I need help, somebody, help. (Open Frequency)

[Stiles]

Stiles searches through his backpack, underneath the old white T-shirt, he pulls out his radio.

He sits down, next to a tree stump in the woodland surrounding Zelenogorsk; after making himself comfortable, he holds down the PTT button, and says:

"Hello, anybody? My name is Stiles Tee, I am 16 years old and need help. A few weeks ago, I woke up in a bush, the side of my head was bleeding."

*He'd go silent, heavy breathing is heard as he tries to remember.*

"I think I was shot, one of my brothers is dead, he killed himself, in front of me."

*Once again, silence and heavy breathing.*

"I don't remember what happened, at all. My memories are slowly coming back to me, however, what happened that night is not, not even a little bit, I remember nothing. I am currently living around the Zelenogorsk area with my twin brother, Caspin."

*Coughing is heard through the radio, and the sound of Stiles putting food into his mouth.*

"Somebody hurt me, I don't know who, or why, but I know that this was no accident."

*The radio would cut off. Silence.*

[Fig Newtons]

Ashby grabs his radio, and starts transmitting.

"Yo kid, I don't know who you are, but if someone tried to hurt you it might not be a great idea to broadcast your location on the air. Just sayin'."

Transmission ends.

[Stiles]

Ashby grabs his radio, and starts transmitting.

"Yo kid, I don't know who you are, but if someone tried to hurt you it might not be a great idea to broadcast your location on the air. Just sayin'."

Transmission ends.

After hearing this, he would hold down his PTT button once more:

"I'm not staying in the town, I arrive for a few hours and leave again, I'm fine, Zbor have everything under control there, thank you for the concern, right now the only problem I'm dealing with is what happened to me and why, I'll focus on future threats then, but yeah, thank you for the advice sir, I won't let anybody know where my camp is."

*Stiles takes his thumb off the button, and places the radio beside him.*

[lolppq223]

After hearing the transmission Jaroswav takes out his radio

*click*

"Hey kiddo, I don't think saying where you are is the best idea, but I think your focus right now should be getting on your feet. Get food in your system and you should get somewhere safe. Take care of yourself."

Jaroswav takes his finger off the button, putting his radio back in his pants.

Thinking to himself "Poor kid, losing someone close is never easy I hope he doesn't do anything stupid"

[Mademoiselle]

Hope takes her radio from her bedside  and rests her chin on Victor's chest, she softly nearly sounding a little rough as she still wakes up.

"Hello Stiles, if you need anyone to talk to remember you have me or my staff team to talk too. Maybe Pipski can cheer you up. If you want to talk to someone your own age you can also talk to Ellie, if you're not comfortable with that you always have me to talk to on my private frequency, OK? Pisces out."

She places her radio back beside her, nuzzling back into her sleeping position; falling back asleep immediatley.

[Stiles]

Hope takes her radio from her bedside  and rests her chin on Victor's chest, she softly nearly sounding a little rough as she still wakes up.

"Hello Stiles, if you need anyone to talk to remember you have me or my staff team to talk too. Maybe Pipski can cheer you up. If you want to talk to someone your own age you can also talk to Ellie, if you're not comfortable with that you always have me to talk to on my private frequency, OK? Pisces out."

She places her radio back beside her, nuzzling back into her sleeping position; falling back asleep immediatley.

Stiles sits by the tree stump, after hearing this he smiles and picks up his radio, he holds down the PTT button and says:

"Hello, Smurf! Yes, that would be great, I have a lot to talk to you about, me and my brother do, not over the radio though, in person."

*He would stop, take a breath, and continue.*

"You were there for me when I faced a tough time, and you helped me get back to who I really am, and for that, I know I can trust you, which is why we need to talk, I'll be visiting Camp Hope very soon!"

*He takes his finger off the button, his voice is gone.*

[Guest Duke]

* Barry picks up his radio and coughs, he holds down the button and begins to transmit *

" Sounds like you need someone dead,

 I can... arrange that, let me know. We can sort ou-..."

* The transmission is cut short and afterwards is radio silence *

[Stiles]

Stiles sits in listening to the two men, he grunts at the word 'protection' and picks up his radio, he places his can of beans on the floor, wipes his hand on the half dead leaves on the closes bush, removing the food on his fingers, and begins to transmit:

"I don't need protection, I need answers, I can protect myself, it's just hard avoiding people that may want you dead, when you don't even know who these people are."

*He'd sigh.*

"I don't know who to run from, so I'm running from everybody."

*The radio goes silent on his end.*

[The Phantom]

*William places his radio on top of a car and begins jacking up a vehicle near Chernogorsk. He begins cracking off the front wheels as he listens to the talk of "Arranging someone to get killed" and "Protection". He shakes his head in disagreement, drops his tools on the floor and approaches his radio hastily before pausing to think carefully of what he says...* *He answers in a Chernarussian accent...*

"I need everyone to listen here, especially you Stiles... *He leans against the vehicle and sighs* Do you remember where you first met me? Remember William Farrow? If not then I'm sure you can remember a couple guys from 'The Liska' no?"

*William leans the radio on top of the car in such a way that the PTT button is held on. He then continues to work on the vehicle and proceeds talking...*

"My brother - uh, he likes these people quite a lot and I'm beginning to worry about him mixing with the wrong eh... type, you know? Now... I first met you when I was with my brother tagging along with those very people, I saw second hand what they did to you. It wasn't good I know and, I was in no position to help. You see, I too am originally from the UK, so we have something in common right! Although my brother is Chernarussian, complicated I know, I won't go into detail, anyway..."

*He struggles as he cracks the last wheel nut, the radio drops on the floor...*

"Oh shit..."

*He picks the radio back up and continues...*

"Sorry. Anyway, I can offer you help if you are worried about these people, I can help. If you're still in Zelen then I will come to you as soon as I get this shit started. What you went through isn't something anyone should experience, you're a brave man Stiles - sit tight."

*He puts the radio in his bag and pauses to think before continuing working on the car.*