1st Bite // [ Audio ]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ The voice that comes over the network is one that just SOUNDS like it belongs to someone ruggedly handsome. Gruff but friendly. Almost endearing. ]

I hate to trouble anyone with this but I could...really use some help. I don’t really know much of what’s going on here. One moment, I’m trying to fight off this psycho kid who tried to torch my house and the next I’m...I don’t really know WHERE I am, honestly. It kind of looks like my house, but...not exactly. And I’m...well, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m in a bad way. So when I say I need help, I guess what I really mean to ask is...does anyone know how to treat burns?

[ That should get at least one or two saps lured in for him to feed on. ]

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[text; private]

[semifreakingnormal]

[Lydia doesn't have claws, he wants to say. He wants to yell I'm faster than both of you. He knows if he opens his mouth, he'll shout at her that he can't watch either of them die again, he has too many nightmares about it as is.

He just wants to protect them, except Allison never really wanted to be protected. She can probably handle it. Scott tells himself that a dozen times, but it doesn't help.]

okay. i'll be your backup

[He won't walk in first. He won't go in at all. But he will lurk out side and probably run into Isaac and let his palms sweat over it.]

[text; private]

[theresalwayshope]

thank you.

i will be back. and i will be fine. i promise.