cunningwolf | THE RANDOM SCENARIO

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THE RANDOM SCENARIO - PETER HALE EDITION

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ACTION.

Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
Fight for honor → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.

Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.

Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?

FLUFF.

Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.

Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?

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Peter sat on the spiral staircase, watching as Cora continued on her relentless need to use physical activity to ignore the problems of the moment. Not that he didn't get it - Derek did the exact same thing when he was a teenager - but it was getting to be a bit much after the two thousandth pullup.

"You do realize that anger isn't something you can get rid of from your sweat glands, right?"

She inhales sharply through her nose, and is silent for a long time as she finishes the set before letting herself drop down to the ground. Anger, it might not get rid of, but it's a viable outlet for her frustration. Plus it releases endorphins, which are supposed to make you happier.

In theory.

"At least it's something to do." She moves over to the table and reaches for her water bottle, eyeing him skeptically. "What are you doing? Other than criticizing my every move."

"I'm waiting for Derek to come home. We had dinner plans." Neither of those are true, but said with complete conviction that they could be true.

Cora isn't really sure about that statement, but Cora hasn't actually been sure of a single thing Peter has said since she'd come back to Beacon Hills. It's not that she doesn't trust him, it's just that ...

... No, it's that she doesn't trust him.

But she does know that for some unknown reason, Derek continues to keep him around, despite what he did to Laura, so Cora doesn't fight him. Doesn't think about all the ways she wants to tear him apart for taking her sister from her before she had the chance to see her again. In fact, it's that particular fight as she watches him, sprawled out languid and lazy on the couch like that of a content predator that makes her frustration levels rise again, claws wanting to tear into that smug face until there wasn't anything left.

(Only she wouldn't because she knows why Derek keeps him around. He's family. They don't exactly have a whole lot of family left. That's what keeps the claws digging into her palms instead of his chest, her teeth from being bared, her feet planted firmly on the ground in front of her.)

"Have fun waiting. I'm going to shower."

Peter just gives her a little finger wave as she goes off. Once he's certain that she's actually in the shower, he's up and moving down to go look through her things, because he wants to know exactly who his niece is now, what she's been up to, and what clues he can get from her stuff.

He's going to make sure he's also trying to block his scent from getting on anything. It wouldn't do to have her knowing what he was doing now, would it?

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Nope, but two can play at that game. She showers quickly - survival habit when the hot water can run out at a moment's notice - but leaves the water running once she's out to cover her tracks. She dresses and moves downstairs on quiet feet and not speaking until she's standing directly in the doorway.

"Find anything interesting?"

Peter doesn't even pause. Since he's been caught, there's no use trying to make up a story about what he's doing. "Perhaps. Just confirming a few things I had been wondering."

And he's going to turn back to look at Cora, just watching her. "Easier to just look when the person doesn't really like talking."

She watches him right back, face cool and impassive before raising her eyebrows back at him. "Well? What did you find?"

"Well, you're not smuggling drugs across the border. Just making sure there won't be unneeded attention coming at us while we have bigger things to handle."

She rolls her eyes a bit at that. "No, I'm not a drug mule. Anything else you want to know that you could just ask like a normal person?"

Peter regarded her again. Asking questions wasn't the way to gather information that he needed. People lied and while he could tell when he was being lied to, he found it was easier to just find his own answers than dealing with the useless back and forth to get the truth. Scents didn't lie. Physical objects held more answers than words. People weren't trustworthy.

But he could play the game if he had to, for her benefit until he decided just how useful his long-returned niece would be to him.

"Seeing that you haven't been all that forthcoming with wanting to share about your tragic six years apart from us, I wouldn't even know where to begin. Perhaps you should tell us what you think we should know."

"Maybe there's nothing to share." Her face doesn't give anything away, and her heartbeat is steady, mostly because the narration doesn't really know much about her time in South Americas because the writers never wrote anything. "I stayed hidden. I avoided the Callaveras. That's about it."

"And yet, somehow word about a Hale alpha managed to find it's way down to you. How very odd."

"I laid low. I didn't cut myself off completely." She waited for years for any sign of her family. Anything at all. The Hale alpha was just the thing that reached her first.

Technically, there never stopped being a Hale alpha, it just shift between people in the last year. Twice. Oops.

"But you didn't think to look beforehand to see if there were other survivors, like yourself?"

Whatever. She doesn't count you as the Hale alpha, so be quiet, Peter. In fact, that response to her explanation only merits the longest, driest look he'd ever seen.

"I was eleven. Hunters had just set our house on fire. Mom was ... " Her voice breaks off a bit, because she knows her mother died in that house. She didn't have to see it to feel it, that particular bond stronger than anything else. "How exactly was I supposed to see if there were any survivors?"

"Well, seeing you, at eleven, were able to make it all the way to South America on your own and survive for six years, one has to wonder just how much of that was luck, and how much was you having help."

"You and mom taught us how to survive, and you're surprised that I did?" She raises her eyebrows.

"On your own at eleven? Yes. I'm surprised Derek lasted and he was nineteen. Do you remember how hopeless he was around hunters?"

She raises her eyebrows back at him. "I guess when you see what could really happen with hunters, you learn to take those lessons pretty seriously." Escape a fire with your life and it doesn't matter how old you are. You don't stop running.

"A lot of hard lessons are born out of fire and loss."

Cora glances away for a moment, the sadness at the mention of the fire rolling off her. "I guess they are."

As they head into hour number four, Peter is sitting on the ground, his claws out and making tiny clicking noises as he drums them on the ground. Of course the wall around them would be made of metal as a once-fallout shelter constructions. Of course the door was similar and the hinges and locks were on the outside.

Nothing to do but sit and wait, and normally Peter was fine with waiting, but in this instance, he felt like he was in a coffin and the walls were starting to close in.

But there was a plus side to all this. "At least there wasn't a body in here after all," he pointed out. "By now it would be smelling pretty bad."

Lydia had joined him on the ground about ten minutes after he sat, due in part to the fact that she didn't really want him glancing up her skirt accidentally, and partly because her feet were starting to kill her. The place was cramped and crowded and definitely not where she wanted to be spending any amount of time, let alone four hours. With Peter Hale.

"Yes, that is...definitely a good thing," she replied, eyes slightly wide as she stared at the adjacent wall, unable to really fathom how they got into this position in the first place. It felt like one of her little moments, where she blinked and woke up somewhere totally different, with time breezing by her.

"So. You still haven't thought of any way for us to get out, have you?"

"Well, seeing that my strength isn't what it used to be, I don't think I'm up for punching my way out. I am working on a plan but I'm still trying to figure out what I can use in place bubblegum and the paperclip."

Turning to stare at him for a moment, she tried to figure out exactly what kind of plan might involve bubblegum and a paperclip. She, at least, had a bobby pin or two. Maybe those would come in handy.

"What exactly are you thinking of?" She asked, unable to resist doing so. MacGyvering escape routes was never her specialty, not unless it involved a homemade self-igniting Molotov cocktail. Something Peter would have been intimately acquainted with.

"Seeing that this thing was designed to withstand a possible nuclear strike, there isn't a lot we can do at the moment to get ourselves out. What we need to do is focus on getting people to us. Which means being able to send a signal."

A sigh. A heavy one, too. Because no matter how many times she realised and remembered that this place was built to keep things out (and therefore, other things in - like them, at that very moment), it never got more reassuring. Mostly because they weren't in the middle of a nuclear strike.

"You don't want me to scream, do you? I have a feeling I might be a little too close to you for that."

"Of course not. I'd like to not end up with permanent hearing loss." He rolled his eyes, and held out his hand. Can I see your cell phone?"

"You'd heal." Eventually. Maybe. Hey, if he was capable of basically coming back from the dead, she was fairly certain that he could heal from hearing loss. Her eyes slid from his face to his outstretched hand, and she tentatively reached into an unseen pocket and withdrew her phone, unlocking it with a deft gesture, and offered it out to him. "Don't text anyone stupid messages. I'm trusting that you're above that."

Peter gave her a look. Really? But then he pressed the phone to the crack of the door, trying to see if the reception changed. "Too bad we don't have any tin foil to wrap around something. We used to do that to our television antenna to give us stronger reception."

Her eyebrows just lifted. Yes, really. They were both bored, and perhaps he'd try anything to see if it worked. There wasn't much chance of it working, not if things kept up this way, but she had to cover her bases.

"Keeping anything of any use in here would just make too much sense. That would be far too easy, and we can't have that," she remarked bitterly, pursing her mouth. "And it's too bad I didn't think to read up on how to get out of rooms like this before we came down here. The internet has practically all the information you could hope for at your fingertips, and I am clearly not utilising it to its fullest."

"I'm sure getting trapped in here wasn't on your to do list," he said offhandedly, his focus on her cell phone. He pressed it against the crack of the door, moving it slowly and watching the bars to see if reception would pick back up.

"No, it wasn't. I have things to study for," Lydia pointed out, despite knowing full well that she was more than prepared for any exams that were coming up. She frowned a little as she watched him intently. "Any luck?"

"Patience....." he's moving the phone oh so slowly, and then stops when a single bar appears. "I think we may have found a weak -" and then the bar was gone. "Damn."

She sighed loudly as the bar disappeared, resting her head back against the wall with a soft thud. "Any other ideas? Someone has to find us eventually. I don't know about you, but I know for certain that my friends are going to wonder where I am.

"There's no way you can just claw us out of here?"

"If I could have clawed us out, don't you think that I would have already?"

He kept the phone held against the spot, watching as the bar came back, and then a moment later disappeared. "Did you tell anyone you were coming here?"

"Maybe you just got your nails done, and weren't inclined to get them done again." Yes, she was kidding. The remark was dry as a desert, her eyes sliding down to him again. "You have your own reasons for doing quite a few things. I won't claim to understand most of them."

A beat. "I might've mentioned it to Stiles, along with a few other potential places we were thinking of looking. He'll figure it out. He always does."

"This bar keeps appearing and disappearing." He held the phone out to her. "Type out a message to him, and hit send when the bar appears. You may be able to get it to him if it's short enough to process in the time that there's a signal."

She accepted the phone back, cradling its familiar weight in one palm as she frowned, thinking of the shortest, easiest way to convey that they needed help and where. Within a moment, she had the simplest form of the address and a simple help tacked on. Then Lydia shifted forward, scooting to kneel in front of the door, carefully moving her phone back and forth as he'd done, her thumb hovering over the 'send' button. A couple of moments later, she hastily hit it, all but holding her breath.

For good measure, she gently set her phone down right there beside the crack of the door, where the bar continued to waver in and out of service.

As she straightened up, Lydia pursed her mouth, staring at him a little. "You know, all things considered, your company hasn't actually been that bad."

"See, I keep telling you all that I'm not the bad guy here anymore." At least, not today. "I can be pleasant company."

"Pleasant company, sure, but I think we all reserve the right to decide whether or not you're the bad guy here. You have to admit, you haven't exactly been 'good'," she pointed out. "Neutral, at best."

Chaotic neutral.

"I have been what I've needed to be to get the job done," Peter pointed out. "I just don't feel that sugar coating things for delicate sensibilities does anything but negate the seriousness of situations."

She hummed at that, looking at him as though seeing him for the first time. "Well, that's certainly true. I couldn't argue that even if I wanted to. But even if you have gotten the job done, I don't know that it was always in the best way.

"I just find it interesting that for everything you can do, we're still here. But I suppose you're already brainstorming for what we'll do once we're out."

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