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Jun. 6th, 2014 06:00 pm[When the video comes on, there's some fumbling and muttering - 'I got it, I got it' - right before the entire thing tumbles over and cuts out. When it comes on again, the video is steady and Scott is backing away with his hands up like that's the only thing keeping the communicator steady. He stops next to Stiles, shooting him a grin.]
Told you it'd stay.
[They're dressed in their lacrosse gear, maroon jerseys with 'Beacon Hills' across the front. Scott scoops up his stick from the ground, and plants the butt in the dirt beside him.]
We're officially getting a Barge lacrosse league.
[Because how many of you need a distraction??? Scott sure does.
And so does Stiles. He immensely needs a distraction, and lacrosse seems like a pretty healthy thing for him to channel his energy into and focus on. He leans against Scott and looks at the communicator -- which is inevitably going to fall at some point.]
And before you say you don't know how to play, or you've never heard of lacrosse, that's okay. We'll tell you everything you need to know. Scott here is the captain of the team back home in Beacon Hills and I am no longer just warming the bench.
[He grins. Scott matches it, nodding enthusiastically.]
Yeah, totally. I know a few of you are already down, and the rest of you - I'll come sing outside your door, okay, don't make me do it. We're in the CES, we've got the door, like, propped open with a rock. [A really big rock that he had to lug over.] I've got plenty of gear, so we can start right away. And everyone's welcome! Inmate, warden, whatever. So come and--shit!
[The inevitable has come, and Scott dives for the communicator as it tumbles forward, giving a whirlwind view of sky and dirt. In the background, you can hear Stiles'] Dude, I told you! [before the feed cuts out completely.]
Told you it'd stay.
[They're dressed in their lacrosse gear, maroon jerseys with 'Beacon Hills' across the front. Scott scoops up his stick from the ground, and plants the butt in the dirt beside him.]
We're officially getting a Barge lacrosse league.
[Because how many of you need a distraction??? Scott sure does.
And so does Stiles. He immensely needs a distraction, and lacrosse seems like a pretty healthy thing for him to channel his energy into and focus on. He leans against Scott and looks at the communicator -- which is inevitably going to fall at some point.]
And before you say you don't know how to play, or you've never heard of lacrosse, that's okay. We'll tell you everything you need to know. Scott here is the captain of the team back home in Beacon Hills and I am no longer just warming the bench.
[He grins. Scott matches it, nodding enthusiastically.]
Yeah, totally. I know a few of you are already down, and the rest of you - I'll come sing outside your door, okay, don't make me do it. We're in the CES, we've got the door, like, propped open with a rock. [A really big rock that he had to lug over.] I've got plenty of gear, so we can start right away. And everyone's welcome! Inmate, warden, whatever. So come and--shit!
[The inevitable has come, and Scott dives for the communicator as it tumbles forward, giving a whirlwind view of sky and dirt. In the background, you can hear Stiles'] Dude, I told you! [before the feed cuts out completely.]
