Russ C (greasemonkey) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-09 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !teen wolf, *log, ford campbell, russ campbell |
Who: Campbell boys
What: A rescue attempt
When: Immediately after hotel shenanigans
Where: Beacon Hills, Teen Wolf door.
[He half expected a teenage boy's room.
Socks, and fucking posters and high school, and if the kid was remotely fucking perky, Russ was going to punch his teeth down his throat. The kid had disappeared willingly into Sam's place and he'd ignored the stomach-kick of guilt that he'd been sat in a fucking car all night and the chaser of worry as to where the hell Marina had fucked off to. His buzz had worn off the second he'd realized he was covered in some other fucking dude's spunk and that he didn't have time to have a fucking shower before going after his kid brother who sounded worse than when he'd been living with zombies as company.
All things considered? The fact that the door spat him into a house actively trying to fall down in the ass-end of woods, nowhere close to a road was a step up. Russ schlepped toward the road and some fucker who felt sorry for him pointed out the right way, their dog leaping about like Russ was fucking steak, and he made the high school by the time dawn was finished doing whatever the fuck dawn did.
He broke the window. He didn't bother with the door, wrapped his jacket around him and hopped over the ledge. And then he yelled real loud, his footsteps heavy in corridors meant to echo with kids as he looked for one skinny fucking kid in particular.]
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