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r-r-roadtrip

{The Road Trip Meme!!}

It's that time of the year again! You decided to take a road trip!
Either to your friends, relative, or perhaps an event,
but oh, my goodness, what will happen along the way?
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Situations:

1. BREAK DOWN

Oh, snap, your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?2. TRUCK STOP

You've stopped at a gas station. They're out of gas, snacks and the bathrooms are out of order. Wat do. (Zombie attack optional.)3. HITCHHIKERS?

Is this even a good idea? Why is their backpack leaking suspicious substances? Go wild.4. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT?

Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... or I think that was a deer.5. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND!

Alas, you're the parent or the disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the back.6. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK!

No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.7. THE GREAT ESCAPE

Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.8. MAKE OUT~

You're now parked in one of the make-out points in this town. Did you know? Well, that's up to you, as is what you do next.9. WE'RE SO LOST

The map blew away when you were stupid enough to open the windows earlier. You know that old stereotype about how men never ask for directions but women will? Time to see if you're going to prove it right or not. Try not to fight over it too much, driving partners.10. BUT OFFICER...

Those flashing lights in your rearview mirror? Definitely not just for decoration.
Relationship (optional):

1. BUSINESS PARTNERS: The jet was undergoing some heavy repairs, so you have to drive to that big meeting.

2. BFFS/ROOMIES: On your last hurrah before you join the 'real world.'

3. NEWLYWEDS: You're a young couple on your honeymoon! Hope this doesn't ruin your relationship.

4. SIBLINGS: Whether this is a trip to reconnect or to fix things or to just deepen your bond as epic sibs is up to you.

5. PARENT & CHILD: It's like a family vacation for the two of you. try not to get on each other's nerves too much?

(taken from memeonic & arspaulina @ lj)

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[ Good. Thomas can backseat drive all he wants, okay? Just leave the wheel alone. ]

Uh huh. [ That's why he has got Thomas around, he can be more methodical when it comes to the spur of the moment ideas.

And yeah, that's true too. ] We stick together, we get out of there.

[ Thomas has never seen Jeepers Creepers has he? Or Children of the Corn. Actually - a lot of horror movies feature corn fields... and churches, though whether or not that is influenced by the American south and Gothic he has no clue.

And the point about the house, only Thomas has seen it so far. It might just be the perfect setting for body snatchers, or some masked man waving a chainsaw though, they'll just have to wait and see. ]

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[He will if you turn on time.

As for what Stiles says next, Thomas just looks at him and smiles, remaining like that for a moment before nodding.] Yeah. Couldn't be any other way, right? We stick together, we get out of here. [And then he is looking to the windshield instead.

... There's really a lot of corn.] ... Or we die trying.

[He might? Are those the movies Stiles sometimes puts on at night on his laptop? Because he has sort of perfected the art of sleeping with his eyes half-closed, so, erm. He... might have missed them. ~~He definitely missed them.~~

And Stiles worries too much.]

Take a right, next time you can.

[There, see? You've got time to turn now. And, when you do, they should see the house, at the end of the road.]

[ Compromise? Thomas gives earlier directions, and keeps his hands off while Stiles is driving, and he'll make sure the directions are followed. ]

Yep. That's the way we're doing this. Or the way we would be doing this. [ If this was actually happening.

And die trying? Good pep talk. He side-eyes Thomas.

Which is why they're even having this conversation in the first place. There is a whole world of horror based tropes out there Thomas is missing out on. Not that every movie he watches is good - the b-list horror is kind of terrible, actually. Weird isn't it? How those movies put Thomas to sleep, while he's just fascinated.

Is there such a thing? ]

Okay.

[ This works. Keep it up. ]

[Deal.]

It's the way we always do everything. [So it's really not something new.

And well, as opposed to dying anyway if they stay there? It sounds pretty damn good to him. He does feel Stiles' eyes on him, though. Can't tell if he is judging him for the words or not.

And well, for someone who doesn't like blood very much, Stiles really enjoys those movies. Thomas is more into action/adventure? Comedy is okay, too. But yeah, it is pretty interesting, how their tastes vary like that. He just gets bored easily with those.

Yes, there is. You are its personification.

And good.]

There-- That's the house.

[Riiiiight there, at the end of the road.]

[ No, it definitely isn't. Whether it's getting themselves into trouble, or out of it. They really don't stray far from each other.

He's definitely judging at least a little. Because okay - they'll do something, but he'll rather they make it through regardless of what's going on at the time.

He doesn't really enjoy slasher flicks, and let's just say he will never ever ever ever ever watch more of the Saw franchise. Looking it up online is different.

Uh uh. There has to be someone out there who can worry better than he does. ]

That's it?

[ Looking at the building he frowns. It doesn't look too terrible, though there's no car parked anywhere he can see.

He pulls into the drive, shutting off the engine. ]

It doesn't look too bad. [ Not that he makes a move to get out of the jeep. ]

[Not at all. Not ever. Not since Thomas can remember, at least.

Well, dying would be, of course, a very last resort, which wouldn't even be a resort because they would be trying to get away. Since, well, yes, he doesn't have a death wish. But there's that possibility. So just try your hardest so it doesn't happen.

Most of it is so obviously fake, too.

Not that Thomas knows, no.

And he nods at the question, looking at the building as they approach. Nice yellow.]

What were you expecting? [And he is opening the door, himself, getting out and closing it again. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around.

He looks back at the car.]

Are you coming?

[ Not since they were able to toddle around by themselves.

As long as it stays that way, and yeah, they both will have to try their hardest to avoid it, possibility or not.

That's a very good point. It blunts a lot of the impact, compared to say photos from a crime scene. ]

A house. It's a lot newer looking than I though it would be.

[ He's still studying the place when Thomas gets out of the car, only scrambling out of his seat when he asks if Stiles was going to follow. ]

And of course I am. [ Duh, dummy. ]

[And even before that. Mom always used to say that it was a nightmare before they managed to make Thomas let go of Stiles' hand or wrist when they were just babies. If they took his brother away, he'd just cry his heart out until they put him back down next to him. She said it was cute, dad said it was a nightmare, mainly when it came to diaper changing times.

Of course.

Which are yet another sort of things that Thomas doesn't understand how Stiles enjoys, really.]

Because you're already making horror stories in your head.

[He snorts a little at the scrambling before looking back at the house again. From the windows, at least, there doesn't seem to be any movement inside.

He thinks about trying the front door, but well, he did promise to look around first, so. He looks back at Stiles.

Lead the way?]

[ It did make finding them easy: even when they wandered off, their parents could always count on finding the other nearby. Two kids are harder to hide than just one. And Stiles can imagine just how messy it got with them flailing around, fussing and crying.

Because it's fun. Getting to scare yourself without actually being in any danger, and it's not like there isn't any point to every film. (Hitchcock was good at the psychological horror, seriously - he loves those movies.) ]

Call it being prepared. [ He breathes out, giving the house the same sweep Thomas had. And yeah, it really doesn't seem like there's anyone who would have seen them drive up.

And the place isn't fenced up - so he's not expecting them to run into a dog, or some other animal.

Meeting Thomas's eyes, he nods. Let's check things out.

He keeps an eye on the house as he starts circling around one side. ]

[In that sense, without a doubt. And well, according to mom, it only started working once they started doing it at the same time. That way Thomas wouldn't be crying and flailing all the time because Stiles would be there, so things ran a bit more smoothly.

He meant the crime scene photos. And he gets it, it just bores him. Or maybe he just falls asleep easily? (And those are too old, too weird. Neat in the sense that he already managed to do some of that stuff back then, but that's about it.)]

Uh huh. [He sighs, looking the house over again, before waiting for Stiles to go. And, once he does, he follows closely behind.] What are we looking for, exactly?

[ That must have been a pain to find a changing area big enough for both of them and all the baby supplies. Especially when they weren't home.

He likes to keep an eye on what their dad's doing. Not that the Sheriff leaves things around - but that's why they've got the radio and know the codes to the safe. At least one of them does. (Different tastes.) ]

Signs someone lives here, if there are other buildings on the property, someone out back. [ He shrugs, throwing glances back towards the windows of the house as they get around to the back door and deck, which backs out into - you guessed it - more corn fields. ]

We can try knocking if we don't find anyone.

[Their bed. Not being home, though, would have certainly been a problem.

Thomas knows the code to the safe, too, but he doesn't pay much attention to the radio. He is not so much into the crime-solving scene, but he does visit their dad on the shooting range sometimes. (At least where this is concerned, yup.)]

Shouldn't we have checked the trash can for that? [He keeps following, eyes going from Stiles to the house, again, and then to the corn fields, whenever the wind passing through catches his attention.

... Not sure he'd like to live in a place like this.]

I'm beginning to wonder if they know the way out of here themselves. [Or if, you know, they were just someone who got as lost as they did and eventually decided to settle and just build their little home and live off of corn for the rest of their life or something.

After all, there's no car anywhere that they can see.]

[ Not to mention there's only one change table, and it's usually in the ladies room.

There's so much on the radio, even on slow nights. And well - it lets him keep track of where dad is, which had been what he'd used it for at first. ]

Do you want to? [ It's summer, and the bins are kept outside. Sealed against inquisitive wildlife, sure, but it certainly won't be the most pleasant of things to check out, even without lifting the lid.

And to imagine, back home was slow enough. ]

They've got to. Unless they're living entirely off corn, there has to be at least a supermarket somewhere nearby.

[One of them would have to stay outside with one of them while the other went in to change. So yeah, Thomas couldn't have been fun to be with during those times.

And Thomas knows. But he also knows that if something happens with their dad, Stiles will let him know.

At the question, he just shrugs.]

I could? [It's really just lifting the lid and looking. If there's garbage in there, there should be people in here.]

I wonder how many different things you can actually make with it.

[ Definitely. Nobody had any fun.

That's certainly true. There's no way Stiles wouldn't have let Thomas know if something was going on, or if something was going wrong. It's too important. ]

I'm not going to stop you. [ He tilts his head at his brother, casting another glance around the place to see if there's a hint of anyone around at all. ] I'll wait,, and I'll let you know if I see anyone coming.

Find out later?

[For sure.

And yeah, precisely.

He raises his eyebrow slightly at that head tilt, but eventually just turns, to go check the garbage.]

Scream if you see the scarecrow coming, instead. [And maybe there's a small smirk as he makes his way.] Will do.

[Lifting the lid, once he reaches the can, he peeks curiously inside-- Not that he would need to, because, yes, there's definitely garbage in there. And maybe a dead animal. The scent is too awful.

He starts making his way back to Stiles after, face all scrunched up.]

Uh huh. You can even toss the trash can lid at it. [ He waves a hand at Thomas... or his back, given that he's already on his way.

One look at his face as he makes his way back tells him everything he needs to know - he doesn't need to get details at just how disgusting it was.

Definitely people living here. ]

So, let's try the front door now?

Would buy us time. [He waves him off, even without looking at him and knowing that he was doing the same.

As for the lack of questions when he gets back, well-- Yes, he doesn't think any were really needed.

He nods in reply to the question that is asked, looking over the house again before starting on his way towards said door.]

To get good and lost in the cornfield. [ Grinning at his back.

He walks right up the porch when they circle around up front. There's a brass knocker, engraved with the number 117. Reaching out, he raps the handle sharply against the door before stepping back.

Giving Thomas a look while they wait. ]

Better than dead. [Grinning too.

He follows Stiles closely up the porch, looking around one last time before turning his attention to the door, once Stiles raps the handle against it. He meets his gaze once he feels it on him, and then looks back at the door.

Nothing.

Hm.

He is the one to move closer, this time, mimicking his brother's actions, from before, and taking a step back again, waiting.]

Definitely.

[ He trades a glance with Thomas, foot tapping against the floorboards while they wait. There's still no sign on anyone there, or any sign of movement, not even footsteps - but that could just be the way the house had been built.

He takes the time to look around the place, small brass letters nailed into a letter box spelling out 'High and Dry Rd.' while a worn welcome mat lies crookedly in front of them.

It's almost been five minutes - they can afford to wait a bit more before he suggests heading back to the car. ]

[It's five minutes too long, really, and Thomas has run out of places to look at. He frowns - maybe that's why there's no car anywhere that they can see, there are people living here, just not home - and sighs, turning around to go towards their car.]

I don't-- [And then he stops.

His head tilts, looking at the jeep. There's a cat on it, sitting at the front, staring back at them. It's brown with white spots, and Thomas looks at Stiles again, over his shoulder, before looking back at the pet.]

Hey there, buddy. [He starts, beginning to come down from the porch.] Where did you-- [And he stops, again. This time, though, his whole body seems to tense, as the cat gets up and jumps down, to approach him and nuzzle his leg.

Thomas' eyes, though, remain on the jeep.]

... Stiles?

[There are paw prints on it.

Vivid red paw prints.]

[ He's running out of patience pretty quickly himself, gaze flicking over everything he'd already seen, impatient glances cast at the door every few seconds. Lingering a little longer, even as Thomas is walking off, like that would somehow cause the door to open. ]

You don't what? [ He asks, turning and following Thomas's sight lines: The first sign of life they've seen for hours, and it's a house cat who tries and gets acquainted with them. It's pretty, in it's own way.

The caution in Thomas's voice when he says his name makes him nervous. He bites at his lips, looking first at Thomas, before looking back towards the jeep. ]

Oh my god. [ He says softly, looking back down at the cat. Suddenly, it doesn't seem quite as cute. And a closer inspection of it's fur shows darker patches along it's feet - all four of them, though no discoloration shows up anywhere else.

It could be paint, he thinks faintly, hopes, but it doesn't look right for it. ]

[He had been meaning to say that he didn't think anyone was home, but the cat had ended up distracting him. That and, well--

The soft words that escape his brother are all the confirmation that he needs. Because as much as he'd like to think paint, too, something in him just says otherwise (thanks a lot for all the horror stories).

He turns his attention to the house again, frowning, and then looks back at the jeep, making the rest of the way towards it. He opens the back door, reaches out and brings out Stiles' bat before closing the door again.

Walking towards him, he gives him the weapon and looks at his eyes, before proceeding to walk past him again and starting to bang at that door. If it doesn't budge, he will go the other way-- If the cat got out, there's gotta be a way in.]

[ It doesn't really matter now, does it? Not with what they've found.

(You're welcome. It is currently his biggest regret - because they're stories. The probability that they would have been caught up in something like this for real could not have been all that high. The first rule of don't tempt the universe shouldn't have to apply.)

They should really go call this in, he thinks, looking up from the cat to Thomas, walking towards him with his bat. Which he takes, because yeah, there's no way they're going anywhere unarmed, unless the anywhere meant away. They should really call this in.

He knows though, if Thomas does find a way in, he's going to damn well follow, crime scene or not. And hell if he doesn't get a sinking feeling when the doorknob turns easily under his brother's hand. ]

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