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someone else might have teased the man ; made him work for her name. she wasn't much about playing games, though. " i wasn't aware that we were keeping count. thought we were here to have a good time. plus...--- i hate math. " she replied, leaning forward to clink her glass to his. " and the name is malia. " throwing her head back, she downed the shot.
Marcel was enjoying the woman before her. She could keep up with her liquor but hold conversation pretty well in between. “Trust me, I have years of experience. Now you gonna tell me your name before we make it to shot... what number is this again?”
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malia could tell that the girl cared about this person with the name of boyd. it was a way of caring that malia had only felt towards a couple of people as well. however, her eyes narrowed slightly at the mentioned of derek hale. she had never seen this girl in her life. " i haven't seen him in a long time. " malia immediately replied. " why are you looking for derek ? "
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strangely enough, it felt like an eternity since she had seen him, and yet it also felt like it was yesterday. as if time had stood still for the both of them, but she knew it had not. her senses springing into action as she took him all in. she could not deny that she felt a sense of relief to see that he was okay after all this time. after a second, she finally smiled back. " you haven't changed one bit. " she bluntly pointed out. " how..-- how are you and lydia doing ? "
soon came a voice that held a mixture of surprise, recognition, and maybe even a hint of relief. he turned towards the source of the voice, his eyes widening in genuine surprise. "malia?" stiles exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and delight. it had been a while since he had seen her, but the familiar presence felt like a lifeline amidst the sea of strangers. he set his cup down on the refreshment table and took a step closer, his dorky smile lighting up his features. "man am i glad to see you." he chuckled happily.
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" don't worry, i won't rat you out to the town council. i couldn't care less. " she assured him. he could save his appreciation for someone that actually cared. " i'm just here for the drinks and free pizza, to be honest. some advice, though: stay away from the punch. " give it to the werecoyote to keep it honest and harsh. " you came from...-- mystic falls, correct ? "
Her comment was harsh, but fair. He did not intend to sound ungrateful, knowing that the town had welcomed them with open arms, when they had no where else to go. "I did not mean to sound ungrateful -- it's just not what I'm used to." He nodded, weakly smiling, hoping to call a truce. "Everything is very much appreciated."
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expecting an answer, malia was taken back when she got a question shot back at her. the smile paired with it was surprising, to say the least. her own eyebrow raised on her forehead. the blonde was supernatural, but what ? she did not have the scent of a werewolf or any other supernatural creature she had encounter. she smelled like...--- death. " werecoyote. " malia finally answered. " are you going to tell me what you are or you like to be mysterious ? "
lexi’s eyebrows knitted together in a slight frown over the other woman’s actions. with her enhanced senses it was all too easy to hear the slight sniff from the stranger, and understanding suddenly lit her features. “let me guess, werewolf?” she asked with a smile, completely at ease. unlike most vampires, she had no issue with the other supernatural creature.
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malia had somehow wandered into the town hall. looking for something to do ; for someone she recognized among the sea of new people. it felt strange to not know anyone. sure, she still kept contact with scott and others from the pack, but they had all gone their separate ways. those thoughts sometimes tugged at her heart strings. as if by chance, she heard a familiar voice ; too familiar. could it be that she was hallucinating ? going insane ? her heart skipped a beat as she scanned the area. that's when she spotted him. standing there frowning at the drink. she slowly approached him. after a moment, she finally breathed out a single word.
" stiles "
stiles moved into the town hall, his eyes scanned the room as if he were searching for a familiar face, someone to hopefully subdue the anxiety that riddled the male. taking a deep breath, he then moved further into the room, a playful glint settled in his eyes, revealing his readiness for whatever this welcoming party had in store. he made a beeline for the refreshment table, where a punch bowl sat laden with a concoction of uncertain origin. stiles didn't hesitate, he grabbed a cup, filled it to the brim, and took a sip with an exaggerated grimace. "wow, this punch could wake the dead," he quipped loudly, shuddering before taking another sip, somehow surprised that it didn't taste any better on the second try.
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let it be her werecoyote genes or the recent years of drinking experience, but malia was not feeling any of the shots. it appeared that the male before her wasn't either. this had officially become a challenge, and malia never backed down from one. " i'm not worried if i can't take it. i'm questioning if you can. " she poured another round of shots as she spoke.
Marcel had probably been on his tenth shot, not even feeling the liquor hitting him. "You ready to give up yet, looking at the person sitting across from him. Maybe it was deceitful but he was a vampire. Might as well use it to his advantage. "Come on, one more. You can take it,"
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malia was downing her own drink on the other side of the room. for completely different reasons than erica, though. she was there to have a good time. obviously she could hear everyones conversation if she concentrated hard enough. however, there was one sound that was the loudest of all. even above the music. a heartbeat. malia could not help but look for the owner. a scent being paired with the heartbeat as she got closer to the person. " who's boyd ? " she immediately asked.
Erica was trying to ignore that feeling. The one that someone was talking about her. It was even worst than before she turned now. Erica Reyes? Wasn't she missing? I thought she died? Ran off with that guy. What was his name? "Vernon Boyd. But he liked to be called Boyd," She realized though that she seemed to be speaking to herself. Because the people gossiping was across the room. She grabbed a drink that was at the table nearby and downed it. Maybe it would save her. She heard footsteps and she was sure they were her hearing going in and out. But not till she felt a presence nearby. "Sorry," She said.
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strangely enough, dancing was one of the first things that malia caught onto when she returned to being human. it felt natural and --- feral. whenever presented with an opportunity to let her body loose, she took it. " later ? why later when we can go right now. " she dared the other with the slightest smirk.
"so ⸺ should i be expecting to see your moves out on the dance floor later tonight?" melissa quizzed, an eyebrow arching in the other's direction. melissa's words hung playfully in the air, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. the music throbbed with a pulsating rhythm, a siren's call to join the rhythmic celebration that was unfolding on the dance floor.
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malia tilted her head at the other's observations. all she had ever known was beacon hills, and whenever she had travelled it hadn't been out of pleasure. she sometimes wondered what other cities had to offer. " where you expecting fireworks and a parade ? " she asked, innocently and bluntly.
" It doesn't quite have the Mystic Falls flare." He joked, pouring his lips slightly as he surveyed the room. He was impressed considering the timing, knowing that they must have put this together swiftly. "Though given the timing , I suppose it's not bad." He sighed, turning his attention to them with a smile. He was unsure how to feel following his return. He had found Lexi, so knew he was not alone, but it left many questions in his mind.
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" i guess cute can be a word for it. " malia was quick to reply to the stranger next to her. the blonde was beautiful ; no denying that. a stranger nonetheless, though. she leaned forward, slightly, to sniff the other out. not even bothering to be discreet about it. it was a new scent, and she could not help but scrunch her nose. " boring and claustrophobic can also be another word for it. you smell..-- different. what are you ? " she bluntly asked.
" wow i kind of forgot how cute little town's are. " the blonde's lips were curved into a wide smile, eyes alight with excitement as she looked over to the person standing nearby. the moment she had heard beacon hills was having a party for the newcomers she'd been set on attending, waiting until nightfall to venture out. "this is such a good idea."
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╰ † 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: was that MALIA TATE i saw arriving into beacon hills today? i hear that they are 22 years old and are a werecoyote. they are known to remind others of messy hair ; combat boots, running barefoot in the grass & a wolf is a wolf even outside the forest. i do wonder what adventures are in store for them?
𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !
name . . . . malia elizabeth tate ( hale )
age . . . . twenty-two years old
sexuality . . . . bisexual
date of birth . . . . november 28th
place of birth . . . . unknown
gender . . . . female
pronouns . . . . she/her
current location . . . . beacon hills, california
languages . . . . english and a little french
𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !
zodiac . . . .saggitarius
bad habits . . . . act first, ask questions later. holds grudges. sometimes too blunt for her own good.
hobbies . . . . eating pizza, exercising (especially running)
fears . . . . killing an innocent person again,
𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !
face claim . . . . shelley hennig
height . . . . 5'8
hair color . . . . long brown hair
eye color . . . . brown
scars . . . . none
𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !
parents names . . . . henry tate (adoptive father) peter hale (biological dad), evelyn tate (adoptive mom) corinne (biological mom)
parents relationships . . . . her adoptive parents were a happy couple before evelyn died. her biological parents are the opposite.
siblings names . . . . kylie tate (adoptive sister)
pets . . . . none
residence . . . . renting an apartment (wc: a roommate)
𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !
malia tate. the girl who killed her mom and sister, and was a coyote for eight years out of guilt. the girl who yearned to return to being a coyote after being forced to change back into a human girl. the girl who found her pack with scott.
malia's backstory is going to remain canon all the way through season 5. After stealing all her mothers power, malia went on to graduate high school. her actually getting to graduate high school was a big thing. It was her first "normal" achievement. despite having reluctant feelings towards going to college, she did it anyways. managing to get into the community college. for two years she was able to live out the college lifestyle, but soon realized that it was not for her. she was tired of trying to fit into the normal society. plus, she had always dreamed of going to france. now, she works full-time as a bartender, and saves up all her money in a jar labeled "france". she still remains loyal to the mccall pack.
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