au scenarios open post

[ofstarlight]

AU SCENARIOS OPEN POST !

» Hit this up for all kinds of scenarios. » Put my character's name in the subject line. If you leave it blank, I'll surprise you with a muse. » Prose and brackets are both welcomed. » Here are some possibilities but open to all sorts of things! Stranded. Arranged Marriage. Apocalypse / Post-Apocalypse. Assassins. Fake relationships / engagements / marriages. Victorian Era. Fairy Tales. Mythology. The Hunger Games. Harry Potter. The 100. Pick one of my characters: here.

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[sidecars]

"Oh, perfect!" Jim's face was just as shit-eating as his new best friend, dimples appearing in one cheek. "Exactly what I want to hear on my first day at new school." He could admit it was the strangest greeting he'd ever been given—Hell, it was practically a threat. But maybe the kid was just weird.

Nonetheless he followed Stilinski out of reception, none too curious about the world around him. Jim was more concerned about who he would be stuck with for the next seven hours. Hopefully he'd remain chatty all day.

"Yeah, but hey, what growing boy can't eat again?" Especially if you were a werewolf. Damn did your metabolism skyrocket. Although, it seemed like a good idea before Jim witnessed just what this guy considered sneaking.

"Uhm," Jim spoke up. "Should I be concerned about how effective you're gonna be with this covert op? 'Cause I feel like you're gonna get caught, and then there I'll be... standing like a maroon with my hands in my pockets."

[sparkable]

The most offended look possible filled Stiles' face at the mere hint he might not be too sneaky. "Look here, buddy, I'll have you know I'm the top of sneaky. Nay, I'm the crowned king of the kingdom of sneaky!" Then to prove his very important point, he moved around to the side entrance of the kitchen, doing just fine with sliding inside until he managed to swipe his hip against a row of pots and crash them to the ground. The loud clang even seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room. The cafeteria people weren't in yet but someone would still hear his disaster of clanging.

"Oh my god!" Stiles exclaimed, standing in the middle of all the fallen pots, rubbing absently along the hip he injured. Why did these things happen to him? Springing back into action, he flung open the fridge and started grabbing things out. He did the same with a nearby cupboard.

[sidecars]

Oh my god was right. Jim's hands immediately covered his ears at the loud clatter that echoed sharply in the kitchen. So much for crowned king, this guy was more like the village fool. And that was fine, it made him all the more entertaining.

"Wanna grill me up a burger while you're back there, pal?" he joked from the door frame leading into the massive kitchen. Frankly, he wasn't too worried about the situation; it seemed like Stiles had done this sort of thing before. Whatever was edible right out of the fridge or cabinets he'd find and then they'd be off.

Or at least that was what he assumed. The click of heels against the linoleum was enough to wipe the smile off Jim's face. One of his priorities was keeping a low profile, and uhhh that wouldn't be the case if he got sent to detention on the first day. There were worse people he had to report to than one irate principal. So, he got moving, running into the kitchen right behind Stiles.

"Someone's coming!" Jim grabbed the guy from behind and shuffled him effortlessly down the room and behind a steel counter to hide.

[sparkable]

Lovingly he cradled the snackpack and shoved it into his awaiting bag, along with the other food he pulled out, each earning a bit of his grade a commentary. Because who didn't love to hear all his long winded thoughts and opinions? He tended to have some with just about everything. "Maybe later if you're lucky," Stiles shot back with a smirk thrown Jim's way. The name seemed far too lowkey to be taken seriously but he felt wary about everyone new arriving in the town. Each one tended to bring fire and brimstone, plus they reset a supernatural beacon and it called plenty to their fair city already. So, he'd have to keep a close eye on this Jim Barnes and see what he might be. He hoped for human but it seemed unlikely with his level of handsome. Seriously, how unfair did life have to be?

Grabbing for some blueberries for the healthy, he let out a squeak at the sudden appearance of arms and being dragged away like a rag doll. Why did everyone feel the need to push, shove and cart him around? He could move just fine on his own, thank you, well, mostly, sometimes his limbs went all over the place without his say so. "Hey pal, you can't just ----"

Someone walked inside and he fell silent, looking around but leaving after a few minutes without discovering anything. "Well, look at that, new kid, you might actually be useful." Unlike, some who fell into their group as of late. "Enough adventure. Let's take this haul and get to homeroom. Coach Finstock is uhhhh special." And couldn't stand him whatsoever.