Scott McCall (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
semifreakingnormal) wrote2014-04-20 01:34 pm
semifreakingnormal) wrote2014-04-20 01:34 pm
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[He's been back about an hour, just sitting in his room. It's not that he doesn't want to be here. He does. He needs to be here, to make things right again, and still all he wants is to rewind the clock, to go back to weeks ago, before their darkness spilled out into the world. Everything had looked bright. Okay. And now...
Now he understands why Stiles didn't want him to go back. Nothing will be like it was. Not until he saves Allison.
And he can't do that by letting people think he isn't here. He gets up, splashes water on his face, stares at himself in the mirror until he thinks his expression is normal. It's close enough. Drying off, he goes back to sit on the bed and picks up the communicator. When it clicks on, he smiles, and it's still Scott underneath, even if it's not quite as bright. He's older, though, only a year but it feels longer. His hair is shorter, he looks stronger. He's trying to hide the rest, and doing a decent job of it. But only decent.]
Hey, guys. I'm back.
[He waves his free hand. Semi-awkward Scott McCall is still under the new haircut! And is that a tattoo peeking out from under his left sleeve?]
So, did I miss anything good? I think...I was a troll, the last flood. How long ago was that?
Now he understands why Stiles didn't want him to go back. Nothing will be like it was. Not until he saves Allison.
And he can't do that by letting people think he isn't here. He gets up, splashes water on his face, stares at himself in the mirror until he thinks his expression is normal. It's close enough. Drying off, he goes back to sit on the bed and picks up the communicator. When it clicks on, he smiles, and it's still Scott underneath, even if it's not quite as bright. He's older, though, only a year but it feels longer. His hair is shorter, he looks stronger. He's trying to hide the rest, and doing a decent job of it. But only decent.]
Hey, guys. I'm back.
[He waves his free hand. Semi-awkward Scott McCall is still under the new haircut! And is that a tattoo peeking out from under his left sleeve?]
So, did I miss anything good? I think...I was a troll, the last flood. How long ago was that?
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They're useful to know, I study in the quiet times.
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[He nods, cause he gets it. Quiet times are great, but...he doesn't really want much quiet time, right now.]
I did a lot of studying, over the summer. [A little self-conscious, a little proud. He wanted to be a better Scott McCall. He's not sure it really worked.]
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[Part of her misses being a big sister; she recognizes that proud-nervous look, and she's got the calmly encouraging tone of her reply just right.]
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SAT stuff, some extra summer reading. I kind of screwed up...like, a lot, when some, uh, supernatural stuff was happening. Kind of a last ditch effort to avoid summer school and, I dunno - get a jump start on the new year, I guess.
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People tried to put a school together here awhile back. It never quite took off - students all had different needs, half the teachers vanished, regular attendance is basically impossible - but if there's anything you want to learn or keep up with, I'm sure you could find a good tutor in just about anything.
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That's cool. Maybe I'll do that. You can teach me like, French, or whatever. [In the meantime, he'll keep expanding his vocabulary and staring at his copy of Heart of Darkness.]
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[He trails off like maybe this is a really dumb question, but he pushes on.] Does it border France there?
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France to the west, Germany and Austria to the northeast, and Italy to the south. But it's all tucked up in the Alps, so it's more isolated than it seems on a map.
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It's...austere.
Cold and crisp and very beautiful. The mountains are always there, lovely and harsh and close. Lonely.
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Do you miss it at all?
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[She wavers. No one's asked her that before, and it's hard to admit, even to herself.]
Yeah, a little. I miss the ice. I miss the way the air tasted up there.
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Does the CES ever show it to you?
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[Wistful. It's not the same as the cliffs or the glacier.]
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