MarinaNova Asylum

No longer your prison.

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July 12th, 2012


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[info]alwaysrobin
[info]marinanova

[action/voice] day 175


[info]alwaysrobin
[info]marinanova
[so besides from finding out that you're stuck in prison for life what could be worse? Oh yeah finding out that a clone of you is back home hanging out with your friends, going to your school, and living with your dad.]

[Stiles looks up at the domed ceiling, flat on his back on the sand. The waves lap at his feet, but he can't really bring himself to care. He remembers the last time he went to beach. He and his dad had packed the Jeep and driven half way there before they had to go back, thanks to sheriff business, but they promised each other they'd try and go again.]

[And they would. Except Stiles would be here on this beach, while his clone - He rolls sharply to his left and gets a face full of sand, ruining his angst moment. Sigh. Feel free to observe the pathetic lump stretched out on the sand.]


So, do messages in a bottle work here? Because I'd do pretty much anything if I could talk to someone back home. Cellphone with texting capabilities, anyone? Telegraph? ...Cans with string? There has to be some way, right? ...There has to be.