from my heart down to my legs WHO: remus & stiles WHERE: the sheriff station WHEN: 26 august, afternoon WHAT: looking for a place to hulk out that will keep him from hurting other people during said hulking (and by hulk we mean wolf) WARNINGS: tbd STATUS: In-progress
Ever since he awoke in the unfamiliar bed in the unfamiliar room, Remus had spent most of his time trying to familiarise himself with everything. It seemed as if Marrowood was very different than what he had ever experienced-- from what he read on the network, it allowed and disallowed specific things from people’s worlds. One of the first things he did was experiment with his spellcasting, and record his findings on a piece of scrap paper with a discarded, quill-like item (he believed was called a ‘pen’ by the gentleman behind the front desk). Knowing that at least two other people from his world were in this same place, he wondered time and again whether or not they had done exactly what he had done.
From the basic to the more complex, Remus tested every spell he could think of from the top of his head. At least, most every spell. No matter how desperate, he didn’t believe he would ever be capable of an Unforgivable, and he supposed that was just as well. Until the likes of You-Know-Who or Sirius Black were to appear, he wasn’t sure there would even be need for it, in spite of what he’d read on the network concerning not so friendly creatures making their way here.
The first full-moon he experienced was just as awful, which he supposed hadn’t come as a real shock. Perhaps a small part of him had hoped beyond hope that Marrowood would at the very least provide a reprieve from the transformations, but that wasn’t to be the case. It seemed as though no matter what, he was doomed to be a beast once every month regardless of falling into an apparent different dimension.
Fortunately, he’d come relatively prepared, with a handful of wolfsbane potions at the ready. He’d already used up one, and he knew the second would be used within a couple of weeks. That would leave him only two more until he would be unable to control him, to force himself into a docile state. The very thought frightened him more than he could say, and a brief hunt around the perimeter of the town confirmed his fear that there didn’t seem to be a ready supply of wolfsbane.
His next step was then to find a secure place where he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone. So long as he was separated from people and kept in a tightly locked up place and maybe a few protection charms-- things he could ensure with a spell, after many tests-- he could forego his search for wolfsbane for the time being.
But many places in Marrowood already appeared occupied, with the other people who’d come through having taken up a few of the emptied buildings or at the very least begun branching out themselves. There seemed to be a significant lack of abandoned buildings, to his surprise for such a horror-themed town, and Remus found himself in a desperate way. There had to be something he could do. The Sleepy Hollow didn’t feel as secure as he wished it was, and he desperately did not want to become the next monster the residents had to fear.
Ending up at the sheriff’s station seemed an obvious conclusion. Not that he was entirely sure what a sheriff’s station was, though he quickly surmised it must have been like a muggle variant of an auror’s office. Surely, then, they would have somewhere secure to lock up a thing like him. Or at the very least, the means to put him down should it come to it...not that he wanted it to come to that, of course.
“Hello?” he said as he walked in, tentatively taking a look around. It seemed to be a relatively clean place, a stark contrast from the other places he’d seen thus far. When no one immediately replied, Remus slipped his hand into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around the wand concealed there as he stepped further in. As much as he wanted to find a place for others to be kept safe from him, he didn’t want to get dead along the way.
“Er, hello? I’m a bit new here-- looking for a bit of help,” he tried again, wondering if he should go looking through the building.