Chris Argent (issohot) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-07-11 18:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, chris argent, stiles stilinski |
Who: Chris and Stiles
Where: The Lobby
When: Directly after their conversation
What: A little training to pass the time
Status: Ongoing and Closed
Warnings: Should be low to medium rating for now.
It was hard for Chris to always admit it, but all these kids and people from Beacon Hills had really just wormed their way into his heart somehow. At first he had tried to distance himself from them, lying to himself that it was for their good as much as it was for his own. The people around him tended to die and the last thing he wanted was to see any of them hurt in any way. But between Scott, Melissa and his own desire to just be around them he hadn't been able to stay away. Somehow he always seemed to find his way back to Beacon Hills, and finally he had just given in and made the little town his home. So, when he had found himself here the first thing he cared about was knowing that every single one of them were safe. Finding that most of them were here and knowing that at least they were all together had been one of the best gifts he had ever gotten. The other had been finding that his daughter was somehow alive here. It was like this place took everything that made him happy and put it in this one place. SO, he knew that whatever this place was going to throw at them he would do whatever he had to do to make sure that they were all safe and happy. For the longest time he had thought that meant protecting them himself all the time, no matter what might happen to him in the process. But he had finally realized that the best way for him to protect them was to teach them to handle themselves in most any situation. So, when Stiles had been looking for something to pass the time while they were all locked out of their rooms Chris had jumped at the chance. Now was as good a time as any to teach Stiles a few more moves; perhaps even try some weapon training. Of course he didn't have more than one gun on him, but there was always the three knives hidden on various parts of his body. Somehow Chris had managed to make his way to the lobby first, so he made his way over to one of the many couches and took a seat. He knew that once Stiles arrived he would have his hands full, so he might as well take himself a little break now. |