Stiles Stilinski (
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paradisalogs2012-10-05 04:20 pm
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Truth be told I’m still just scared as hell
Who: Stiles Stilinski & You
What: An open nightmare
When: Nightmare plot
Where: In... dreams?
Rating: R for a lot of death
[The minute you enter his dream you're on the floor of a hallway, body paralyzed from the neck down. It's ever so slowly starting to wear off and you find you can move bit by agonizing bit. It's not easy to even lift a finger.
Stiles is on the floor and slowly crawling his way to the open room. He might be painfully, painfully slow, but there are sounds of pain. Sounds that are distinctly his father's
A certain well dressed man has Stiles' father by the throat. The man has sharp, sharp claws and is beginning to draw blood.]
You know, you really should have taken that offer when you had the chance, Stiles. We could have avoided this.
[Stiles can only glare up at Peter.
And despite the fact that Peter has claws at the Sheriff's throat, he's pinning Stiles with a look of complete disgust.]
I knew it. It's your fault. It's always been your fault. Look what you've done!
[And at that Stiles seems to shrink back.]
[ooc: The NPC Peter will be in red, the NPCs associated with your character's loved ones will be in blue.
If you want the NPCs to pick apart their failures or insecurites PM me or IM me what to say.]
What: An open nightmare
When: Nightmare plot
Where: In... dreams?
Rating: R for a lot of death
[The minute you enter his dream you're on the floor of a hallway, body paralyzed from the neck down. It's ever so slowly starting to wear off and you find you can move bit by agonizing bit. It's not easy to even lift a finger.
Stiles is on the floor and slowly crawling his way to the open room. He might be painfully, painfully slow, but there are sounds of pain. Sounds that are distinctly his father's
A certain well dressed man has Stiles' father by the throat. The man has sharp, sharp claws and is beginning to draw blood.]
You know, you really should have taken that offer when you had the chance, Stiles. We could have avoided this.
[Stiles can only glare up at Peter.
And despite the fact that Peter has claws at the Sheriff's throat, he's pinning Stiles with a look of complete disgust.]
I knew it. It's your fault. It's always been your fault. Look what you've done!
[And at that Stiles seems to shrink back.]
[ooc: The NPC Peter will be in red, the NPCs associated with your character's loved ones will be in blue.
If you want the NPCs to pick apart their failures or insecurites PM me or IM me what to say.]
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Stiles!
[Then she notices the other two men.]
HEY! Stop!
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[God, this is just like the Arena ...]
[Focus, Everdeen. The man there - he has someone important to Stiles, that much she can tell. But what's worse? There's Prim. There's Peeta, and Gale, all lying limp upon the floor. She grunts, twitching her finger, trying to move towards the man with the claws.]
Not ... his ... fault.
[What was this stuff? She felt like she was trying to move her body through mud from the neck down. Either way, make them focus on her]
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He tries to move a finger, and manages to wiggle his pointer finger slightly. This is bad. This is really bad. There's got to be a way to stop it... to get Peter's attention...
All he can think of is to call out. ]
STOP!!