Pale skin and fragile bones.

"Skinny, defenceless, Stiles." Stiles Stilinski, witty human with sarcasm and a baseball for defence.

[teen-wolf-archive]

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"I am lost- gah, yeah— most definitely lost— lost or high… on a very strong narcotic substance.”

[tyler-winters-blog]

"Well done smart ass, you’ve figured out that you’re lost."

"I applaud you for that discovery." he said, sarcasm laced in his tone of voice, both of his hands slowly clapping together. 

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

The lean male just simply raised the gestural brow in response to the bitterness and self engrossed aura the newfound anonymous character radiated. An urge deep down inside of him knew that he could possibly emit something twice as sarcastic than this douchebag but instead, he lingered a mute until further down the line once the male began to saunter off elsewhere. "You know, I'd applaud you too but you still haven't discovered why no one else here is fond of you-" He paused to beckon to his fellow surroundings, the herds of gathering teenagers along with adults, the yells of confusion and the murmuring of stifled cries. "Look around, who is here for you to make conversation with? No one except for I guess-- me, but alright that doesn't mean we're buddies, ok?" Stiles contradicted himself, burying his pale, corpselike countenance into his excessively large palms. "Oh my god..." He murmured under his breath at his distant rambling.

[dex-ackard]

  "Hey. No need to get rude. I wouldn’t suggest drugs." 

"You’re a strange one. Where did they find you? " 

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"Well… I—"

"I don’t know, you see- I would know if… if the giants or whatever didn’t drug me before I got here."

[dex-ackard]

"You aren’t serious, right" 

"I don’t know who’s told you about giants. Or fairies or dragons. I’m pretty sure they don’t exist"  

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

Stiles jerked back his head with so much lurch it was sure enough to permit some form of whiplash, severe or not- He was expressive within his actions, and it must of been some inherited feature of the gauche and pale adolescent, not that he'd know too much about it. The burning hatred sensation filled the pit of his stomach, Stiles was never one to actually be formal or neighbourly someone on first glance, if they come across as arrogant or self absorbed, he'll inform them; more so gesturally rather than verbally. "Well-- at this rate, I think you'll be amazed what exists and what doesn't." He informed the shorter male, as the glint in his amber eyes exuded no expression and his large palms rubbed together, generating friction between the two.

With a sharp movement of his wrist, he gawkily gestured toward the anonymous brunette before positioning his slender like fingers upon his own brow to massage small ovals into his temple.  "Like brain washing machines for example- never thought they were real but hey, now look at us-- deprived of our knowledge on ourselves." Before a single word could spew from the boy's mouth, Stiles took a stride forward with a index finger outstretched. "Do you even know you're own name?" 

[dex-ackard]

  "Dude. I wouldn’t suggest drugs. But you know, have fun with that I guess."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"Alright, smart ass— any other guesses? Alcohol poisoning? Urine samp—- never mind- I just…yeah."

[dex-ackard]

"Hey. No need to get rude. I wouldn’t suggest drugs." 

"You’re a strange one. Where did they find you? " 

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"Well... I--"

"I don't know, you see- I would know if... if the giants or whatever didn't drug me before I got here."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"I am lost- gah, yeah— most definitely lost— lost or high… on a very strong narcotic substance.”

[goodwithabowargent]

Allison walked in from behind, looking at him. She remembered his face and his voice, but couldn’t put a name on him. She looked down at him, sitting next to him. “You…

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

The pale, corpselike profile of the young adolescent diverted round to the brunette who had adjoint him, generating his gaze to focus on her as she spoke- her tone sounded familiar and so did her appearance but just like anyone else who lurked around this region, he couldn’t even think of the name- his mind was just a blank canvas. “Glands? So like an organ in the human body? What is this? Like Jack and bean stalk only this time Jack doesn’t defeat the giant and instead gets eaten by them so now they’re living in the organs of the giant?” He rambled on just a little before his large palm positioned itself upon his forehead as he exuded a light shake of it. “Look, I-I don’t even know what the heck my name is— and that guy-” He gestured eagerly in the direction of someone before adding in a murmur. “I don’t even know that guy— I don’t even know myself, ok?”

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"I am lost- gah, yeah— most definitely lost— lost or high… on a very strong narcotic substance.”

[beaconhillsbrothers]

"Yes, you’re absolutely right. You’re on the strongest substance there is!"

"You know what that is? Reality. Welcome to the Glade. I’m Claudia."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"Again with the glades--"

"It doesn't explain nothing except I'm in an open forest fully clothed-- not... not nude because that would be a naturist."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"I am lost- gah, yeah— most definitely lost— lost or high… on a very strong narcotic substance.”

[dex-ackard]

"Dude. I wouldn’t suggest drugs. But you know, have fun with that I guess."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"Alright, smart ass-- any other guesses? Alcohol poisoning? Urine samp--- never mind- I just...yeah."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"I am lost- gah, yeah— most definitely lost— lost or high… on a very strong narcotic substance.”

[kcatthedisco]

"I don’t think lost or high can even begin to cover it. Though I also can’t think of a plausible reason why we’re here."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"I bet I could--"

  "Giants- alright? Giants who have a lab like Einsteins, they-- they drugged us and then they dragged our weedy asses here, where they locked us in with four walls surrounding us-- four pointless walls, alright?"

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"I am lost- gah, yeah— most definitely lost— lost or high… on a very strong narcotic substance.”

[violet-isnt-blue]

"Lost, confused and wanting to get out. Just like the rest of us.."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"Alright, thank you for the guidance-- that was extremely unhelpful."

"So, just what the heck is this place? Some kind of mental asylum? A prison maybe?" 

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"I am lost- gah, yeah-- most definitely lost-- lost or high... on a very strong narcotic substance."

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

Stiles was currently...

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

Stiles was kind of contemplating such a terse response from Malia, it wasn't as though he was in anyway there to sidetrack her from her concentration-- in fact, he was fully intrigued by her progress. He knew what he saying when he would tell people day in and day out how it's progress- they'd simply just exude a roll of their eyes and divert their fixation elsewhere whilst Stiles took pride in his girlfriend's achievements. "Fine-- fine." He murmured gawkily more so to himself as he resumed with his never ending research, his gaping bloodshot amber eyes full focused upon the bright screen of his laptop that radiated heat. "Math?" He simply asked in referral to the topic that she was currently fixated so hard on. "Algebra?"

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

Stiles was currently lolling around on his bed...

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

"Back to you." Stiles noted verbally accompanied by a nod of his head, whilst drawing his intertwined fingers up to his mouth, using them to beckon toward his mother. He shot his gaze over to his broad shoulder to emit a double take of Malia before climbing the daunting stairs behind her and then extending an arm to push open the plain door that led into his bedroom in order for Malia to pass through. Shortly after, Stiles sauntered in and sealed the door to behind him- that was when he caught a glimpse of the concentrated werecoyote in the corner of his tawny eyes. Progress. She seemed to be so highly engrossed in her study she didn't even acknowledge the astounded expression that seemed to be suppress on his pale complexion. With a prompt action, Stiles swiped his knuckle lightly across his lips as he coughed hoarsely against his pebbled skin before tracking his way over to his desk to begin his own study- his study for answers. Answers on just what exactly was going on recently. "You ok?" He simply asked her, to break the lingering silence that seemed to flood through the air.

[teen-wolf-archive]

[teen-wolf-archive]

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

Stiles was currently lolling around on his bed alongside Malia, his boney fingers were curved...

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

Stiles exuded a hard blink of his amber eyes once his mother tugged free, breaking the formation that they were all huddled in to start up her interrogation- her interrogation precipitately centred around their education which was just a typical mom kind of subject, except usually it was started up by mothers who weren't just resurrected from the dead, to magically turn up on their doorstep like it was some kind of casual trick or treat call. "Mom--" He raised a single outstretched hand from his side as he bobbed his head forward, before catching the sight of his father's disapproving glance. The lean boy clasped his hands together and lifted them up to his chest whilst his slim fingers danced together, lips drew together to drag his lower lip through his upper set of pearly whites. "I'll get back to you on that one-" He pointed just one of his digits at his mother whilst nonchalantly taking several steps back until he relocated his large hand onto Malia's shoulder. "Studying." Stiles gawkily saluted one final time before rotated himself round along with Malia- maybe it was best so his mom could actually settled and his werecoyote love interest can further her knowledge- two positives...simply make a positive. 

[teen-wolf-archive]

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

Stiles was currently lolling around on his bed alongside Malia, his boney fingers were curved around his text book to hold...

[stilinskiwithabat-blog]

Stiles withdrew from the embrace with arms wide before he dropped them to his side with a sudden clap, analysing the expression that was rapidly spread across Malia's face. He followed her gaze almost promptly, which led toward both his parents- it did seem strange for him to have to refer to both his mom and dad now, for a long time it had just been him and his dad- but now, there was the three of them-- four of them in fact. Stiles tossed his head around reluctantly and hauled Malia along with him as he fell into his parent's embrace once again, this time along with the werecoyote.