undergrounds | OTA; various locations and times

A) One’s An Incident

“—listen to me!”

Somewhere near you, whether it’s at the park or on the sidewalk or in the café or riding the tube, there is a young man engaged in a heated conversation. The identity of the person he’s arguing with may not be readily obvious to those without supernatural hearing; the discussion is taking place over the phone. Should you attempt to tune Stiles out, it’ll quickly prove fruitless. His voice rises in volume the longer he’s on the call.

“I’m telling you, it’s fine. …No! I’m not sending you a picture of it. There’s nothing to see! …No. …No. It was just an accident, okay!?”

Distractedly, Stiles turns in your direction. There is an ugly, swollen bruise taking up half his face, clearly the work of someone’s fist. You may be able to infer that this is what the fight is about.

“—oh my god, don’t. You were the one who shipped me off here. You don’t get to pull that card on me, not now. …Dad. …Dad. Would you— …Would you just TRUST me for once!?”

Whatever his father responds with, it elicits an immediate reaction from Stiles. Expression twisting miserably, he seems to lose all energy for continuing the exchange. His voice is wooden, weary.

“Fine. I gotta go. …Yeah, I will. …Alright. Love you too.”

The call ends. Maybe you make eye contact with Stiles awkwardly. Maybe you decide to talk to him. Maybe you try to pretend you hadn’t overheard.

“Sorry about that,” he says to you, light and cheery. His smile is tight. “You know how it is. My old man always has to get his say in.”

B) Two’s A Coincidence

If you venture to the library, you’ll likely find Stiles buried nose-deep in an oversized tome. He’s piled high a wall of literature around him, to the point where it might be difficult to see him from the front. The titles of the books? All on mythology and mythical creatures. On occasion, a particularly interesting passage has him muttering under his breath and jotting down a few notes in his journal. Feel free to pull up a chair and harass him; he could use a break.

C) Three’s A Pattern

Guess who just drove his shitty used bicycle into you or your vehicle? This guy. Eyes wide, he hastily stammers out an apology, then loses his balance. Both bike and boy crash to the ground in a mess of whizzing gears and muffled groans. Maybe he took you down with him.

D) Four’s A Warrant

Night in London isn’t kind to humans—not that that’s ever stopped Stiles from exploring the city at inappropriate hours. However, there’s something different about the young man tonight as he wanders the streets aimlessly. For one, he’s clad only in a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt with no shoes in sight. He doesn’t even have his trusty lacrosse stick on him! If you get close, you’ll see the unfocused, glassy fog to his eyes. Hopefully your intentions are well-meaning. Or maybe you’re looking for an easy snack. Either way, Stiles doesn’t seem to be in a position to argue.

( If you prefer brackets over prose, I’ll follow suit! PM me if you’d like to plot out a specific starter for your character! c: )

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“So basically, you want to be my wingman.”

Squinting, he considers this. Heiji could prove helpful… Or this could end disastrously. But then again, most things in his life end disastrously, so what’s to lose?

“Wait. Do you really think I’m a great guy? Aw, Heiji. You’re gonna make me blush!”

(Yes, he’s stalling, shut up!!)

"Sure! You're smart, loyal, you like animals..." (In more ways than one, maybe.)

"But if you wanna make it real special, I guess I could hang back. I think one-on-one establishes a better mood. If it's serious, of course." Don't mind him, just fishing...

(WATCH IT, MISTER.)

“Nothing’s serious,” he sighs, kicking at the ground. “Trust me, dude. That kiss? Probably the most action I’ll ever get until the day I die and someone tries to resuscitate me. I hope I’m not a hundred years old when that happens, that’d be so gross.”

(WHERE WAS THE LIE.)

"Don't say that, that's depressing!" protested Heiji. "Trust me, you've got more game than some people I know." He was pretty sure Sasuke was probably going to be a virgin forever, for instance.

"So. C'mon, tell me your type!" Reveal your secretssssss

"No shit it's depressing! Welcome to my life!"

Being a teenager is so hard. He needs to go listen to some alternative music and sigh dramatically into a pillowcase.

"My type is strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3"."

Basically, Lydia Martin??

Heiji made a face. "You're still really young, you got plenty of time to make out with girls! Plus, don't you play sports? Girls love guys who play sports!"

He paused. "Strawberry blonde, though... sounds a little like Nancy."

If a little color blooms in his cheeks and neck at hearing Nancy's name, he's just going to pretend otherwise.

"I know they do! That's why I started playing lacrosse. Except I suck. Like, it's embarrassing. I never play first string. ...Or second. Basically, I'm there to warm the bench or to play when everyone else has been hospitalized."

Uh huh. Blush noted.

"Seriously? That sucks. Do you like lacrosse, though? Maybe you've just got the wrong sport. Like Michael Jordan and baseball!" Anyone remember Michael Jordan's baseball career...?

"Oh yeah, I don't know if I told ya this before, but I do kendo. Not really the same thing, but it's real fun. You ever wanna try it out one day, lemme know."

"Kendo... That's like karate with weapons, right?" Here, he demonstrates with a few stereotypical karate chop moves. "Sounds cool. But trust me, it's not the sport, it's me. I'm the Jonathan Carnahan of the real world."

It's a dark day when a teenager like Stiles considers The Mummy to be an old classic.

Heiji laughed. "It's swordfighting, not karate!" Although that did call something important into question.

"So, if you're a lacrosse player, you must be pretty buff, right?" Girls liked buff guys, right. Maybe it didn't matter if Stiles was any good at it or not. Strip, Stiles. FOR SCIENCE.

"Oh my god, if you want to get me in bed, all you have to do is ask, buddy," he informs Heiji sweetly, elbowing the kitsune in the ribs with a wink. "But I can't tell you about the goods. They're my best kept secret."

Did someone say SECRETS???? Now Heiji was extra curious -- what kind of secrets were Stiles really hiding under there? Did he have an embarrassing tattoo? Was he super hairy? Maybe he could plan a beach trip and invite Stiles along.

What he did was elbow Stiles back, grinning. "Oh, fine. Be mysterious, then! I'll find out one day."

"That day is not today. Or tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that. That day is never."

Stretching his arms over his head, he salutes to Heiji.

"Alright bud, I gotta get going. Thanks for talking with me. I needed the distraction."

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wanna wrap this thread up?

sure!