[He considers this. Taps his foot against the floor while he weighs up his options.]

I get to choose the topping.

[And he slumps right down next to him, because hey, free pizza.]

[suck_it_up_guy]

[He gives a nod with a slight smirk, his hands on his own knees.]

Fair enough.

[Sitting up slightly, he stretches, letting everything pop that needs to. But above all else - blood flow.]

Relaxation and circulation are the key in meditation - gotta be able to sit still for a long time. But, for you, baby steps. So take a good long stretch, hell go to town on that bad boy, just to get your body less tense.

[runboyrun]

[Aaand straight away with the feeling weird. He gives him a petulant look, then rolls his shoulders a couple of times, until they give a crack. Next, he pops his knuckles.]

There. Happy?

[skybluejeep]

Hnngh. For real.

God damn it. Everything sucks and is sucky.

[suck_it_up_guy]

You need to stretch too - encourage blood flow. Come on, you only get your pizza if you don't half ass it.

[He frowned and folded his arms.]

This isn't for my benefit, you're way too young for my tastes. Maybe a couple of years ago though..

[runboyrun]

...I would make some witty comment about 'you're telling me', but unless you're a weird pod person, you're already having that witty thought anyway.

[He sighs.]

I was just telling Isaac how no dead people equalled a win for our side. I guess that means we lost that round.

...Yeah. Felt like a loss.

[runboyrun]

Fine, fine.

[He does some stretching - half-assed stretching - then settles back with another sour little look.]

Please. If I can protect my butt-ginity from Peter Hale, you don't stand a chance.

[suck_it_up_guy]

[Eurgh. Well, what was he gonna do? He'd get there someday.]

That's only just passable. Good enough for now.

[He closes his eyes, and yet his eyebrows remain incredibly expressive.]

You're focusing on using your 'chi', 'energy', 'mana'; whatever you wanna call it, and you're dispelling the toxic energy and replacing it with new fresh energy. Most of it comes down to having a good imagination for visualising.

2/2

[suck_it_up_guy]

Please, my special attribute is turning anyone. You reek of bi-curiosity.

To word it more effectively, you're too underage.

Re: 2/2

[runboyrun]

[And his sour look extends for a few more seconds.]

Right. Because of course, commenting on my sexuality doesn't reek of pedo creeper at all.

[Huffing out a breath of air, he mentally attempts to settle himself down.]

Kinda like the 'be the spark' stuff Deaton was talking about. Only without the actual making anything happen.

[skybluejeep]

Big time loss. Big. I...I mean we were never really friends. But it's still...shit.

I'm beginning to understand why Dad has such a huge liquor cabinet.

[runboyrun]

Sad thing is, it's not Boyd that gets me. I mean... he's dead. And it sucks. But for him, the bad part's over. But Derek, and Cora... She was full-on sobbing, and I don't think I've ever seen Derek look that wrecked.

[skybluejeep]

Yeah. No kidding.

And not only that, but now he's got the blood of a Beta on his...hands. Claws. Whatever. So now the Alpha pack can practically claim him as their own forever. Which is so many levels of bad I can't even describe it.

[suck_it_up_guy]

[Wallace gives a huff an opens one eye just a sliver to glare at the teen.]

God damnnit, you know guy, there's a difference between being aware and commenting on something like that and being aware and acting on it like a creeper. No one takes observations as just observations anymore. It's always gotta be with undertones of: 'I want in your pants'.

[Giving a little huff Wallace focuses on the task at hand, shaking his head.]

Sort of yeah. You ever gotten the feeling of the motion of waves along your skin when you're relaxing? Think like that, imagine all the energy slowly working it's way to your fingertips, your toes, any part of you that's touching the ground and then imagine this toxic energy leaving your body and into the ground. Take as long as you need.

[runboyrun]

I don't care how many betas he kills - Well, I do. Of course I do. But even if he killed all of them, that still doesn't make him part of the Alpha Pack, not unless he chooses to be. And I don't think he will, I think he'd actually prefer the alternative.

[skybluejeep]

God, I hope you're right. We're right. Right now, that feels impossible.

Also, that Scott is all gung-ho about telling Dad about werewolves is really freaking me out. I want him...to stay normal. To stay safe. And he's gonna be so damn pissed off. Hnnnnngh sucks.

[runboyrun]

You were threatening to 'gay me up', if I wasn't so young.

[His own frown is more irked than petulant now.]

Implying that there's anything wrong with my sexuality now. Which, aside from being absolutely none of your business, isn't limited to concepts like 'that's a dude. I must not be attracted to that'.

[He kind of wants to push the issue further - in a liberal town like Beacon Hills, being bisexual inevitably means gearing yourself for the homophobia that never comes. Funny, he never thought he'd be getting scrutinised from the other side of the fence.

Still, he makes himself take a deep, calming breath.]

I suppose it's not helpful to say that no, I've never had that feeling? I get the feeling of ants crawling up my skin, but that makes me twitch and fidget.

[runboyrun]

If I'm right, the Alpha Pack are going to try and kill him. Kali's been itching to do it. I just hope he's actually gonna fight back, because the way he looked after Boyd... Yeah.

Damned right he's gonna be pissed. Think he'd let us out of house arrest in time to graduate?