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Because one day I will play an OC with Chloe Bennet's face. Or Daisy. We just don't know. ANYWAY - we will comment with characters and requests. Surprises are a-okay. Shenanigans shall ensue.

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[wildkingdom]

[Malia grows up, she gets out of Beacon Hills, and she just wanders for a while. Picking up odd jobs here and there for cash when she needs it or borrowing money from Derek who is more than happy to give it to her. It's not the kind of thing where he's "making up" for what his mom did (because in a lot of ways, Malia can understand why) but he's generous with her.

She's family. A weird, oddly connected kind of family, but family all the same.

She eventually winds up in New York by virtue of chance, mostly, not really making any concrete decisions, but she found a decent job and an apartment that didn't smell like crap and she decides to stay. Making friends is taking a bit longer, mostly because she's staying true to Scott, and that means having to be diplomatic when it comes to other wolf packs, and diplomacy is not her strong suit.

This, however? This is not wolf business. This is not even human business. The people that she runs into while she's taking out the trash from the restaurant she's working in seem to fall into neither category, but what she does notice is that they're tasing some Asian dude, and they're all wearing suits.

Her time in Beacon Hills has taught her that guys in suits? Never a good sign.

Taking them out, however, is a little harder than she anticipated. Not impossible, anyway, all she has to do is flash her eyes and toss one of the guys into a wall without breaking a sweat for the teleporting bastards to decide to bail for greener pastures, leaving the Asian guy still tased on the ground.

Malia quickly moves to crouch over him.]

Hey.

[When he doesn't respond right away, she smacks him lightly on the face.]

Hey! I know you're not dead.

[gummibears]

Rude.

[ russell fires off his response weakly, certainly weaker than he would on any other given day. it can't be helped, really. motherfuckers tased his ass off. he shudders as the aftershocks ripple through his frame whole. it stings all the more to know that it wasn't just ultra agents. it was tomorrow people. people that should be one of their own, if jedikiah weren't plucking them away first. his first thought is: john young is gonna be so, so pissed.

his second thought is: cara is going to be so, so pissed, and she's scarier.

this is so undignified. ]

What if I was? Would you smack the shit out of a dead guy? [ still rude, malia. ]

[wildkingdom]

No.

[She says as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.]

I would have called the cops.

[Aren't you glad she was just smacking you instead, Russell? That being said, she'll lean back and reach for his hand as she does.]

C'mon. We should get you inside in case they send more guys.