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rulesofthewild) wrote2014-08-30 06:58 pm
rulesofthewild) wrote2014-08-30 06:58 pm
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Timed: August 19, 2014
She lives in the same damn building as Stiles. She lives right across the hall from Stiles's Dad. It seems wildly unfair, and almost cruel. These people don't know who she is. The lack of recognition when she'd first seen Stiles and even Derek had stung, more than Malia wants to admit.
But she can't let it show.
She stands on the front steps of the apartment building, and stares at the tenant plate by the door for a long time. They're so close together on the list. Derek and Stiles. Malia Tate. Right there, like nothing. She clenches her jaw briefly, then looks down at her weird, creepy folder with her info in it. There, on her City of Darrow ID, is her address. This is the place.
And Derek and Stiles are right there, too.
Instead of going to her apartment, Malia uses her key to unlock the lobby door, then goes to their floor and knocks. There are a lot of reasons she's doing this, and none of them are reasons she really wants to think about right now.
Hey, they should consider themselves lucky that she's not just walking right in, locks and knobs be damned.
Open to: Stiles and Derek! Tagging order should probably be Stiles → Derek → Malia. ST/LT totally welcome!
She lives in the same damn building as Stiles. She lives right across the hall from Stiles's Dad. It seems wildly unfair, and almost cruel. These people don't know who she is. The lack of recognition when she'd first seen Stiles and even Derek had stung, more than Malia wants to admit.
But she can't let it show.
She stands on the front steps of the apartment building, and stares at the tenant plate by the door for a long time. They're so close together on the list. Derek and Stiles. Malia Tate. Right there, like nothing. She clenches her jaw briefly, then looks down at her weird, creepy folder with her info in it. There, on her City of Darrow ID, is her address. This is the place.
And Derek and Stiles are right there, too.
Instead of going to her apartment, Malia uses her key to unlock the lobby door, then goes to their floor and knocks. There are a lot of reasons she's doing this, and none of them are reasons she really wants to think about right now.
Hey, they should consider themselves lucky that she's not just walking right in, locks and knobs be damned.
Open to: Stiles and Derek! Tagging order should probably be Stiles → Derek → Malia. ST/LT totally welcome!
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"She said I've been saving her. What does that even mean? I get that the world keeps on turning back home, but I feel like everyone's got some secret about what happened back there and I have no idea what's going on. It's slightly irritating." Derek has just been letting him rant. Which is nice. It's not like any of this has been easy for him either, he's sure, but he's let Stiles do all the talking, which he appreciates. The nightmares haven't stopped, Derek had been seeing his dead sister, and now this.
He stops pacing the living room - he's not sure when he started that - and just stops in front of Derek, falling down on the couch next to him with a sigh. He opens his mouth to say more (to bitch, really), and then there's a knock at the door.
"Uh. Who's that?" He looks over at Derek. He isn't expecting anyone.
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