lydiascreams | [012. Haunting me, taking its sweet time.]

[Video -- Wardens]
[Lydia looks a little more tired than usual. Not even her makeup is able to really cover up the dark circles under her eyes. But she's still doing her best to look put together. Her hair is in a half updo and she's wearing a white and pink flower print dress.

If anyone asks, she will blame Bucky's training for her exhaustion. But it has very little to do with it.]

I don't know how many of you heard about the new inmate, Jerry Dandrige. He barely arrived and he has already spent a week in Zero. He has hurt a few people and I'm afraid he will do it again.

Those of you with more experience here, what do you suggest we do about it?

[Video -- Andrew]
[She does make a bigger effort to smile when she contacts Andrew, though.]

I've had some ideas about how to help you with the Anchor thing.

[Spam -- Stiles]
[She knows it has to be all in her head. Between her inability to sleep in the past few days, constantly seeing him out in the halls every time she turns to go somewhere. Every time she closes her eyes. She's done enough research to know it's some kind of PTSD. And she also knows that the fact that he is dead has to be throwing off her banshee senses.

But it's getting hard even for Lydia Martin to remain logical. It's only been a couple of days since it started getting really bad, but she hasn't been able to clear her mind enough to stop it. And tonight is no different.

No, if anything, tonight is even worse. She's in her cabin and she keeps feeling like he's going to just show up in there. In bed, next to her. Telling her he can't give her answers yet. Much like Peter had done. Because she's having a hard time separating the two. And she can't help but wonder what kind of power Jerry will find he has over her when he does have the confirmation she's indeed a banshee.

Trying to tell herself she's being ridiculous isn't helping. Lydia rubs her hands over her face but when she glances over, all she can do is focus on the light coming from the hallway from underneath her door. And every time someone walks past her cabin, she tenses. She doesn't even know if there really are people out there or not. She doesn't know if the shadows are all in her head. But she does feel like she's losing it yet again.

She can't just lay there anymore. She glances over at the clock and it's almost one. She has to be up in 3 hours for training and she's determined not to embarrass herself in front of Bucky or anyone else anymore, so she knows she needs to get some rest.

And she knows there's only one place where she might actually get it.

Her body is sore as she pushes herself off the bed, pausing only for a second to grab her robe and wrap it around herself. She will come back to change in the morning.

Lydia does hesitate before pulling the door open and when she does, she takes a deep breath. Then rolls her eyes at herself and steps outside. She doesn't see him at first, but eventually, just as she's about to leave the 5th floor, she glances down the hall and she swears he's there. And then, at least three more times before she reaches the door of 712. And by the time she does, she's already looking around herself, eyes wide, just waiting. Expecting him to show up and grab her. Expecting claws to dig at her side and teeth at hew neck.

She knocks quickly, standing very close to the door as she glances over one shoulder, then the other. And hopes Stiles will hurry up.]

[Spam -- Bucky]
[Lydia is angry. She's angry about a lot. About what Jerry has been doing to her. If it's really him, if it's something in her head, she doesn't know. She's angry at Allison for wanting to protect her instead of protecting herself. She's angry at the other wardens for jumping to the conclusion that killing is the only solution. And she's angry at herself for not being able to control any of these situations.

So this morning, when she shows up to training, she's completely different. She's not complaining. She's quieter than usual. And she's focuses. Very focused on everything Bucky is telling them. Even if she barely wants to look at him right now. She knows that at the very least, learning what he is teaching will give her more control. Will help her be able to help herself instead of relying on Allison or someone from the pack to save her life every time.

After training is over, she doesn't leave. She heads to one of the stations to go back to training. She knows inmates can't come in here unless they are let in, so at least she knows she's safer here than in the rest of the barge.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Can we use some kind of tracker on him? Like they do with certain parolees?

Maybe. If it shocks him every time he tries to bite someone?

[He'd be amused if the circumstances were different.]

Yeah. Like the chip in Spike's brain. Except a shock collar or something that can't be removed.

[She's holding on to sarcasm because she needs to hide everything else, okay?]

Who the hell is Spike?

[He looks at her dubiously. Because what.]

Spike? The vampire from Buffy? Well, one of them. I mean there were a lot of vampires. But he was one of the main ones. The Initiative put a chip in his brain and anytime he tried to hurt a human, it caused him pain and he stopped. Except when The First overrode it in the final season anyway, but that's a whole different issue.

Heard of the show. Never watched it. [And in hindsight, supernatural shows like that would probably be a good source of research for them.]

So your point is, it might be an idea. The issue is, can we do this without him having a permanent warden to assess his situation with more concrete information?

Oh my god. You and Scott, I swear.

[He sighs and nods at her question.]

I don't know. But it beats him being able to go around biting unsuspecting people and possibly killing them.

You have a TV addiction problem, not my fault.

[Have a smartass smirk, Stiles.]

Do you think someone like Barbara might be able to build something like that?

That is a filthy lie.

[He narrows his eyes but it's more playful than annoyed.]

I think Barbara could build a whole new ship that runs entirely by animatronics if she wanted to, so. Yeah.

Sure it is.

[She gives him a pursed lip smirk.]

Well, she might be the one we wanna talk about, then. If nothing else works.

TV is a very important part of understanding the world around us, Lydia.

[Also up until about a year and a half ago, his entire social life pretty much revolved around what is Scott doing right now? and making sure his dad ate healthy food. He smirks back at her.]

Yeah definitely. Though I don't think anyone else has come up with much at this point.

Yeah? So are books. One has more accurate information than the other.

[Lydia's social life might have suffered here and there in exchange of time with her books. But she learned how to balance the two.]

I'll ask her, then. Unless you want to?

Never insinuated otherwise. And I think that depends on what you're reading.

[He nods at her.]

Whichever.

Historically accurate and science books, usually.

[Lydia nods, shrugging a shoulder.]

I'll ask her.

The science books I'll definitely accept as accurate since theories can be tested. But short of time traveling, history books are automatically biased and filled with opinions and guess work.

[She waves her hand dismissively.]

More accurate than Buffy, I'm guessing. Where did those writers pull their guesswork?

Maybe. How many history books have you read that have included the presence of werewolves?

[Sigh. Stiles. He gets a look.]

Werewolves are like wizards. They hide themselves from Muggles. Obviously.

[Smirk.]

[That makes him laugh, because really it isn't inaccurate overall.]

Yeah well. Not from this Muggle.

[And there might be a touch of pride in his voice at that.]

You're not a Muggle, Stiles. You're part of a wolf pack.

[She shrugs and grins at him.]

Your talent is just a little more human. [But at least it's effective.]

[He smiles at her words, shrugging.]

I'll take it.

Good.

[She smiles at the smile on his face, then lets it go.]