[Charlie keeps her voice even.] Listen, we've both just been through hell. Okay? Whatever you have to do to get yourself feeling better, go for it.
[Speaking of things that'll help people feel better. Charlie sits up again and ducks out of the room, this time poking around her own room for her first aid kit. She settles in again, legs crossed.]
[Charlie's careful with what she puts on it, silently thanking Stiles for allowing her to do this. It's just some pain relief plus antibiotic gel and a carefully placed bandage to keep that in place. He still has access to all his fingers.]
Mack contacted me yesterday. He was looking for you.
[The Stiles that wasn't Stiles, she means.]
He's very worried about you. I didn't tell him anything, I didn't even know if I should. I figured, that's yours to talk about. Not mine. But...maybe you should tell him?
[She stretches out on her back, one arm under her head. Her other hand is balled into a fist and glowing slightly as if she held several small fireflies.]
It's better viewed lying down.
[But that's his call. Whether he does or not, Charlie's fist unclenches. A few small sparks lift from her hand and form the constellation for a few seconds before fading out entirely.]
I tried to steal an apple from a pig when I was on my own. Cut my arm pretty badly on barbed wire and got a lovely case of blood poisoning. Irv and Norma took care of me when I got to them days later. They got me a doctor and while I was healing, I got bored. It took a while to get it right.
[She rolls onto her stomach and if Stiles looks, there's a rather jagged four inch scar on the back of her left arm. It was stitched shut at one point, and it's usually something she tries to hide under long sleeve shirts.]
It's a shapeshifter? A weapon of vengence, of sorts. It can happen when a werewolf bite goes wrong. Instead of being like a normal shifter, it bonds to a master that cna use it to do his or her bidding.
[She makes a face, a bit alarmed and a tiny bit horrified and she's silent for a second or two, grabbing the sodas and holding one out for Stiles.]
Tell me good things about Beacon Hills, otherwise I may change my mind about trying to convince people to send me there instead of back to where I'm from.
[...she didn't even tell him it was something she was considering. Surprise?]
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Date: 2014-03-26 02:56 am (UTC)[Charlie eases her way into the fort, stretching out next to Stiles and quietly holding her hand out. Count'em if you need'em, Stiles.]
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:05 am (UTC)[Charlie keeps her voice even.] Listen, we've both just been through hell. Okay? Whatever you have to do to get yourself feeling better, go for it.
[Speaking of things that'll help people feel better. Charlie sits up again and ducks out of the room, this time poking around her own room for her first aid kit. She settles in again, legs crossed.]
Let me see your hand so it doesn't get infected.
[This isn't even for her benefit.]
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:06 am (UTC)I think it'll be okay, though.
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:16 am (UTC)Mack contacted me yesterday. He was looking for you.
[The Stiles that wasn't Stiles, she means.]
He's very worried about you. I didn't tell him anything, I didn't even know if I should. I figured, that's yours to talk about. Not mine. But...maybe you should tell him?
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:22 am (UTC)Wanna see something neat?
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:43 am (UTC)Caelum.
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:54 am (UTC)[She stretches out on her back, one arm under her head. Her other hand is balled into a fist and glowing slightly as if she held several small fireflies.]
It's better viewed lying down.
[But that's his call. Whether he does or not, Charlie's fist unclenches. A few small sparks lift from her hand and form the constellation for a few seconds before fading out entirely.]
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:55 am (UTC)How did you learn to do that?
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Date: 2014-03-26 04:02 am (UTC)[She rolls onto her stomach and if Stiles looks, there's a rather jagged four inch scar on the back of her left arm. It was stitched shut at one point, and it's usually something she tries to hide under long sleeve shirts.]
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Date: 2014-03-26 04:07 am (UTC)Kanima attack. The venom's a paralytic. Like some kind of nightmare.
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Date: 2014-03-26 04:39 am (UTC)What's a kanima?
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Date: 2014-03-26 12:29 pm (UTC)Tell me good things about Beacon Hills, otherwise I may change my mind about trying to convince people to send me there instead of back to where I'm from.
[...she didn't even tell him it was something she was considering. Surprise?]
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Date: 2014-03-26 05:25 pm (UTC)It's not...really the place. That's good. The place can be really, really awful. But, the people make it worth sticking there for.
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Date: 2014-03-26 05:28 pm (UTC)Sounds like something I've been looking for for a while.
What's your school like? The teachers and all?
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Date: 2014-03-26 05:43 pm (UTC)Snape's alright. He takes teaching very seriously.
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