Scott McCall (
semifreakingnormal) wrote2013-11-08 09:06 am
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[Scott hasn't been out and about lately, but the few who have seen him around will note that he looks better. A little less freaked, less drawn, less doubting why he's here. He looks solid again - and concerned.
And maybe a touch afraid because this is a big thing for him, okay.]
I'm a werewolf.
[Oh god he just said it this is huge-ish] I only have been for a few - I guess a couple months, now. I don't really know crap about it, but I know - I'm not that douche from the flood, or the other Barge, or whatever that was. I'm not an alpha. I couldn't turn anyone even if I wanted to and trust me - I really, really don't.
I know everyone's tired of apologies, but I just need to say it, for me. I'm not that guy. I'm nothing like that guy, cause that guy was like the psycho who bit me, and I don't ever want to be like him.
So. Okay. Thanks, I guess. And if you're going to like, grab pitchforks and torches or something, can you just let me know, first? And if you need me, I'm gonna be in the CES with some lacrosse stuff. [Which is his way of saying he's available for lighthearted sports fun if anyone needs to loosen up.]
[Filtered to all his friends, IF YOU THINK YOU ARE ON IT, YOU ARE!!]
I know it's a little late, but if we haven't talked yet can you just - let me know you're okay? Please?
[Do it, because anyone who doesn't respond will absolutely be hunted down.]
[Private to Elena]
I'm sorry. [Apologies are not hard for him: there is always something or other to apologize for, and Elena definitely, definitely deserves one. He attacked her, for no reason, he was a budding psycho, and maybe it wasn't him, but he doesn't think he could live with not apologizing.]
I know it's all messed up and that wasn't even really me, but I'm sorry. Can I, I dunno...can I do anything? Do you need anything?
[Spam for Cassel]
[Knock knock, buddy. Scott knows how to return a favor. He's got a six pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.]
And maybe a touch afraid because this is a big thing for him, okay.]
I'm a werewolf.
[Oh god he just said it this is huge-ish] I only have been for a few - I guess a couple months, now. I don't really know crap about it, but I know - I'm not that douche from the flood, or the other Barge, or whatever that was. I'm not an alpha. I couldn't turn anyone even if I wanted to and trust me - I really, really don't.
I know everyone's tired of apologies, but I just need to say it, for me. I'm not that guy. I'm nothing like that guy, cause that guy was like the psycho who bit me, and I don't ever want to be like him.
So. Okay. Thanks, I guess. And if you're going to like, grab pitchforks and torches or something, can you just let me know, first? And if you need me, I'm gonna be in the CES with some lacrosse stuff. [Which is his way of saying he's available for lighthearted sports fun if anyone needs to loosen up.]
[Filtered to all his friends, IF YOU THINK YOU ARE ON IT, YOU ARE!!]
I know it's a little late, but if we haven't talked yet can you just - let me know you're okay? Please?
[Do it, because anyone who doesn't respond will absolutely be hunted down.]
[Private to Elena]
I'm sorry. [Apologies are not hard for him: there is always something or other to apologize for, and Elena definitely, definitely deserves one. He attacked her, for no reason, he was a budding psycho, and maybe it wasn't him, but he doesn't think he could live with not apologizing.]
I know it's all messed up and that wasn't even really me, but I'm sorry. Can I, I dunno...can I do anything? Do you need anything?
[Spam for Cassel]
[Knock knock, buddy. Scott knows how to return a favor. He's got a six pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.]
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I'll drink to that. [Seriously. Fuck. Wolf. Politics. He doesn't even get regular politics.
No? I mean, I don't think so. I just, um. I was surprised she came to see me. And the other stuff started...fading.
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That's normal, where you come from? Everybody really wears gloves, even the people who don't work? I mean - are there people who don't work?
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I mean, Daneca gets the history of it better than I do. But . . . you have three choices. Turn yourself in and never work again, keep it a secret and never work again, or ally yourself with a worker family.
[He takes another sip contemplatively.]
By which I mean the mob. I picked door number three. It was a stupid door.
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[Just going to drink the rest of this beer in one go and reach for another one.]
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How is that legal?
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[He shakes his head, leans his elbows on his knees.] That's just messed up.
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[He blinks slowly and taps the neck of the bottle.]
But so's every kind of work. And so are people who carry guns, or people who can use their minds as weapons, or people who just don't care about other people. So it's an excuse. I think that's what she was trying to tell me the whole time. It's an excuse.
People need a target.
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A scape goat. That's messed up.
...
So does she want to go into politics, then? Change things?
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[At least not all of it. Part of it he does - the part Daneca can only get from the Admiral. Cassel fidgets for a minute, and then admits,] I didn't used to be . . . very good at listening to her. Or want to. And then I ran away, and then I ended up here, so - it might have changed.
But she was already in politics, in school. She was crazy active.
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I got her into a lot of trouble.
[By existing, basically.]
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[Seriously, dude. He's not even bothering to drink, he's just holding the bottle now.]
Dude, your life is complicated.
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