Noah Stilinski (noahstilinski) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-25 01:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, noah stilinski, stiles stilinski |
Who: Noah and Stiles Stilinski
Where: Stiles' room
When: During the blackout
What: Noah's checking up on his son
Status: Complete
Warnings: PG13 (language)
Overnight the hotel had become a dark and foreboding place to live. First the storm and then the blackout had unnerved Noah, though he was mildly reassured by the appearance of his clothes and uniform. Right now he felt as though he was going into battle and so slipped into his work-wear and took a good hold of his torch before opening the door to his room and heading out into the dark. He'd heard the ghosts were restless and he wasn't thrilled at the idea of facing them, but he had to make sure Stiles was okay, not only with the current situation but also with the reappearance of Lydia. That had to be rough on the kid. So, torch in hand, he braved the darkness of the hotel. The weight of his tactical belt was a reassuring presence as he made his way down corridors and stairwells. Even if the elevators had been working today he'd have known better than to avoid them. There was something in the air tonight that was menacing and uncertain and he didn't like it one bit! He made it to Stiles' floor without incident and gave a small sigh of relief as he knocked on his son's door. "You about, kid?" he asked as he turned back to look down the hallway. A flicker of movement caught his eye and he whipped around to face it as the door behind him opened. "Claudia?" Noah's eyes were wide and bright as he saw the vision vanish, he flicked his torch off the surfaces in the hope of seeing where she'd gone. "Claudia!" he called out, to no response. None. He turned to his son in open-mouthed shock. |