too clever by far

[justcallmeharleyx]

"All I'm saying is there's something going on that we don't know about. There has to be." The scribbling of notes in her book was followed by a shake of her head. She was in the middle of adding more theories to her conspiracy journal. Anyone who knew her wouldn't be surprised. Harley had lived in Beacon Falls her whole life and this sudden surge and animal attacks and dead bodies had caused a strange knot to form in her stomach. And when Rebecca Harlowe felt knots begin to arise, she wouldn't rest until they had come undone. After closing her book shut she shoved it into her bag and tucked her pencil behind her ear absentmindedly. "I mean, what do you think about all this?"

[fox3s]

" what do i think? " stiles repeats, looking around briefly as though she might be talking to someone else, pulling a hand through his hair. " uh, well. y'know. that's... we're still looking into it, so. not sure i'm, like, at liberty to say. " a line straight from the terrible cop show playbook — albeit with lamer delivery.

but it's not like he's operating at one hundred percent. hard to play it smart when you haven't slept in two days.

" look. harley. we'll handle it — alright? i swear. my dad's all over it, and i know it's freaky, but these things happen. people get ... " he waves a hand around, searching for the right verbiage only to blurt out. " mauled. "

[ofknifethrows]

"Hm." Was all she said next. That made two of them. But what she didn't understand is why Kira thought coming out here all alone was a good idea. She was lucky it was only Violet who she had run into. "Yeah, you might as well." She responded looking the other girl over. Violet didn't answer Kira's next question. She needed more time to think. So rather than honesty, she chose deflection. Uncrossing her arms she nodded her head in a different direction and began walking, expecting Kira to follow. "We should get outta here before we both become monster bait." It wasn't until she started walking that the perfect answer as to why she was out late popped into her head. One that seemed normal and believable. But she didn't reveal it just yet. If Kira wanted it, she was going to have to fight for it. "Next time you're out in the rain, maybe bring an umbrella." Violet was just teasing. It wasn't like she had one herself.

[fox3s]

kira walks with her, noting the suspicion but opting to disregard it entirely. she's lived long enough to know she's unassuming. too awkward, and too much of a motor-mouth. nobody sees her as a threat — and that's just the way she likes it. violet, on the other hand, is a bit of an enigma. she's too composed. too hard to get a read on. but kira's met a ton of violets in her lifetime, and whatever's under that cool exterior, it's almost certain to be interesting.

" i kind of like the rain, " she grins. " nothing clears your head like a cold shower, y'know? it's the same idea. plus, i run hot. " hot as foxfire.

" but, " she draws the word out, sing-songing. " you still haven't answered my question. what are you doing out in the rain at night with a monster on the loose? " she drops her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. " are you a cop or something? "

[ofknifethrows]

The smell of wet earth filled her nose as the metal blade she was spinning danced between her fingers. She could feel the apprehension leaving her body with each step that she took. One heavier than the next. Given the recent events that had just unfolded in town, Violet needed to think. And she did her best thinking when she had two things: darkness and quiet. So this was perfect. Was there another assassin in town or what? Was the man that was killed even supernatural? Or maybe they were killed by a supernatural. She didn't let it show but Violet was beginning to get frustrated. She wasn't used to having more questions than answers and didn't like being on the other side of things. Violet was new to town and she knew she'd have to get a handle on everything eventually, but it was taking a lot longer than she'd liked. Hearing and sensing movement not too far away from her caused her to stop. The blade was now held firmly within her grip in case she needed to use it. Violet was too smart to be out late in a new town and be unprepared. Of course she'd had a few extra weapons stashed in her combat boots if need be. But for now, all she needed to do was figure out if whatever this was, whoever this was, was a threat.

Once she'd gotten closer without being seen, she stopped. It looked like a girl? Somewhat familiar but she couldn't tell. Whoever this was didn't look like they had any weapons on them. But then again if Violet put her knife in her pocket, neither did she. She decided to retrieve the lid of the blade from her left pocket and slide it back into her boot once she closed it. A playful smirk found it's way onto her face when she noticed just who she had run into. Kira. Volet began to take slow intentional steps towards her and made sure to stay silent until she was seen. Her brow quirked and her smirk widened upon seeing Kira's reaction. "Kira." She greeted calmly. "And what are we doing out so late?"

[fox3s]

kira smiles, relieved, and it's not a play or some slight of face. she likes violet. and frankly, eager as she is to put her suspicions to rest, she'd sooner have a moonlit walk with a friend than get her claws out.

" can't sleep, " she admits, pushing her hands into the pockets of her coat in a bid to keep them warm, sparks of electricity humming inside her closed fists. " i know it's stupid — there's a literal monster in the woods, and here i am walking around alone at night like a total idiot. i mean, i might as well have a EAT ME in big, black letters on the back of my shirt. " she huffs a laugh and shakes her head.

" but hey, i guess that makes two of us — right? how come you're out so late? "

[fox3s]

it's dark out. the streets are quiet, save for the faint hum of the streetlights overhead. it should be peaceful. but kira's been totally wired these past few weeks — a head full of dark, and a buzzing current underneath her skin. she can't sleep. can't help but think back to that awful time, and to the awful thing she did. it shouldn't be. it can't be. but if it is, and if it's back ... 自業自得. or, as the americans say, ' you reap what you sow '.

she's chewing her lip, peering into the shadows and wondering whether the glint she spies is from rainwater or from familiar, dagger-sharp teeth, when she turns the corner to find herself face-to-face with —

" violet! " @ofknifethrows

the name is a yelp as she stumbles back, palm pressed against her chest like she might hold her heart in place. " jeez, you scared the crap out of me! "

[fox3s]

" isn't it crazy? " kira's eyes widen as she nods meaningfully towards the tv above the bar. LOCAL MAN FOUND DEAD. elbows braced against the suspiciously sticky tabletop and a maraschino cherry sitting on the inside of her cheek, she swallows and takes another sip of her drink. " i mean, i know they're saying ' animal attack ' or whatever, but last i checked, there weren't any freakin' polar bears in beacon falls — and aren't coyotes, like, basically big puppies with rabies? i dunno, i just don't buy it. "

[fox3s]

NAME: MIECZYSŁAW "STILES" STILINSKI AGE: 25 SPECIES: HUMAN

you were a whirlwind of a boy. a hurricane blowing in. too-long limbs, and eyes full of wonder. you were safe, and you were loved, and it was perfect   — until it wasn't. you became a contradiction of fantastical thinking and pragmatism. scribbling thoughts in the margins and moving through the house like ghost. you’ve never been one to do things by halves, and so shades of grey elude you. you are firm in your convictions, no matter how hard your conscience tugs at your sleeves or how urgently it whispers   — are you sure? but lately, you're finding it harder and harder to trust your own mind ...

[fox3s]

NAME: MITSU KIRA YUKIMURA AGE: 913 25 SPECIES: KITSUNE

you were born on a summer day — bright, and bold, and unbidden. girl of many masks. mirrorball girl. you've lived a thousand lives, been a thousand people. mitsu. hikaru. for a time, you were noshiko. the girl of death. over and over, the cycle reasserts itself — as familiar to you now as the movement of the stars. new names, new places, but one constant. fire in your heart and sparks of lightning in your palms. you are a stray dog. you seldom return to the scene of the crime. but there's a leash around your neck, and the growing sense of something coming. you have unfinished business in beacon falls ...