Lydia Martin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
quiritatus) wrote2013-07-24 08:45 am
quiritatus) wrote2013-07-24 08:45 am
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VOICE TESTING
If there was one thing Lydia Martin couldn't tolerate, it was deliberate stupidity. But that just seemed to be her lot in life, to be surrounded by deliberate stupidity until she could escape.
It really wasn't fair that she had to be trapped in an ordinary school in an ordinary - well, not completely ordinary - town. Being a teenager meant that she had to put herself in a nice little box, and be what was expected of her, until her escape. She had a calendar in her room. Hidden under her bed. In which she'd mark off the days until her graduation, and then the days until she was at Princeton in the pure math program. So close, she could taste it. Yes, Berkeley had figured into her plans once, and so had MIT. But Princeton had now been ranked the best. So she would get in there, that simple. Her 720 SAT score would make it happen, and she anticipated no problems.
Well, aside from the usual werewolfy kind of problems.
Honestly, it was getting annoying. She could set her watch to it. Ever since Derek Hale had returned, she'd had enough weirdness in her life to last a lifetime. And yet, with distressing regularity, she had another...episode. And now, it was just getting to be about the time that somebody would approach her with the latest supernatural crap.
Head held high as she dominated the school's hallway, heels clicking competently against the linoleum, she counted down in her head. Five, four, three, two...
It really wasn't fair that she had to be trapped in an ordinary school in an ordinary - well, not completely ordinary - town. Being a teenager meant that she had to put herself in a nice little box, and be what was expected of her, until her escape. She had a calendar in her room. Hidden under her bed. In which she'd mark off the days until her graduation, and then the days until she was at Princeton in the pure math program. So close, she could taste it. Yes, Berkeley had figured into her plans once, and so had MIT. But Princeton had now been ranked the best. So she would get in there, that simple. Her 720 SAT score would make it happen, and she anticipated no problems.
Well, aside from the usual werewolfy kind of problems.
Honestly, it was getting annoying. She could set her watch to it. Ever since Derek Hale had returned, she'd had enough weirdness in her life to last a lifetime. And yet, with distressing regularity, she had another...episode. And now, it was just getting to be about the time that somebody would approach her with the latest supernatural crap.
Head held high as she dominated the school's hallway, heels clicking competently against the linoleum, she counted down in her head. Five, four, three, two...
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He appears out of nowhere, pulling away from where Scott and Allison are having a deep and meaningful conversation to fall into step at her right side. His backpack is slung over his shoulder and Stiles could pretty much do his classes in his sleep - has been ever since Scott became a werewolf. So his immediate flocking to her isn't academic. ( If Stiles could concentrate, he would be just like Lydia. But there's so much to worry about. )
"I need to talk to you about something."
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She doesn't turn her head to look at her newly-acquired tag along, but one corner of her mouth does turn up just a little bit. That's all the expression you're getting right now, sorry Stiles. Still looking straight ahead, she continues her strut down the hall, adjusting the strap on her totally adorbs new D&G shoulder bag.
"What is it?"
you've seen this week's episode, right?
So he slows his pace and keeps at her side like he's maybe discussing homework or something. "Maybe later?" A glance around, "That'd be okay, right?"
yup. and hate derek's new back story with a PASSION
It was a very glib and flippant 'of course,' meaning that if something more important came up, she might not be there. That was about the time, sadly, that she forced herself to soften her attitude just a little bit. Stiles wasn't at fault for all this...stuff. (Although he sort of was since he was the one that lured Scott into the woods that fateful night...)
"I have a thirty minute free study after second period. Where?"
OH GOOD ME TOO
"Music room?" He knows it will at least be free. Ever since the teacher disappeared ( read: vicious sacrificed ) everyone avoids it. So they'll have space to talk.
SO MUCH HATE
"Fine," she says in a bright, clipped voice, tossing her head a little, indicating her impatience. "Ten thirty. See you there."
i am so mad aaaaaah. next week, pls be better.
He could tell her to have fun in class - he knows her schedule better than anyone bar Lydia herself. But he senses that they have more serious stuff to be worried about. He worries sometimes that even that ten year plan of his will be killed off due to the Alphas, to Derek, to Peter, to everything.
"Later."
And off he goes, back to Scott.
if anything happens to sheriff stilinski i will punch babies
God, she wishes Jackson were here. He made her feel safe. ...Most of the time.
At ten thirty on the button, she clicks her way into the darkened music room, a spiral notebook under one arm, her bag flung over the other shoulder. Her heart starts thumping in her chest, but she ignores it.
"Stiles?"
me too.we can become vigilantes.
He's already sitting on the edge of a desk, his feet up on the chair in front of it. There's a notebook on his lap - leftover homework maybe. He smiles when he sees her though.
"You okay?"
i am close to the production offices IRL. it could work. -_-
She's doing that thing where she smiles and sets her chin and pretends everything is just fine. Just. Fine. And there's not much that can shake her from it, either. Nothing normal, anyway. If there was a werewolf attack or something, then she'd scream the walls down.
"What did you want to talk about?"
sorry i am so slow tonight, so sleepy omg
"The Hales."
He fidgets with his pen. "I just - Scott's got ... I don't know what Scott's got going on. I figure maybe me and you could hash this out."
He still thinks Lydia can do more than she's letting on, but maybe she's not being used this time.
no worries at all <3 this is just for funsies
"The Hale family is really not my problem," she points out, blinking twice at him. "Whatever Scott's doing, that's also not really my problem. I don't see what there is to 'hash out.'"
Her lips pursed at him, waiting for him to make his case better than that.
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"Lydia, this isn't a season deal. You know about all of this now. They're going to keep pulling you back in whether you like it or not. Don't you want to be ahead of the game?"
sorry for the delay, just got home from work
She sighed, and let the mask slip. Stiles was, so far, the only one who could get her to do that.
"What would you have me do?" she asked plaintively. "Even if I am in the loop, I can't do anything. Other than scream. And run."
Which wasn't entirely accurate, but she was still denying all the strange things that had happened with her direct involvement...
that's okay, real life is a bitch like that.
Stiles is the one with the running and the screaming. Lydia has something, some magical aspect of her already awesome personality. So maybe the hero worship has begun to wear off, maybe Stiles is seeing her for the person that she is. But that's a good thing, right? It means they can work together.
"Just because we're Team Human doesn't mean we suck, Lydia. And besides you and Allison are kind of besties, right? It makes sense you stick with us."
Yeah, including himself in that.
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"I never said we suck," she pointed out. "I just said there's not much I can do. Okay, I'm immune to werewolf bites. Big deal. It still turned me into a basket case! You know, I haven't gotten a solid eight hours sleep since...since that night on the Lacrosse field? I'd really like to be able to sleep again without the aid of pills.
"As for Allison...she's got bows and arrows. I've got a designer handbag."
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He gets it, he does. Sometimes he dreams of Gerard and wakes up with his heart in his throat. And he remembers Peter, remembers Lydia's blood everywhere and him not being able to help her. He hates it too.
"Could you really pretend you didn't know about any of this - the werewolves, the druids, the magic. Could you just go back?"
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She doesn't sound defeated, exactly. More resigned. It's never easy to be thrust into weirdness.
"So what's going on now? Are we going to all suffocate on moths? Or get bludgeoned to death? Or have super creepers all up in our heads?"
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A pause, "I need you to help me find him."
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"You're not going to ask me to hold his keys again, or something? I'm telling you, I'm not psychic."
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He wonders if she'd be able to find Derek any better. "Besides, I just - maybe if we go for a walk around, see what we get the feel for?"
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She kept glaring at him, after spelling that out, hoping he'd see how unbelievably stupid that all sounded.
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He'd ask Scott to help him sniff Derek out but he doubts that would go down well. Besides, it kills two birds. Helps him find Derek and keep an eye on Lydia.
"Please, c'mon. I'm worried about him and I could do with your help."