eeeeevil idea. Lucifer is on zee loose, screwing with him?castfromhomeNovember 14 2012, 17:23:09 UTC
Hello. Stiles, is it? My name is Nick. [Sympathetic, smiling face, casual clothes, Lucifer can pull off the therapist routine well. He also wants a good look at the person closest to Sam, his.. slightly corrupted vessel.]
Your Dad said he had some concerns. You were brought into the hospital raving about werewolves and monsters.
YES! My phone is acting up, it shut off and won't turn on ):alotofadderallNovember 14 2012, 17:50:23 UTC
I'm not crazy. [It's what he opens with, pleadingly. There'd been a rogue wolf and Stiles had gotten a concussion...and kind of flown off the handle, rushing into the police station to get his dad to safety.
So now here he was, ankles bound in plastic straps to a bed, in white psych linens. Thanks, Dad.]
evil phone! Lucifer, for the record, is /gleeful/ about this..castfromhomeNovember 14 2012, 17:57:41 UTC
[Lucifer gives him a friendly sort of wink, pulling his chair up close to the side of the bed. He’s seen enough asylums now (thank you Sam) to know what was expected and the role he needed to play.] Between you and me? I don’t like that word.
You took a fairly nasty bump to the head that night, and I’m sure things look.. disorienting out in the woods that time of night. What were you doing out there, Stiles? Your Dad says you’re out quite a bit. He’s very worried.
I was...drinking. I was drinking and I fell and hit my head. [Stiles lies offhandedly, tugging his leg, but it won't budge.] Why the hell am I strapped to this thing anyway?
[This guy - Nick, apparantly - seemd nice enough, but something about him was making Stiles uneasy. Too pleasant. Maybe it was just this psych ward; it gave him the creeps.]
You were fairly adamant last night that you had to protect your Dad from a rogue wolf of some kind. We had to keep you restrained so you didn’t hurt yourself.
[Lucifer flips through his file. There was no alcohol in your blood last night.
[He purses his lips, examining the simple gold and silver band Stiles was wearing.] Does this have something to do with Sam? That’s something else your father seems rather concerned about. [Another painted on look of concern as he flips through a fabricated file on one Sam Winchester.] Sam is.. a troubled young man. Lost both of his parents, jail time, he even spent his own time in a facility like this following a psychotic break.
How did you - [Stiles' eyes widen at the mention of Sam, and he moves to cover the band, though it's too late.] This has nothing to do with him.
...I'm 18. [Stiles eyes "Nick" warily. He's not doing a psychoanalysis on his relationship with Sam, whatever that file may contain, his dad didn't know the half of it. And Stiles wasn't about to believe anything out of that file for a second.]
[Lucifer looks almost sorrowful.] Sam hasn’t told you about that, has he? That’s to be expected.
[Don’t take his word for it, Stiles. He starts pulling documents out of a file, an arrest record, federal warrants, pronounced dead twice over, and the coup de grace, his file from the asylum.] I know you’re 18. But I’m concerned that your thoughts aren’t completely clear when it comes to Sam. It’s natural to think with your heart instead of your head.
Seeing a man so much older than you. It must be exciting having his attention like that.
On the contrary, he does have quite a lot to do with this. [If only you knew how much, Stiles. Lucifer sits back, flipping through the file. Sam Winchester's greatest hits.] You started going missing more often when you started seeing Sam.
Coming home beaten up, telling your Dad you were mugged? [Raised eyebrows.]
I was mugged. [Stiles reddens at Nick's insinuations, glancing away.] This isn't about Sam and I'm done talking about it. It's none of your business. I was drunk and I hit my head.
Werewolves are just so much hotter. [Stiles answers slowly, making eye contact with Nick. He keeps his expression as even as possible, tugging idly at the leg straps again.]
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Your Dad said he had some concerns. You were brought into the hospital raving about werewolves and monsters.
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So now here he was, ankles bound in plastic straps to a bed, in white psych linens. Thanks, Dad.]
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You took a fairly nasty bump to the head that night, and I’m sure things look.. disorienting out in the woods that time of night. What were you doing out there, Stiles? Your Dad says you’re out quite a bit. He’s very worried.
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[This guy - Nick, apparantly - seemd nice enough, but something about him was making Stiles uneasy. Too pleasant. Maybe it was just this psych ward; it gave him the creeps.]
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[Lucifer flips through his file. There was no alcohol in your blood last night.
[He purses his lips, examining the simple gold and silver band Stiles was wearing.] Does this have something to do with Sam? That’s something else your father seems rather concerned about. [Another painted on look of concern as he flips through a fabricated file on one Sam Winchester.] Sam is.. a troubled young man. Lost both of his parents, jail time, he even spent his own time in a facility like this following a psychotic break.
He’s also quite a bit older than you, isn’t he?
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...I'm 18. [Stiles eyes "Nick" warily. He's not doing a psychoanalysis on his relationship with Sam, whatever that file may contain, his dad didn't know the half of it. And Stiles wasn't about to believe anything out of that file for a second.]
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[Don’t take his word for it, Stiles. He starts pulling documents out of a file, an arrest record, federal warrants, pronounced dead twice over, and the coup de grace, his file from the asylum.] I know you’re 18. But I’m concerned that your thoughts aren’t completely clear when it comes to Sam. It’s natural to think with your heart instead of your head.
Seeing a man so much older than you. It must be exciting having his attention like that.
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It's none of your business. [Stiles crosses his arms, glaring at Nick.] Sam has nothing to do with this and I didn't ask for your opinion.
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Coming home beaten up, telling your Dad you were mugged? [Raised eyebrows.]
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Can I leave yet?
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Tell me Stiles. Why werewolves. That's a bit, fantastical, isn't it? I thought vampires were what's popular.
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