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Open because Stiles can't work the comm properly yet.

Uh... hey, is that Ellen?

[Behold Stiles' most charming smile. Which is actually pretty darned charming, considering how much practice it's gotten with getting him out of sticky situations.]

So, I was talking to a guy who said that talking to you would be a good place to start if I was looking into learning how not to get my ass kicked. Because not gonna lie, that would be useful information for me to have, considering my history.

I'm Stiles, by the way.

Current Mood: hopeful

finallychosen

[Isaac is sitting on his bed, staring at the ceiling, biting at his bottom lip when the feed flicks on, fingers drumming on the bedspread. There's a maybe over-dramatic roll of his eyes.]

So, uh hi. Is this thing on?

[He eyes the device a little bit dubiously, his fingers fidgeting with the fringe of his scarf.]

Uhm, anyway. Kore, hunh? Maybe it's just me, but that recording sounded not-so-friendly. Kind of rather threatening.

[There's a hint of strain in his voice, because he doesn't really know how to do alone. And if he's ever been alone, this is it.]

Anyway. Hi. I'm Isaac. I figured maybe.. there might be other people out there.

[There's a vague wave of fingers before the feed clicks off.]

runboyrun

[Well, waking up to an asphalt pillow is not the worst experience of Stiles' life, but it's still mighty unpleasant. Enough so that he doesn't notice the device strapped to his wrist until he's dragged himself to his feet and reached into his pocket for his phone. Which is missing.

He raises his wrist, staring at the device for a moment, then begins pushing buttons.]

Cape- What the hell? How drunk did I get last night?

[He doesn't realise it's broadcasting, so enjoy a nice, bumpy view of the ground and Stiles' legs as he walks, everyone!]

Hello? Hello?! Where the hell am I?

Current Mood: confused

bostonhowler

[Brigid is looking a bit frazzled. She'd come to the house to find a few things, maybe use the kitchen, and talk to her friend. The problem is, Charlie's scent is fading. There's something wrong. And she isn't sure where her friend is.]

Has anyone seen Charlie McGee?

She isn't at the house and I can't find her anywhere around the town, or in the woods. I've been busy, but she's normally pretty easy to find.

[She bites her lip.]

House ten is empty. If you've seen her, or if she's out there, please contact me?

intelligently

[ The face of one redhead that you might have seen before (but not for a few days). One that looks just a little freaked out (though is that any different to her regular face here?) ]

I don't know what's worse. Coming back here or what I came from.

[ It's not really the kind of thought you want to hear, or echo, but it's what she's wondering. It's what's on her mind, anyway.

It's late. She's been back for a few hours, and after getting back to her house and room she's tried to see (at least externally) what's changed. It doesn't look like a lot but: ]

I don't suppose that anything's changed around here? A mall opening, or a permanent door out? Or even less monsters.

[ Because please, there's enough back home without everything in the woods ]

( PRIVATE. Charlie Bradbury | Dean Winchester )

You're still here, right?

ofwolfandman

[ The video comes on at a rather awkward angle, namely a slightly out-of-focus close-up of the small of someone's back, white t-shirt rucked up to show blurry tattooed skin. This is accompanied by audio, of course, which currently consists of a lot of cursing in both English and a language that might sound Slavic to anyone familiar with such things, while the person struggles with their position. Then the video shuts off again.

When it comes back, the position is really no less awkward, looking upward from somewhere near hip level, but there's finally a face to go with the voice - a face with a split lip, a black eye, and a scowl - before there's a growl and another minute of darkness and-- ]

Take me out to the middle of nowhere. Leave me in the tíživý handcuffs. Very funny, vy kusy dreka.

[ The camera is finally in front of him, taking in a glare and an angry show of just slighty too-sharp teeth. ]

What is this, then? Exile? Prison camp? One joke about animal control, Sheriff, and I swear. I will rip your ničvredenný face off. Give you a legitimate reason for this-- [ He sways a little, expression going a bit unfocused, tired even, and he pauses to collect himself before the rest comes out quieter, more matter-of-fact than energetically enraged. ] The Senate still votes tomorrow, with or without me. Branka can stand in my place. She's good, fierce... [ He trails off as his free hand gingerly touches the back of his head and he winces, the process of sitting himself down on the ground a bit too heavy. ] Úprimně? Just once, if I could be taken into custody without being concussed.

packpapa

[ It's still early morning, but he's no longer in Beacon Hills, and he doesn't need to reach out with werewolf senses to figure that much out. He can scent fear and desperation, but no immediate threat, which helps in remaining calm. Not knowing where he is or how someone brought him here worries him, though, especially with the alpha pack looming nearer; he's more concerned about what they might do with him out of the way, leaving the town open and vulnerable to attack.

But at least he appears to be here alone, no one around him that he knows to get hurt, because he's lost too much already and doesn't think he can take another hit so soon. Still, he's out of his territory, away from what's left of his pack, and, alpha or not, he's weak, here, like this.

He looms onto the small screen, brow tightly knitted and eyes glaring daggers, voice deep and demanding, carrying an air of confidence of a leader, even if he's currently in doubt, and one that would make someone think twice about questioning unless they happened to be suicidal. ]

Let's get this over with. [ Nothing he's picking up on suggests that his captors know of what he is, but he's not ruling it out; he's not going to make an announcement about it, either. ] Tell me what it is that you want. If it's within reason, I'll help. But if it's not... [ He lowers his head, cracks his neck one way and then the other somewhat threatening, hands out of shot, but curling into tight fists, fighting to keep the claws in, and then looks back into the thing with a slight twist to his lips, like he's got a secret he's dying to share in the worst way. ] Well, let's just say that you're not going to like the outcome.

[ If he's taking a little satisfaction in the fact he's figured out the network device and is actually communicating over it since there's no one around to ask at present - well, sometimes it's the small victories, and it helps distract him from the fear of being removed from familiar territory. ]

So, what is it going to be?

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