Stiles Stilinski (loseyourdnim) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2016-01-27 19:45:00 |
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Who Stiles and Lydia
When directly after their text mesages
Where Lydia's Apartment
What Sharing information
Status Closed/Ongoing
Rating assumed low for now
He knew exactly where he was going now! Not really, but after going out for the afternoon and getting the chance to take a little more of this - place, in he got a better feel for it. There were still plenty of other directions that he wanted to travel and things left unknown. Stiles was also naturally curious about those that were in charge, what they were doing, and how things were being handled to get people back to where they were supposed to be. Stiles was just naturally curious, especially when he shouldn't be. His mind bounced from place to place while he thought about all the possibilities that had been presented, as well as doing his best to forget the fact that those nightmares were still haunting him at night. Donovan just starred at him it felt like at times, swore he was seeing him in places that he couldn't possibly be; like here. Steps led up to that building and it looked pretty common for what he'd been seeing along the way. Small notes were made on a piece of paper in a notepad that shoved easily into his back pocket. He had found a few things around his apartment that he could use to keep track of where things were on the outside. He was telling the truth though, he wanted to keep scouting the area and getting the layout of the land until there was really nothing left to be discovered. Knowing just seemed a lot safer than not. Browns scanned every time he turned a corner or walked into somewhere he wasn't familiar with, but after a good fifteen minute walk and multiple pauses along the way he was in front of her door and looking down the hallways cautiously before knocking on the door. Rocking back on the heels of his sneaks he wondered if she had a roommate too, would they be able to just speak freely there? This of course had his mind spinning with ideas of being constantly watched and listened to like a sort of conspiracy for a moment. He shook the thought though, running his hand through his hair. He couldn't purposely put himself into a state of panic right now. |