Day 44; Video 001

[bostonhowler]

[She is disoriented. The odors here are so different and she can’t find the smells of the pack. Her fingers flutter nervously, pushing escaped tendrils of bright red hair out of her face.

She looks almost panicked and on the edge of tears. Brown eyes lock on the bracelet thing around her wrist. Brigid bites her lower lip.]

I don’t want a house. I have one. I don’t need another one. I’m staying with my aunt and uncle. Mark and Anne Hannigan, from Cambridge. Can someone please direct me to the nearest bus station?

[She swallows and turns away. Her brown eyes find the feed again. They shine with unshed tears. Her curly red hair flutters around her face. One blunt-nailed hand rises and brushes tendrils back behind her ear. Brigid isn’t wearing makeup and is drowned in a bomber jacket with several military patches on it. Her eyes flicker out over the area around the fountain.

She nearly curls in on herself.]

Can anyone hear me? I need to get home. Please. If you can tell me how to get home… I’d appreciate it.

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[stiling]

[ There's a half a grin that wrings out of Stiles then, a little pleased. It's not often you come across another cop's kid, and there's immediately a kind of kinship there, even if he takes a note of that 'was', to come back to later. ]

Yeah? What division, what was he?

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid loves hanging with other cop-kids. They understand things that others don't.]

A-15, street patrol, third shift out of Bunker Hill Street. He was also Special Operations.

[stiling]

Yeah? Whoa, big leagues going on here. Mine's sheriff, um. Over at Beacon Hills in California.

He's not anymore? A cop. Your dad. I mean.

[bostonhowler]

I've never heard of it, but I've never been out of Massachusetts, except for the annual family trip.

[A momentary silence.]

No, he was killed in the line a couple of years ago.

[Best lie there is. It sounds better than "Our Alpha killed him and I don't know why."]

[stiling]

Small town. [ That's okay, Brigid, Stiles has never been out of California either, so they're even. Besides, he's a little more distracted by the latter of what she says, an apologetic hand scrubbing over his chin. ]

Wow, that's- Kinda my worst nightmare right there, I guess I- sorta know how you feel. [ But not really. His dad's alive. ] I'm sorry, Brigid.

[bostonhowler]

I think Da would've liked being a cop in a small town better. After he left the service, he thought about moving, but because of family we stayed.

[Pack stays with pack. He wasn't going to make her go Omega with him.]

It's okay, but thank you. My uncle took me in, hence me being so worried about getting back.