laography | everybody wants to rule the world

Yeah, yeah, I hear you. [ John nods his head enthusiastically, thrilled to hell and back by this gimmick. Little red riding hood isn't so helpless, here. ] We'll keep that basket of goodies good and safe, for now, but once you're in the woods that's all on you.

[ Having a biased interviewer probably isn't that good for the alphas, but it sure as hell is for team Derek and Stiles. If he can help Laura's brother and his tribute, then he's going to give it a pretty good shot. Still, he has to ask the questions that'll appease the masses, so. ] But man, the fact you're even going to grandma's at all is kinda deep. Volunteering for-- Scott McCall, right?

[ Stiles' face softens a little and he looks down, something in his heart twinging at the memory. ] Yeah. My best friend--we were practically raised together. He's basically my brother.

[ It'd been a split second decision, because they were taking Scott away, and Allison and Scott's mom were screaming, and that's when he'd yelled it, I volunteer, I volunteer, leave him alone! ] I don't regret it.

[ No one good ever wins these things. No one good ever survives. Scott would throw himself in front of someone who was weaker to save their lives. Stiles...well, Stiles didn't have any love for these tributes, considering how little they had for him, and in a dog eat dog kinda place, he knows Scott wouldn't have made it long. ]

[ John goes quiet for a moment, out of a sort of respect. Some people train all their lives, in the event that they get selected. But no one ever chooses for themselves, and they've seen some pretty good people die within the first ten minutes of the game start because their hearts weren't in it or they just were not prepared. ]

Brotherly love. I get that. [ He nods, a little more subdued. ] Better you than him?

[ If Stiles is going with the self depreciation route, he'll feed it. But in the end, he can't help but agree. No one good ever survives. Good people go in, but they either die or they come out damaged. Derek Hale was a good kid, had gone into the games willing to risk his life for Paige-- had admitted, later, to Laura that that was his plan all along-- and he came out with a hole in his soul and a personal vendetta against the alphas. And they knew it. ]

Exactly. [ He casts John a small, half crooked smile, and there's a loud "awwww" from the crowd. It wasn't fake by any means necessary, but it seems like despite his less than kosher stunt in the test room, the audiences were starting to like him. That was good; the more sponsors he could attract, the better.

Folding his hands, he looks at John, directly, something burning in his brown eyes. ] I told him forever ago that I can't really see a world without him in it for me, so it kinda made sense if I had to go first.

[ Scott wouldn't let him volunteer. He kept saying it over and over, when they grabbed Stiles by the arm, that he was willing to take it instead, but once the words were out, they were out. They were brothers, and they died together. That was how it was supposed to go. ] But I'm not planning on going anywhere, so he'll just have to sock me in the arm when I get back for volunteering before he could say anything.

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[ As the crowd feels their hearts soften around the edges, John smiles at Stiles easily. It's not manic like his usual expressions are, wired and wide, but instead something lighter. It takes a lot of balls and a certain kind of person, to step forward like that for someone else. Hopefully this kid gets through things all right. ]

Sounds a lot like he'll slug you pretty hard for that one, but here's hoping you can get to grandma's and back before he misses you too much. [ His eyes flick to one of the nearby cameras, eyebrows twitching in amusement. It's a sort of hear that? directed to the audience at home, but then he's looking dead on at Stiles again. ]

Who else is waiting for you back in sunny ol' Beacon Hills? Can't just be Scott, can it?

My dad. [ Stiles fidgets with his fingers, unable to stop the nervous gesture, as he thinks about his family. His mom's gone, and his dad--well, he was all he had left.

It occurs to him a couple seconds later that he probably meant something else. ] --Romantically? Oh god, nothing. I'm the biggest loser to have ever lost--pun really, hopefully not intended--but definitely mateless.

[ John nearly cackles when Stiles catches the usual intent behind the question, pulling his glasses off so they don't slip down his face while he shakes with barely restrained laughter. ]

We'll come back to your dad in a sec, but-- definitely mateless? Think you could meet your match here in the capitol?

[ And that's when he utilizes his eyebrows as mentioned, waggling them at him. ]

[ Stiles scoffs, and loudly. ] In the Werewolf Thunderdome? Yeah, that would sure as hell be my luck, that I meet my mate and then I have to cut their heads off.

[ His sarcasm is really not meant for national TV, oops. Maybe you should turn down the bite a little, buddy. ]

[ John enjoys it. The alphas? Probably not so much. The audience? It's a mixed board. ]

Nah, you could definitely meet them outside Werewolf Thunderdome. Win in their honor, run off into the sunset, the whole spiel.

[ He waves his glasses, positively delighted by this interview to be perfectly honest. ]

Dude, I've got three days until the competition--my whole time out here is gonna be spent between that training room and this super cushy bed I don't have back home. If I meet a mate here they're gonna be-- [ As he's ticking off on his fingers. ] out for my blood, a servant I'm gonna run away with, Aladdin style, or my sheets.

[ Stiles does grin at that, lopsided and sarcastic. Lydia is going to kill him when this is over. ] They are black silk, pretty fancy stuff.

You marry those sheets, Stilinski. You marry them good and take them home with you. [ He points with his glasses, hardly bothered by the absurdity of this conversation. His supervisors are going to have his head, but he's just showcasing how very different Stiles is from all the other betas that they've all interviewed so far. ]

Think your dad would approve of that one? [ Easing back from absurd into an actual interview, there, they can't be too mad at him. ]

If I was happy, you bet your ass he would be. I mean, I'm trying not to give him a heart attack, so it's gonna have to be someone a little more sentient, but he's cool like that.

[ The banter has definitely helped to relax Stiles a little, though, and he seems to really be settling into his own during the interview. His answers aren't forced, which is either a blessing and a curse, and the tension is leaking out of his shoulders, albeit slowly. ]

It's what my mom would've wanted to see, anyway.

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