plotted !! ( @prxtectors )
it's not like stiles to go as long as he has without replying to a text from the pack , especially scott ---- or not to return a call . but it's been almost ten hours with no one having heard from the freckled human , and his scent had run them into dead ends a couple of times . stiles , currently , is trying to get himself free from where he's restrained ---- having managed to get his gag out of his mouth as he looks around the dark room . if he could just . . . there ! ! the moon shifts from behind the clouds enough for him to make out a sliver of light though a dusty , dirty window . he squirms in the chair before he manages to loosen himself enough to stagger to his feet ---- ignoring any pain he's in as he looks toward the door before managing to climb the precariously-stacked items until he can look out the window .
honey-browns scan the window for a way to get it open --- knows if the window is open his scent will eventually travel . he grimaces , before jamming his elbow into the window a few times until it shatters -- ignoring the few cuts he gets as he stumbles off the furniture before it can fall , knowing his captors will be after him ---- that they'll have heard the glass shatter . he looks toward the window , letting out a slow breath . ` come on , scott . . .