Stiles Stilinski

Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski. I might not be much to look at, or have much in the way of natural athletic prowess, and yeah, sure there was the whole milk incident in the gym last year that was mentally scarring for many fine people (including myself, thanks), but hey. I have heart. I'm like that kid on Captain Planet, you know the one. I think he had a monkey? And, my friends, isn't that what really matters in the end? ------------------------------------------ This is a Stiles Stilinski roleplay blog, part of the roleplay group 'Beacon Boarding School'.

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Can't Get No || Stiles & Erica

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Even though summer weather was still in full-effect, nature seemed to disregard the memo as leaves fell below from the prominent trees planted upon the campus. Colors of red, yellow and orange littered the ground, splashing a bit of contrast along the green, though browned as well grass. A small smirk/smile crossed her face at the sound each leaf made when her heeled feet stepped on them while she walked the familiar trek to the boys dormitory.

It felt good to be back —she never thought those words would leave her lips, let alone cross her thoughts. Her first two years had been hell, made bearable only by Isaac and the few teachers that cared enough. Now though —it was going to be different. She’d changed and with it, other’s attitudes about her were going to change, either by force or willingly. 

The plan was to visit Isaac and convince him to walk with her to get some food, but as she trekked, she couldn’t help but catch the sight of a boy sitting near the science building, sputtering and talking to himself. She couldn’t help but laugh at the face he made at the leaves around him. 

Changing course, she walked up to him, taking a seat next to him, amusement still clear on her face, even with the realization that the boy was Stiles. “Destroying what caused you problems —hm, not your usual style.” 

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Stiles flailed for a moment, blinking at the girl as she sat next to him. "My usual style? Do we know eac... wait." Stiles folded his lips in, biting them as he pointed with two fingers pressed together at her, shaking the hand as he thought. "Erica. Dang girl." Stiles made wavy finger motions at his own head. "I like the hair. Also, these leaves completely deserve to be destroyed. They attacked me, and all that attempts to cause damage upon my person should be squashed with great prejudice."

His grin was self-deprecating though as he leaned back, knowing that he had been caught acting in a less than dignified manner. "I know I am usually the epitome of poise and grace, but even the most majestic people need to sometimes crunch a few leaves, am I right? It is just so satisfying."

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So I hear our dorm walls are thin

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  Do you even hear yourself?

Because, if I didn’t already know from your medical records, I’d assume you had a mental defect. And even with the clear assurance that you’re perfectly normal in mental state — I’m still going to bet on you having a rare form of mental disease.

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You know, rare things are considered valuable. Like blue lobsters. Fishermen go freaking bonkers if they find one, because that shit is cash.

Mr.Hale, I am just tickled pink that I am a blue lobster to you. I never knew you thought so highly of me. You're gonna make me blush over here.

No, but real talk: the whole having memorized my medical records thing? Bit spooky. This lobster is feeling apprehensive.

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So I hear our dorm walls are thin

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You learn to block it out.

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The teeth gritting? Hopefully soon then, it's really interrupting the perpetual air of zen I have going on here.

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So I hear our dorm walls are thin

You know what the best part about living in a dorm with sub-par sound insulation?

I can practically hear the grouchy as heck advisor gritting his teeth through the walls.

My bad, man.

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Yeah that's the sound. Like someone rubbing rocks together or some shit. Dude, your forehead is doing this thing. There's veins. Plural. It looks painful, and I, as a caring resident of these beauteous dorms, am worried about you.

As a person. Because I am a gentle soul.

I am in your care, and that means you are in my care. There's a lot of care going around.

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So I hear our dorm walls are thin

You know what the best part about living in a dorm with sub-par sound insulation?

I can practically hear the grouchy as heck advisor gritting his teeth through the walls.

My bad, man.

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Seasons Came & Changed the Time || Stiles & Laura

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Running through campus with her arms full of posters probably wasn’t the best idea, especially since there was definitely a rule about running through halls and whatnot. Laura was in a rush, though, she needed to get these damn film posters stuck up around the school dorms because that was a total requirement and it had taken her days - literal days - to convince Deaton to allow it. She had posters of The Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink (big Molly Ringwald fan), The Avengers, Spiderman, Les Miserables, and so many many more. Everyone knew Laura Hale had great taste in movies, and she had convinced herself that that was the reason why Deaton had said yes. 

When she got outside, she had to run a little faster, it was getting pretty windy and if any of these posters fell into a puddle or something ridiculous like that, she was certain she’d cry a little. Just a little. Instead of dropping anything into puddles, though, she didn’t look at what was directly in front of her. Laura’s body smacked right into a students. Awesome, fantastic. Now the posters were crumpled and she had most likely hurt the poor kid. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry sweetheart!” She called, trying to turn away so she could get a better look at the kid, only to hit him with the edge of the posters again. 

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Well, this was new. Stiles looked up at Ms.Hale with wide eyes after she ran directly into him. Of all the space in the area to walk through, she had somehow managed to barrel right into Stiles, the only person there at all. Stiles was raising his hands to try and steady her when she spiraled and he ate a face full of what appeared to be a rolled up poster. Stiles held himself very still and tensed his muscles defensively, ready for the next attack. "It's… it's all right Ms.Hale. You okay? Is, uh," Stiles reached out carefully and grabbed the poster he had been smacked right before it fell out of the teacher's grip to the ground; he peered down the tube and smiled, "is your Kill Bill: Volume 1 poster all right? Great choice by the way." 

Stiles twirled the posted slowly in his hands, straightening out a crimp on the end from the collision. "Bang bang, you nearly knocked me down. Where are you headed with all of these, anyways?" Stiles was grasping for a task to do, and hoped she needed help with whatever this whole mess was about. Had to be better than getting assaulted by leaves and moping in the courtyard. Moping did not suit him, he got splotchy and it was not flattering to his complexion at all. 

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Tastes Like a Fresh Start. || Stiles & Cora

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Cora walked through the school courtyard, huffing a breath as she buried her hands deep into her coat pockets. It wasn’t exactly cold out, a little windy maybe, but all of her thinner jackets were packed away in a suitcase in her dorm room so she made do with that she had, even if she was a little warm. As much as she knew Derek would probably have her ass about it later, she was procrastinating unpacking, it was something she hated and she resented about being at a boarding school, even though she eventually knew it had to be done. She figured that as long as she kept her things on her own side of the room, her room mate couldn’t bitch about it. Even if she did bitch it’s not like Cora exactly cared.

After a few moments Cora heard muttering, furrowing her brow when she caught sight of someone familiar in the distance. It wasn’t someone she knew particularly well, but she’d seen him in some classes. She knew was that his ‘name’ was Stiles and he was really, really talkative. It kind of didn’t surprise her that he was talking to himself. 

"Smooth" she murmured as she walked over, a brow raised as her hands remained in her pockets. 

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Stiles let out an overly dramatic sigh as he leaned his entire torso to the side to greet his admirer. He inwardly winced when he saw that it was a girl that he'd seen in some classes before, and around campus. Cora or something like that. Of course she was cute, and of course she was therefore one hundred percent more likely to give him-- yep, that look she was giving him now. Like she had just stumbled across him attacking leaves and talking to himself or something. Which first of all rude, Stiles was obviously just sorting his thoughts and appreciating nature, and secondly, "Smooth as a criminal." Stiles paused a beat, surprised at his own social prowess here. "You know, like the song. Michael Jackson. I'm not saying I am a criminal, because I very much am not." Well, technically he wasn't, which was all that really mattered in the end.

"Anyways, glad we cleared that up. Hi… Cora, right?" Stiles offered her an only slightly forced bright smile. "What can I do you for? Or did you want to also appreciate this lovely collection of leaves we have here. I'm not greedy; we can share the leaves."

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Tastes Like a Fresh Start. || Stiles & [OPEN]

A dried filthy orange leaf drew a majestic, twirling path across the sky and smacked directly into Stiles' face where he sat on the edge of a bench near the science classrooms. He sputtered, slapping it away and grimacing, trying to get the acrid taste of the leaf and dirt off of his tongue. "Oh look, and here I was worried that I would be starting this school year off without a sour taste on my tongue." Stiles snorted as he mumbled to himself, smirking and shaking his head slightly as he wiped his now dirty palm off on his jeans. "But nope, talking to myself in public, nature literally smacking me in the face. Ah, I'm home." Stiles sighed, leaning back again, his hands braced against the back rim of the bench to hold his weight.

He had just finished dumping his belongings back into the dorms, not bothering to unpack yet. His three duffel-bags full of clothing and two cardboard boxes that were more tape than box by now would be there waiting for him to try and trick Scott into unpacking later. The campus was beautiful, all attacks from nature aside. He was lucky to be going here, he knew that, it was the best school in the region by far, but he still missed his dad, and needed a proper moment of moping before throwing himself back into things. Stiles toed at a pile of leaves, relishing in the crinkling sound as they were smashed into pieces. Nothing like some light harmless destruction to cheer him up.

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