Scott McCall (
notmymccalling) wrote in
entrancelogs2014-09-08 01:28 pm
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[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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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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"People just like to react to what you are and what you can do instead of getting to know who you are and what you actually do." It resulted in a lot of unnecessary death, in Scott's opinion.
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"Not everyone has, but some do. They're the people who count. All you can do is try not to let them capture or kill you, and keep trying to help people. Our best just won't be good enough to some." Oh, he understood, alright. But he also sensed the discomfort and decided to segue the subject away.
"So, um, is there anything you do to keep busy. Besides Teddy." he teased.
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"Around here? I've been training with Natasha and my team when I can. Trying to get a video game console set up in the theater. What about you?" He asked with a grin. "Ya know besides your partners. Though I'm sure that could keep you pretty busy."