Scott McCall (Raging Fire RPG)

Hi, Scott McCall here. Umm.... I'm meant to say something about myself. I'm the Capt... well I was the Captain of my Lacrosse team, do ok with academics, when the world isn't on fire. Stiles is my Brother from another mother, and I'm really protective of my Pa... friends. Especially Liam and Isaac, seriously don't mess with them. Or Kira or Allison or my Mom. Tell you what, you treat everyone ok, and we won't have any issues. Catch you around Dude.

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I'm really sorry guys.

Sorry I haven't posted more the last couple of week, been having a hard time with my M.E. and Depression.

I really want to continue. but would understand if you want to re-open the character. One of the most frustrating bits is not being able to write out what I would love to say.

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Hey, just checking in to see if you still want to be a part of this roleplay. :) Please respond to this message as soon as possible! Thank you.

Hi, yes I still do, sorry I haven't been around much, not been feeling to well. Will post later today.

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Times are changing.

(OOC: I have put peoples names in brackets to identify who Scott is thinking off, but apart Allison and maybe some of the longer residents, Scott doesn't know them, so where, for example, it says (Isaac) in Scott's head it would be the Tall Curly hair boy with the nice eyes and smile, and (Jackson) the good looking boy with cheek bones.)

Scott looked at the group, and felt conflicted. The primal, predator part of him wanted to protect these people. He wanted to ensure their safety, and make sure that no one got hurt. There were certain people in the group that drew deeper responses from him, the tall curly haired boy that had hugged Allison earlier when she looked like she might cry, the young boy that seemed to be half on a knife edge between shutting down and blowing up, the gangly skinny boy that felt like he was watching part of himself.... The young girl who was ready to go toe to toe with the others if need be. Along with the red haired girl and Allison they all pulled at that deeper response and he had a hard time not running over to then to hug them, and well.... scent them.

Man that was weird. He wanted to sniff people like it was his way of establish they were truly there. When he had talked to Allison, felt that connection to Allison, part of it was in her scent, Scott realised. It was like his way of establishing.... family? Maybe that was to high concept because the urge was coming from the animal side of him.

Scott wondered who else was feeling that particular urge as well. Already he had worked out he wasn't 'normal' human, the urges didn't seem universal, not the strength, or the instincts or the senses. He saw that just from watch how others reacted. But some of them, some of the group, he had heard a couple of growls that had triggered him to look, to be ready to react, The way some of the people held themselves, some were like trained predators, Allison fitted that category, the boy (Garrett) as well, others it seems, well natural like him. (Isaac) seemed to hide it, but it was there, (Liam) seemed to be unaware at times like he wasn't used to it but it was there too, (Malia), (Cora), and surprisingly, well maybe not, the red headed woman (Victoria) screamed Apex Predator but it seemed layered like trained and natural overlapping, especially when she had been dealing with the good looking boy with the cheek bones (Jackson).

Scott shook his head as he made these mental notes. he was evaluating and judging people, like getting the lay of the land. Which he had been doing as well as he walked through the group and made contact with these people. The whole story of supplies on elevators, moving mazes, grievers and everything else just seemed so fantastic, but it was right before him. Scott sighed and stopped his ruminations of the group around him and knew he needed to really get to know these people, understand them, more so that just what his 'instincts' were telling him.

Speaking off instincts he shook himself again to try to shake the closed in feeling the wall was giving him. He wanted to run free of it, to run for miles and feel the wind in his fur and the soft loam in his fingers and feet as he ran, thank you instincts for that image he now couldn't shake. But his instincts told him that he shouldn't be contained,and that wall was containing him.

Containing them all.

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Allison smiled, looking over at Scott, every time he spoke it sent a mixture of emotions through her body, sadness and happiness. She didn’t know how she could feel these two opposing emotions at the same time, but for some reason she felt them. She felt like she could recognise him out of a crowd of people blocking him mostly out of view, just by the sound of his voice and his looks. His face looked strangely familiar from her dreams. Why would she dream about some one before they met? She didn’t know.

She nodded as he spoke, asking her to show him around. It was obvious from the way he looked, that he wanted to spend more time with her, with she accepted happily, as she wanted to spend more time with him herself. She felt like she would feel a great loss if she stayed away from him for a even a second or two. She felt like a massive whole in her life had just been filled, even though she never felt that it was missing in the first place.  "Sure," she spoke gently, gladly accepting more time with him.

People had told her that their dreams were memories of the past slowly sneaking in and haunting her, but she never thought that that could be true. How could it, if you never actually remember them when you wake up.

She brushed her hair behind her ear, as it fell in front of her face, covering Scott from her view for a second. “We have a farm where our livestock live. One of the jobs of the Glade is to slaughter the animals for our food,” she answered his first question, hoping that that would answer the question. “And as for our clothes and supplies, the lift that you all came on today, brings our supplies once a week. We don’t know who put us here or controls our supplies.

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As Allison gestured towards where the lift was Scott turned and stared at it.

"We arrived on a lift?!" He asked with surprise. "Does that mean you've met anyone who controls it? Is there any contact with anyone outside the Glade? Do you know why we're here..." Scott stopped the barrage of questions as Allison looked frustrated at obviously not being able to answer because she didn't have them.

"I'm sorry. I... I just want answers, I want to know why were here so I... Man this sounds goofy. I have this really strong urge to protect these people." Scot turned and looked at the others, some awake now and talking, others just stirring. He saw older faces amongst the young and some spark those odd emotional remembrances, his gaze falls on young faces and feels a pulls, like with Allison, but different finally falling on perhaps the youngest boy who is animatedly, perhaps angrily talking to another boy. "Some of these people spark something in me, I feel.... protective of them, and I have this... this... urge? Drive? Need" Scott tested words, and they felt right and wrong. "To protect and defend them, all of them, ...." And Scott stops, and looks back at Allison the rest of the sentence 'You' is unsaid.

Scott feels the blood run to his cheeks, as he blushes for a second and turns away, then back again, composure restored. He sort of holds out his hand, also like a question itself for Allison's help. "I know, you probably need to help the other to, fill them in, I want, can I help at least make sure everyone is OK. then, then when we have time please tell me everything you can about this place so I can understand it."

Scott looks at Allison, and nervously bites his lip.

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I lie here looking at the sky, but not seeing anything, my eyes may as well be closed.

I remember nothing, there is an empty aching void where I know things should be, but now, now there is nothing. It concerns me, it worries me, but something in me says panic won’t help, panic won’t keep me and…

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Allison smiled, as she walked up to the group of people, watching one of them start to rise. She recognised all of their faces, especially the one that spoke up. She felt that she knew him somewhere deep inside, like she knew everything a person possibly could about another. She didn’t know why or what this feeling was, but she felt strange. She didn’t know how to describe it, something amazing, but confusing.

She nodded as he spoke, a little confused. No-one ever remembered their name straight away, it usually took a couple of hours, usually days though. She looked at him, chewing on her lip, trying to decipher why he was so important that he could remember his own name quicker than everyone else, it took her a couple of days to remember her own. “Hi, I’m Allison. Welcome to the Glade.”

She looked around at the walls, pointing with her right hand, before speaking. “We are enclosed inside the Glade, these four walls are what keeps the things on the outside from getting in. ” She looked at him, making sure that he understood and was listening to the most important bit of information a glader should know. When she could see that he was listening and was focused on what she was saying, she informed him of the rules of the glade. “We follow three simple rules. One. Do your part. Two. Never harm another glader. Three. Never go beyond those walls.”

She knew what he was going through, she had only just gone through it a year ago and still remembered everything, somehow though he kept the fear and confusion to himself, there was nothing visible on his face, but she knew somehow that he was feeling the same as she did. She spoke softly and calmly trying to make him feel reassured. “If you ever feel like you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me. I’ll always be around somewhere.”

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Scott felt like he was almost punched in the gut when the Girl said her name, Allison. It felt like it meant the world to him. Allison, it felt like the world had been lost. Why was this person so important to him, Scott had to find out, had to know, had to know why he felt like he would rip down the walls of the world to protect her. Her voice, her name, the way she moved her hair back over her ear when it fell down in front of her face, it was like seeing a ghost, and a dream and a haunting song half remembered.

Allison was pointing to the wall and saying it kept things out, that caught Scott's attention, kept what out, why have the walls, what could threaten this 'glade'? He concentrated as Allison laid out the guidelines for the settlement, he nodded as she made the points, pitch in, harm no one else, don't go beyond the wall. They seemed simple enough to follow, but for some reason Scott got a nagging feeling that nothing could be that simple.

Allison was looking at him again and then offering to listen if he needed to talk. Scott wanted that, he wanted more time to be with her, there was a longing or feeling of loss he felt when he looked at Allison, and he wanted to chase that feeling away.

"Thanks Allison." When he said her name, Scott felt a warming familiar tug, again that maddening thing of knowing something but not knowing at the same time. Regrouping, Scott scratched the back of his head and gave Allison a lopsided smile. "Maybe you can show me round? I mean show me where things are so I can, you know, do my part. I mean do you farm, or hunt or gather food? Where do we get clothes and stuff?" Scott asked, he shied away from anything personal, keep it about surviving until he could get a handle on all these feelings. Of why Allison, this person he just met, but felt like he knew forever, felt so right being there, but at the same time, so wrong.

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Waking dreams.

I lie here looking at the sky, but not seeing anything, my eyes may as well be closed.

I remember nothing, there is an empty aching void where I know things should be, but now, now there is nothing. It concerns me, it worries me, but something in me says panic won't help, panic won't keep me and others safe.

Why am I worried about others?

I'm not sure but I know like I know that I have hands and feet and eyes and ears that being concerned and protective of others is part of who I am.

...

I'm not alone in my mind. That sounds like madness, but I feel something in me, like me, but primal, a predator, a powerful force of nature. No, not natural, supernatural.

There is my other in side me as well, and I know that it is the wolf part of me. How I know this, I don't know, it's instinctive, like breathing, like seeing and understanding the sky is blue. It's not a concious thought, but part of me and I know him and he knows me and we protect everyone together, that is our bond, that is how I can call on his/my strength.

I'm one of the strongest of my kind, but I don't rule by strength. I don't force my will on others. I ask, I lead, I hope for a better tomorrow and others follow with me. Again, these are not memories, or concious thoughts beyond a growing understanding, they are part of my core, part of who I am. Who I am going to be again, even without memories of where I come from.

I lift my hand to my eye level and flex my fingers, I feel strength in them, and hidden danger, ready to be called upon. I know the shift is there to be called if I need it, an instinctive ingrained response.

Sitting up, I don't feel sore or tired or groggy, what ever happened, it is like waking from a dream, I look around me and see other prone forms lying on the ground, something twinges in me past memory as I see some of the faces, but I can't recall who they are, or how they are connected to me, but I still want to protect them.

I pull myself to my feet, and turn slowly, taking in the meadow like space we are in, the massive wall I can see in the distance that seems to circle everything. Trees, flowers, grass, the scents are familiar, but foreign, like know what grass smells like, but smelling it in a new place for the first time.

There are buildings, maybe buildings is to strong, huts, cabins, around the place as well, from one a dark haired girl emerges and comes towards the group, I feel something pull inside me as I see her face, but it's confusing, almost indecipherable.

I look at her and I say "Hello... Hello, my name is Scott." I'm surprised at that, I didn't know my own name, but then I said it, like knowing how to do a handshake, and I know that it's me. It makes me smile for a moment.

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Hey! Thankgod we finally have a Scott, Want to RP? Allison tells everyone near enough who show up at the Glade, about the place's rules and stuff.

Thanks, definitely want to RP. I'm guessing we don't remember each other really, but I'm guessing we may have a strong connection that goes beyond memeory?

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Umm Hi?

Hey guys it's Scott. I know things are really weird just now, we don't know what's happening, or where we are, or why people... people we lost seem to be here as well.

I do know that if we stick together and work together we can figure out what's going on. Until then I'm going to do my best to protect everyone and make sure we get out of this hopefully in one piece.

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Out of character stuff: Name: Symon Timezone: GMT (England, UK) URL: // One interesting fact:  I’m medically retired and font of esoteric trivia and quotes from a wide range of cult and Sci-fi TV Why do you want this character?: 

 I love Scott McCall, I love the nobleness of of his character, and how he has tried to remain true to his beliefs and his morals, to the best of his ability. He has been surrounded by situations which could have caused him to cave, or succumb to others demands or control, but with his friends help he has fought back and fought those that wish others harm. Not for his own gratification or for betterment, but to protect and help those others, even people that would do him harm. Scott is a good man, trying to live a good life and protecting those he can, he inspires others to be better and to grow, he lifts up those that have fallen and offers a hand to those that falter. How could anyone not want to be Scott McCall, who despite it all is still very human with flaws and faults, but who tries to rise above them again not just for himself but those around him.

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Symon you’ve been accepted, as always you have 2 hours to send in your account. If you need more time just ask!

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