cape_kore | Peter Rumancek } 001 } Day 122 } Video

[The view is just of white and flickering glimpses of the same stainless steel furniture at first, as if someone just dropped the phone on the floor -- ohwait. There's a hand, and some fingers pushing at the screen and muted curses, and then a face wayyyy too close to the camera. When it pulls back, there's a boy that can't be older than his late teens frowning.

He taps the screen.]

Is this thing on? Well, fuck it. Whatever. If you can hear this, then-- Shit, I dunno. Say something cute, sing me a line from your favorite song, or whatever it is kids do for kicks here.

[There's a shrug of his shoulders, and people don't understand how grateful they should be that he found clothes first. He's dressed in whatever he pulled out of the dresser, instead of just his boxers. He's hurt and confused and the pain is still raw on his face, in his slightly red eyes, even as he tries to play it off.]

So, what the fuck is this place, anyway? Some new, extra-fucked-up wing of the Godfrey Institute? Or is this some new brand of horror because life just doesn't suck enough? By the way-- yeah, I got the stalker-date love message: I'm still just not that into you.

So, right, anyway. Does anyone out there- if there is anyone out there- want to explain just what the fuck this place is and why I'm here?

[There's a pause.]

I don't like how this place smells.

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[He can smell her fear and he frowns, an expression that deepens as she stutters. Well, shit. He can only guess that he can pick out what he is as surely as he can tell it about her.

His hands come out of his pockets, held up, open-palmed.]

Look, it's fine. Leave if I make you uncomfortable. You didn't know.

[He shrugs his shoulders, turning to head back to his room. His life these days is just fucked.]

[She bites her lips, sorry for her immediate reaction.]

W-wait.

[She squeaks out the word, her fingers still playing with her crucifix.]

Wait, I... I'm Omega. It's... I -

[She's not sure how to explain it.]

A-are you an Alpha?

[He pauses and turns to look at her, although the way she talks makes him feel like the worst sort of person for scaring her like this. His blue eyes cast down at the ground; anything he can do to make her maybe not think that he's some sort of monster. He's had enough of monsters.

But then his eyes lift and he shakes his head.]

I've never met an Alpha. I, uh, I think one of my other uncles was? But I never met them.

[He's an Omega too.]

[Her eyes widen. Her hand squeezes the head of the cane. She can't imagine never meeting an alpha.]

But you grew up in a pack, didn't you? Someone had to be in charge?

[She licks her lips.]

There's... there's an Alpha here. His name is Derek. He took me in. He might... I don't know. Do the same for you?

No. I, uh... Shit.

[It's not a story he wants to tell, especially not to someone he just met, but he has to explain. He sighs and he lifts up the side of his shirt to reveal a tattoo on his ribs that looks like a stylized letter g.]

It stands for gadje, outsider. My uncle committed the worst sin of our people and my mother went with her brother when he was exiled, so... My uncle's really the only other wolf I've ever met. I briefly met one of the others, he uh, came to verify my uncle's death, but that's it.

[He shrugs, tries to look as if it's no big deal. But, no, it sucks. He's always been on his own, just him and his mother, and his uncle died not long after his change.]

[She cocks her head to the side. There's nothing...]

Did he attack the Alpha?

[Brigid waves at her leg and cane.]

I... got this for attacking mine. Well, former Alpha, now.

Worse. He killed family. They weren't even a wolf.

[He'd almost debated not telling her. But, she's a wolf too, and there's a part of him that just doesn't care anymore. He's so full of hurt and secrets and none of it matters anyway. Nicolae's sins aren't as painful as his own.]

It wasn't intentional, but laws are laws. Lynda says he was shifted and eating and uh, someone tried to literally take it from him... turns out that getting drunk and playing with the wolf on the full moon isn't the brightest idea.

[He shakes his head, reaching up and raking fingers through his hair as he leans against the wall.]

It was over before anyone could do anything.

[Her eyes widen.]

They... they taunted someone who didn't have control? And he was exiled for it? That's... No alpha would do that. Kill them, yes, but not exile, that's condemning others to death outside of the pack!

[Which brings in hunters and no Alpha worth anything would allow hunters in without reason. Not even Mark had done that, and she's beginning to see that he wasn't the Alpha she'd thought him.]

That's... The pack hangs out together. Would you like to join us?

It wasn't about control.

[Now it's Peter's turn to look confused.]

I mean, it's just... on the full moon there are some things where the wolf reacts first. Isn't it the same with you?

[But then he shrugs his shoulders.]

Yeah, I guess. It could be nice to you know, just to meet others.

Of course it's about control.

[She's just as confused.]

On the full moon, it's no different than any other time. Some things are heightened, of course, but no wolf in control would lash out at pack if they had control.

I dunno. Nicolae said it's different when you're actually a wolf, you know? I've never hurt anyone, but there are moments where it feels like it's just faster than I am.

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

I've never really had a pack so I wouldn't know.

[Ignore that sad look. That one, right there.]

[Brigid bites her lip. Her hand braces on the cane, letting her take some weight off her bad leg.]

That's not the way it works with us. But your world might be different. Most of the people here aren't from the same world. But Derek is fair. He doesn't turn away anyone, from what I've seen.

It'd be nice to meet him.

[Peter admits, a tilt of his head and a shrug of his shoulders as he looks at her. He's never met an Alpha and she makes him sound nice. Peter craves a pack, a family down to his heart, though it's something he's never talked about. It's such a huge part of why losing Letha hurts so much.

He lost her child too. And it wasn't his, wasn't blood, but it could have been his in all the ways that mattered. In truth, he loved that possibility more than he loved her.]

Stiles is the other one with us. He's human, but he doesn't mind wolves. He's loud and fidgety, but his heart is in the right place.

[She turns for where the pack has taken up residence together. They've all kinda conglomerated together, loosely. She wants to move in with Derek, she thinks. If he allows it.]

We had another... Isaac. Somehow, he got lost in the tunnels.

[He follows after her, his hands stuffed in his pockets, letting her lead, although there's still a certain degree of watching which way she leads. He doesn't like this place, the white walls, how its hard to get a sense of distance, how even scent seems a little strange.]

That sucks. Maybe he'll still turn up. It sounded like everyone's still settling in.

[She shakes her head and swallows.]

He never came out of the tunnels. We can't find his scent.

[She'd looked, at least. She's pretty sure Derek did as well.]

Maybe he got lost in the tunnels, didn't make it here. Someone said there was a town on the other side?

[He's trying to be optimistic here, mostly for her sake. At least a little bit because he just doesn't want to have to think about any more death, anymore loss.]

There is.

[Brigid's a little bitter about that.]

But the tunnels collapsed, and we couldn't get back to the town. If he's over there... he's alone. And no wolf should ever be alone.

Peter Rumancek } 001 } Day 122 } Video

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