( let it snow )

[bottecellie]

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme

‧ post with whatever character you want
‧ responders roll for weather + scenario and get to threading
‧ ???
‧ profit

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.

② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?

③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.

④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!

⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.

⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.

⑦ mix and match, or make up your own ‧:❉:‧

Comments

[pedisequus]

[Derek wasn't very good at accepting thanks. He avoided eye contact with the omega and nodded.]

My name's Derek.

[The car rumbled to life. He pulled out of the parking lot and turned in the direction of Beacon Hills high school. His car didn't have chains so he focused on driving, watching for patches of black ice. Snow hadn't begun to stick to the road yet.]

Where are you from?

[bostonhowler]

[Her eyes remained on her lap. She rubbed cold fingers together.]

My name is Brigid Finn, from Boston.

[Her name was Bride. And her accent was a bit thick when she said it.]

I have been trying to find a way to approach you. I don't want to be Omega.

[She really hated being Omega.]

[pedisequus]

What happened? [Brigid seemed sane enough, but omegas became omega for a reason. He would be a fool not to ask. Interesting. She already knew about him. He and Scott were going to have a long conversation about oversharing with potentially dangerous supernatural creatures. Or Stiles. They were both extremely likely suspects.]

[bostonhowler]

[She stared out the window. Her fingers fidgeted with the edges of her sweatshirt. The smell of the Alpha surrounded her and she wanted to relax into it. Brigid wanted to be safe within a pack again.

No one had told her about him. She'd known there was an Alpha around.

The tears gathered on her lashes and she forced them back.]

My father was killed, by the Alpha. Then, I was told to leave. The only family I have left is a maternal aunt who lives here.

[pedisequus]

[That reply answered his question and raised at least a dozen more. He had no idea where to start. Her voice sounded strained, like she was on the verge of tears. He hated tears. He never knew what to do with crying people. When he tried patting them comfortingly on the back, fifty percent of the time it just made them cry harder. Maybe he was patting too hard. He didn't know. In any case, he thought very carefully before speaking.]

Being Omega is dangerous, but danger gravitates towards this town. I can't ensure your safety if you join my pack.

[bostonhowler]

[She doesn't raise her eyes from her lap. There aren't any tears, because she refuses to let them fall.]

I was born a werewolf. When my Da was on duty, Mom and I stayed with the pack. After she died, so Da could finish his fifteen years in the military, I lived with the Alpha and his wife for eighteen months.

He killed my Da and then told me to leave.

Mr. Hale, if I remain an Omega, I will die, after going insane. A group of human hunters who have appointed themselves judges, juries and executioners will track me down and kill me.

[It's a fact that every werewolf has to live with. It's something that had been driven home to her when she'd slipped in her training. If the Alpha hadn't gotten her, then the hunters would have.]

I would rather take my chances with a pack, and be hurt and die with them, than be hunted by humans and cut in half in a back alley somewhere, begging for my life.

[pedisequus]

[Right answer. After being unceremoniously dropped by Erica and Boyd, Derek had been hesitant to turn any others. The Argents were out for his blood already and fresh recruits didn't have the loyalty that Derek required to build a strong pack. He could hardly blame them. The world of werewolves was fresh to them. They hadn't understood the risks, the fear that Derek had lived and dealt with for his entire life. But this girl, this could work. They were nearing the high school.]

Which house is your aunt's?

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid looked up and blinked hard. She didn't know what he had decided, but she knew better than to press. Before she slipped, she'd feed herself a wolfsbane cocktail, to protect her cousins.]

The one with snowmen in the yard, up there on the left.

[pedisequus]

[He drove the car a little ways up the road so that he could turn and pull it up next to the curb in front of her aunt's home. Derek turned to her.]

A student named Isaac Lahey will approach you on Thursday after school. [Today was Tuesday.] If you still feel the same, Omega, follow him.

[bostonhowler]

[She gathered up her bag and straightened her scarf. She had met Isaac. She had him in Math class. Brigid nodded.]

Thank you, for the ride, and for listening. I'll speak to Isaac later.

Cousins? Derek has such a shit screening process.

[pedisequus]

[Derek being the awkward turtle that he is, tensed up at the thanks and nodded stiffly.]

Sorry for your loss.

Living with Maternal Aunt who has kids. They know nothing about wolves. Mom was human.

[bostonhowler]

Thank you, again, Alpha.

[Brigid scribbled her number on a piece of paper.]

In case you need me?

[She climbed out of the car and trudged through the snow toward the house.]

[OOC: I would love to PSL/continue this/whatever. Thank you for letting me really explore her voice! :)]

Re: Living with Maternal Aunt who has kids. They know nothing about wolves. Mom was human.

[pedisequus]

[Derek tucked the number into the right pocket of his coat. He waited to make sure that she got into the house okay and then pulled away from the curb and headed towards home.]

{ooc: Feel free to pm me any time. It was my pleasure.}