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Derek Hale is the worst alpha (theworstalpha) wrote in paradisolog,
@ 2016-04-07 16:07:00

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~derek hale (theworstalpha), ~sara lance (theyellowbird)

WHO: Derek Hale & ~~OTA~~ Sara Lance
WHERE: The lake near camp
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHAT: Cooling off in the lake
WARNINGS: Passing mention of non-sexual nudity
STATUS: Complete

Some have labeled me so savvy and I'll admit, I agree to disagree.

This place moved at the speed of goddamned light, Derek realized. Part of him was wary of that, but the other part wanted very much to embrace it, because it meant he didn't have to let himself wallow in missing Larissa. He'd had his grieving period, he accepted that they couldn't be together and it was sad, but he would never begrudge her her decision. It had been a short while since they'd parted ways and Derek wanted to make the most of the opportunity before him. He could do something here that actually mattered and nobody had to die for him to do it. ...that said, it was more than a little overwhelming to be approached about fathering a woman's child when he'd never seen or spoken to her before.

But the fact that he'd gotten two propositions from two beautiful women in less than twelve hours certainly didn't suck.

Derek had spent the first night in the jungle as a wolf, because he hadn't had an awful lot of time during the first day to build a shelter for himself. He'd woken this morning with the sun and gotten straight to work. Derek observed the other rudimentary shelters and, while he had no actual idea what the hell he was doing, he assumed that a little trial and error would help him figure it out. How hard could it really be?

A lot harder than he'd thought, as it turned out, and halfway into the afternoon, when he was sweating buckets and had stripped down to his boxer shorts to work only to find that it didn't help how hot and exhausted he was — or the fact that he couldn't get his goddamned shelter to stay upright, for that matter — Derek gave up. He'd sleep in the jungle again as the wolf and that was just as well for him. It wasn't like he minded. Hell, maybe he could keep an ear out for potential threats approaching the camp. He didn't think the bear would venture in that far with the swell of numerous human scents floating around, but he might not be able to say the same for something else.

"Fuck this," he grunted, kicking the remnants of a third attempt at a shelter as it laid in a heap of branches and leaves at his feet. Wiping his forehead with the curve of of his shoulder and upper arm, Derek stalked away from the sad remains of a failed attempt and headed to the lake. He probably should've been a little more self-conscious considering the plethora of people from his past, but he wasn't; if they didn't like it, they wouldn't look and Derek wasn't going to walk around in soggy boxer shorts the rest of the day just to make a bunch of people he never really felt connected with happy, anyway. He left the boxer shorts on a rock and dove into the lake, surfacing a few yards away, a few seconds later and he shook his head sharply to send the worst of the water flying.

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theyellowbird
2016-04-08 06:09 am UTC (link)

Her days had fallen into an almost routine since her arrival, which really had not been all that long. In the morning, she woke up and met Lydia for training, which was at an easier pace given the younger girl's current condition. But she could still teach her to properly hold a bow, and work on her target practice. After training was done, Sara spent a little more time on her shelter, slowly building it into some sort of home. Lunch was typically fruit and nuts. After that, training. Sara was currently building a training course for herself. At some point she was probably going to have to point that out to everyone so they didn't do anything to it, or wonder what it was. It wasn't anything special, but it kept her running, climbing, and practicing with her bow and arrows. Finding new places to run or to expand it to also helped her remember the island.

The heat of this place didn't bother her so much, Nanda Parbat was just as bad, if not worse at times. The League didn't have tropical beaches, the ocean waves or beautiful waterfalls and lakes to make it better. Her runs also gave her time to think about pretty much anything and everything. From leaving the Legends behind for now, to what she should be doing with her time on this island, since she had zero plans to ever pop out any babies. She was not mother material, even if she didn't have to actually raise the kid.

She had been training for over an hour when she came up on the lake, planning to stop for a water break and to splash her face. Despite being able to tolerate the heat, she'd welcome something cooler. She came up on the lake, pulling off her makeshift quiver filled with arrows and placing it against a rock very carefully along with her bow.

Sara had gone a few more steps when she finally realized that there was already someone here and in the lake. It took her a minute to recognize him. He was the new guy, Derek she was almost confident was his name. The werewolf who seemed to already know people from home as well. Slowing down her pace, she approached the edge of the lake and dropped down beside it, dipping her hands in the water to cup them and splash some water on her face.

"How's your first full day going?" she asked once she had wiped any water from her eyes. She spoke loud enough for her voice to carry over to him, unsure if super-hearing was part of the werewolf package.

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theworstalpha
2016-04-08 02:59 pm UTC (link)

At the sound of the woman's voice, Derek looked toward the source. He recognized her from the entry he'd posted onto the network — the one who brought up the hunting; she must be one of their providers, since no one else brought that up. He smiled and ran a hand over his face to wipe away the droplets of water slipping out of his hair. "Hey," he called back. "Sara, right?"

Good question, he thought, because it had been an interesting one, that was for sure. So, he hesitated a little awkwardly before letting out a nervous laugh and giving a little shrug in the form of a tilt of his head more than a movement of his shoulders. "Uh...well...it's been interesting, I'll give it that," he decided aloud. Somehow it felt kind of like judgement to mention the first message he'd gotten in the morning — he wasn't judging her, it was just weird and he wasn't interested — and it felt ungrateful to complain that the experience of paradise was almost definitely going to be ruined to some capacity by the fact that his past had apparently beaten him to the punch. It would be easy enough to ignore them if he actually put his mind to it and he didn't owe any of them a goddamned thing. Well...maybe he owed Isaac, but he didn't owe the rest of them; he'd done his part just as much as they'd done theirs and he was done with living in fear every day. That had been crippling and exhausting and miserable. Living down in Brazil, finally being free from all of that, and being able to reach down into his soul to dredge up the person he used to be before everything went to hell had felt incredible. Derek wasn't willing to give that up on the account of the mere presence of a handful of people he didn't give a shit about and the beta who'd survived Derek's terrible leadership. This place could still be cool, it just wouldn't be...as cool. He could deal with that.

"What about you? How's your day going?" he countered in the effort to strike up a conversation. If he was going to stay moved past Beacon Hills, then the smartest move was to integrate himself into other groups of people, and that was exactly what Derek intended to do.