Scott McCall (blandly_moral) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-15 11:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hayley marshall (lostlittlewolf), ~~scott mccall (blandly_moral) |
Who: Scott McCall and Narrative/OPEN to anyone wandering deeper into the jungle
When: Friday morning
What: Pensive werewolf is pensive
Rating: DL for drama llama
Warnings: Melodrama
Scott left the main camp after the meltdown on Finnick’s post last night. He should have kept out of it. He shouldn’t have provoked Derek. Looking back at it he could admit that he took the argument to places it shouldn’t have gone, but he hadn’t started it. Maybe he had by commenting at all, but his “should be interesting” to Derek could have been taken any number of ways. He had deleted what he had originally said, after all. It had been Derek who took it wrong. That was one thing that was bothering him the most about all of this. No matter what Scott did Derek took it wrong and turned it around back on Scott. He felt that if he screwed up anywhere back in Beacon Hills that wasn’t entirely his fault. Fuck! It was a mess.
Then there was Isaac. Scott’s mom had taken Isaac in after his dad had died. Scott had welcomed him into the pack. Okay, so he tossed Isaac against a wall when he found out Isaac wanted to be with Allison, but he got over it. The thing about a pack of Alphas, a dark druid and then his best friend getting possessed by the Nogitsune kind of put things into perspective. He thought they were friends. He thought they were okay. Apparently he was wrong about that. Isaac went on to leave Beacon Hills and spent two years hating Scott. That was Scott’s future back home. In two years people he thought were his friends, people he trusted, people he turned to for advice and help ended up loathing him, Beacon Hills and everything that went on there. Not exactly a future he wanted.
But he didn’t seem to have much of a future here either. That fight had been very public. It showed Scott at his absolute worst. Arva had given him good advice. Meet others. Expand his horizons. He hadn’t even tried yet, and he screwed it up. Now he wondered if it was too late. With the exception of Stiles and Bri, the only thing any of them saw from him was anger and resentment. The answer was simple. He could avoid everyone from Beacon Hills except Stiles. But this was a commune right now and a damn small one at that. How could he avoid them? Lydia and Malia were both pregnant and the focus of a lot of curiosity and attention because of that. Derek and Isaac were making friends. Anyone who had gone to high school knew that you just couldn’t avoid the people you didn’t get along with in these situations. If he was going to stay here he had to find a way to make it work. Obviously, he couldn’t do that in the main camp. So he left, only telling Stiles, Bri and Finnick that he was doing so.
His plan was to get far away. There was plenty of the island that hadn’t been explored yet. He could find solitude. Finding it wouldn’t be a problem. Trails had been worn, and people’s scents were everywhere. Scott just pushed on until the environment became wilder, human scents became thinner to non-existent. Even then he pressed on through the night until there was absolutely no sign of humanity.
Finally, he crested a rise in the terrain and came out into a clearing that ended at a small cliff. He set down the pack of supplies he’d brought with him then walked to the ledge. His eyes looked out over the lower levels of the island and the ocean beyond. This would do. There was only one approach, and he would hear anyone coming before they were even half way up the hill. There was fresh water nearby. Any food he needed he could catch himself. And it was peaceful. Here he could think, try to rid himself of his anger and figure out what he should do: stay for Stiles and Bri or go home where he knew death, danger and pain waited for him? One would make the people who meant the world to him happy. The other would break their hearts, but he would be away from even more loss only his ghosts were alive and walking around. Scott sighed heavily then sat down at the edge of the cliff, his legs dangling over the side. He gave himself three days to make a decision and the sun was rising on the first.
[*Lyrics: Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man]