kinda stuck meme

[memegasm]

THEKINDASTUCKMEME
Well, at least it's not glue.

RULES:
o1. Put down your character ( name | series | any preferences).
o2. Those replying can pick / rng / ask Snape on the astral plane to choose one of the prompts below.
o3. You know what they say: birds of a feather get stuck in questionably legal situations together!

Hope you enjoy your enforced quality time, when you're both stuck -

o1 in traffic, after an atrocious argument.
o2. distracting this person, while your partner in comedy/crime organizes their surprise party, or slashes their car tyres.
o3. defending the base for the next vicious 42 min, until your cavalry to get here. Ladies, gentlemen: good luck.
o4. on a raft, idly drifting the way of the nearest deserted island, a surely cute shark in tow.
o5. in an air vent, after fruitlessly stalking this person, whom you thought to be a serial killer. They don't make friendly neighbours like they used to.
o6. trapped in a codependent relationship with your bed / pet / really domestic hobby, from which this person hopes to break you by way of alcohol a social intervention.
o7. in a waiting room, while you're hanging around for the results for a highly embarrassing disease test, and would really rather not run into anyone you kno - ...God damn it.
o8. trying to safely navigate through a department store, after carelessly forgetting you were out on your measly errand during Black Friday / the year's biggest one-day sale.
o9. standing guard in front of a bedroom with this nigh-stranger, so your Romeo-Juliet-like friends can finally get it on in behind closed doors, thematic noises included. Get the small talk going.
10. with your hair in one of their zippers. You pick which. Everyone else just points and laughs.
11. delivering some pretty terrible news to them.
12. with your hand in their mailbox, just as they're coming out of their house, or apartment.
13. doing the dishes, when you both forgot your wallets and can't foot the bill.
14. playing moral support for your friend, who's stuck in a magician's box, while said magician goes off to look for the key. And coffee. And dinner.
15. reading a manual on how to defuse a bomb, or a very sensitive alarm system. Tick-tack. No rush.
16. waiting for the movie reels to get changed over from an accidental porn showing, courtesy of teenagers in charge of the screening room. You're also out of popcorn.
17. under the only stone building around for miles in the middle of an acidic rain. And then you wonder whether pollution's really on the rise.
18. on the roof, after the ladder's snapped in half. Your neighbour's particularly irritable cat might also be out on the prowl.
19. in a bdsm swing. Look, no one's judging.
20. baby-sitting, pet-sitting, or car-sitting. Yes, that new Ferrari needs day and night surveillance.
21. in a lake, because this person caught you skinny-dipping and won't. Go. Away.
22. on the phone for an important interview / business conversation, while this person tries to distract you.
23. waiting to be ransomed, while in the actually quite loving care of especially incompetent criminals.
24. with your and this person's thumbs engaged in a dysfunctional Chinese finger trap.
25. waiting for them to make the Important Announcement they've been hinting at all week, while they taunt and tease you with it.

Comments

[visionboards]

Why? Why were people always calling him short? Barely containing his grunt of frustration, Stiles sprawled himself out a little. The keys kept jingling, and he shrugged his left shoulder. She did get points for knowing Star Wars.

"I'm more of a rebel than a storm trooper," he said, finally catching his keys in the palm of his hand. "And I'm not too short for anything." Five eleven. Five eleven!

He narrows his eyes a little taking in little details in a manner not unlike a flaily Sherlock Holmes. "So do they think you did it or are they just dragging their heels until your parents get here?" She was... what, maybe twelve?

[has_her_secrets]

"Good to know," she said, watching him keenly in return. He did have a point, she supposed. And legs for days. It wasnt his fault that she was stuck there, cooling her heels, until the deputies decided what to do with her.

She shrugged in answer to his question. "I'm no Jedi, but I'm guessing if they thought I did it, I'd ben in an 'interview room' with cuffs on." Not that it would have held her long, but she probably wasn't going to brag about that to a stranger, just in case he really was a deputy in plain clothes. He had a look about him that she'd only seen on cops, and hunters. "The problem is, I don't have any parents to call. So here I sit."

[visionboards]

Okay, the Star Wars refs were winning her points. He shook his head. "We don't really use the 'interview room' so much." Too much of a chance of something exploding into fangs/goo/crazy and the cameras catching it all. "Mostly for, you know, actual interviews. Not so much the interrogations. Not anymore."

He stood up and walked away, waving his hand vaguely in her direction as a sign of I'll be right back. He grabbed one of the deputies, a girl named Something Jasper. Easy to needle, easy to break. He didn't have any trouble getting the file ("it's for my dad, he wants to know what's going on") or looking at it as he crossed back to the bench to flop beside her.

"Okay, so, if you don't have parents, who are your guardians? Who do we call? And don't say no one, nobody has no one. And I promise you aren't really protecting anybody by pretending they're not around." This was definitely some kind of supernatural thing; it had all the signs. No details in the file, just a few notes like "no parents" and "found by the Preserve" and "another weird one". Okay.

"And, uh, the thing. The thing you saw. What color eyes did it have?"

[has_her_secrets]

"I guess that's one way to weed out the easily intimidated candidates," she observed, shrugging her shoulders again. She hadn't been easily intimidated since she was in junior high. She waited for him to return with the file, watching with casual interest as he scanned its contents. She supposed she should be glad they found her on foot, instead of in her car, which had a small arsenal where most people might have just an ordinary tool box.

"I guess there is someone," she admitted. Maybe even a few someones, who probably wouldn't bat an eye about picking her up from the police station--though they weren't exactly legal guardians. And they would have words for her, later. "I'm just not too keen on spending the night here, waiting for them to drive cross-country?" Which was what she was guessing would happen if the nice deputies had anything to say about it.

His second question was telling. "This isn't your first rodeo, is it? They were yellow, I think."

[visionboards]

"Nope." Stiles waved the folder a little. "You saw a werewolf." Either she'd believe him or he'd sound crazy; either way, he kinda figured she knew some stuff already. "So. Wanna tell me what you were doing up in the preserve around our little furry friend?"

He was trying to remember where all the pack was; the Hales were all gone, so it wasn't one of them. Maybe Scott had gone for a run but he was pretty sure Scott had a geometry test in the morning and if he didn't pass, it was bye bye graduation. The rest of them were... well, maybe Liam.

"And about how big was our furry friend? Maybe... yea high?" He put his hand up to about Liam's (ridiculously short) height. And people called Stiles short. For. Real.

[has_her_secrets]

"Do you want the real answer, or the one that's going into that report?" she asked, arching her brows. She was pretty sure she knew the answer. She just hadn't decided, yet, how much she could trust him.

To be fair, she knew he was probably trying to figure out the same thing, about her.

She sighed.

"Werewolf, huh? I thought they'd be...different."

[visionboards]

"The real answer'd be nice," Stiles said, nodding vigorously. "Yeah. Especially since I can't actually put anything in this file anyway." It kinda sucked, but it was probably for the best; his commentary in his own files tended to be the kind of commentary that got you in trouble.

He shrugged. "So did I. Although I think some of them can totally shift, I think I've seen two do it and maybe there was a third, but most of them just.." He spread out his hands in a claw-like way, and made a hissing noise along with the werewolf/Klingon expression.

"It's the beta form." At least, that's what he thought. Especially after all that reading and research from Jackson's little scaly problem.

[has_her_secrets]

"Beta form. So that's why he looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him, huh? Cause he was made by an alpha? Or she was," Krissy mused, her eyes narrowing speculatively. At the height he'd indicated, she supposed it could go either way.

"Sorry," she said, "Most the werewolf stories I've heard have been the bite and run kind. No alpha to teach them to control themselves, they kind of go all Old Yeller. If Old Yeller had started ripping people's hearts out on the full moon." She grimaced. "Hi. I'm Krissy, I like old movies, breaking and entering, and long walks in spooky forests. And to answer your question about what I was doing in this particular spooky forest...it's a long story, but basically, I came to Beacon Hills to get a diploma, and see if I could learn a few other things that they probably won't teach me in college."