entrancelogs | [Open] You're mine 'til the sun comes up

Who: Scott McCall

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Where: Generally outside anywhere, he's roaming about.
When: Sunset on 9/9
Rating: Teen
Summary: Full Moon's out so Scott's prowling about outside to de-stress.
The Story:

Scott really wasn't entirely sure he knew why he felt like he was crawling out of his skin. It was the full moon, yes, but he'd redeveloped an anchor, so it shouldn't be as bad as it was. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had this sinking feeling that things have just been too easy lately. Whatever the case, he decided a stroll around the grounds would be a fairly decent idea. If he did start to lose control, he could dart into the woods and calm himself down or claw up a few trees in frustration.

The fresh air did wonders for his antsy, cooped up feeling. He could already feel the crawling under his skin lessen, despite being directly in the moon's glow. Maybe a trip to the training room was in order. If he wasn't afraid he'd break something, he might actually go for that idea.

[OOC: Scott can be found roaming around just about anywhere outside! Feel free to bump into him wherever you like. As always, prose is wonderful, but I don't mind bracketspam either. <3]

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He really should have been paying more attention. He'd let his guard down and it was stupid, so stupid, especially when someone lurched towards him. For a moment all he could see was teeth and rot and he didn't have a weapon and he was- he was so stupid! How could he ever believe that things were different? He jerks back, breathing comic harsh and panicked for a moment until the person mimes taking off his headphones.

Oh. Yeah, now he feels stupid.

He slides the earbuds off and gives a sheepish smile. "Uh, hi. Sorry you uh, you startled me."

This close, and even if the other's expression wasn't a dead give-away, he could smell that surge of fear through his chemosignals. Scott blinked, pulling away, but then the headphones come off and he was met with a sheepish smile and an apology. Scott smiled back kindly.

"Nah, it's okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He looked up at the sky. "Stargazing's a pretty serious highlight about being stuck here, isn't it?" He offered even as his eyes darted from the unfamiliar constellations to the full moon above. "But it can probably be pretty dangerous being out at night here, can't it? I mean with a full moon and all." Then he laughed. "Or maybe I've seen too many horror movies back home."

"I dunno, full moon means more light. That's usually a good thing." Slightly less chance of a runner breaking their ankle or getting ambushed by unseen zoms, not that they liked sending people out at night unless it was an emergency of the highest order.

He had to laugh though at the mention of horror movies. "Yeah. Horror movies. Zombies waiting in the darkness. Always a risk."

"More light can be a good thing. Flashlights work better." He teased playfully.

Zombies caught his attention though. He didn't have much experience with them, actually. Unless Peter counted, but... probably not. ...then again, the Darach kind of looked like a zombie. But neither were probably qualified as zombies. "Guess that's true. I was thinking like, werewolves or something with the full moon." He played it off as a joke. Because that's all it was. He wasn't serious. Nope.

"I'm Scott, by the way."

"We need the batteries for more important things," Sam says automatically and that just makes things that bit more awkward. It reminds him how not normal his mindset is these days.

He glances up at the moon. "I guess. Not really thought about werewolves really. I'm more familiar with the hordes of the undead. And nice to meet you. I'm Sam."

Scott looks a bit confused at first, glancing back at Sam. He honestly couldn't place that frame of mind but he could tell it was probably something Sam was used to. But when Sam spoke next, it all sort of made some kind of sense.

"That's... one heck of an introduction." He smiles. Scott couldn't imagine living in a zombie world. At least his living horror movie wasn't all bad. "Okay, terrifying horror-movie lives aside, how long've you been here?"

"Uh...sorry," Sam said, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He was sure that he'd been able to relate with people normally once. Back when you could generally assume that the undead were not part of everyone's experience of the world. But Scott seems to take it in stride which makes him wonder if the werewolf thing is more than just idle curiosity. "A few months now. Long enough to get settled. You?"

"Nah, don't be sorry. It's terrifying, but really impressive on your part, y'know? I can't say I completely understand your situation, but it's gotta be tough, but you're still here. That's something to be really proud of." The teen's tone is understanding and sincere.

"Like, six months or something. I've apparently been here before that, but I don't remember. Half the people I know are here, so settling in was surprisingly easy." Some had come and gone, and others came back again, but all in all it wasn't too bad.

"Probably makes everything you've seen here pretty tame compared to back home, doesn't it?"

"Trust me, it's not something that anyone was really prepared for. Apocalypse and all that." It wasn't something you really expected to have to prepare for, unless you were a crazy survivalist military woman like Janine.

"That's kind of nice I guess. I'd love to bring everyone from home here. They'd like it. Hot running water, plenty of food, no horde of the undead at the gates." He laughs a little. "Yeah, I think it's pretty nice here."

"Yeah, I don't guess they really were. That's really rough." He really couldn't imagine it. The thought alone was terrifying. He wasn't sure he'd have the same strength Sam did.

"Paradise in comparison. Dude, I don't know what I'd do without a shower. I guess I'm pretty spoiled." Scott really had to wonder if, for some reason, they found themselves in a zombie world, would his werewolf physiology fight off the typical idea of a zombie infection? That was something to talk over with Stiles at some point when they were bored. "Do you have any friends from home here, or are you alone?"

"Not the easiest time but... it was, god, over a year ago now. You adjust. You have to." It was horrible when he thought about it too closely, but you adjusted or you died. Some people were better at it than others.

"I wasn't exactly slumming it before the apocalypse," Sam admitted. "I was a student. It... seems pretty cushy when I think about it now."He shook his head, looking amused. "Yeah, one guy. Simon. he's one of my Runners back home."

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