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lydiascreams) wrote2014-04-30 09:50 pm
lydiascreams) wrote2014-04-30 09:50 pm
[002. The Wail of the Banshee -- Part 1?]
(OOC: Banshee scream below! It takes place on the Deck. Feel free to have your characters react to hearing it and let me know if you have any questions.)
[Action Spam -- Open]
[Lydia has been working on this little by little every day since she got to the Barge. She's been hearing all of the deaths and taking notes on her phone of names, murderer and murdered as a way to keep track of who could hurt them as well as how they chose to hurt them. Some of them showed up several times and she knows she needs to warn Stiles and Scott of those, at least.
She knows she's reaching breaking point. After each flashback, it becomes harder to hold back the scream. And that's why she chooses to go up on the Deck today. Because she figures at least she will be the furthest away from the rooms if she can't hold back anymore.
Except she doesn't expect the deck to hit her as hard as it does.
Once she gets there, she feels like she's being slammed with memories. There are so many of them all over the place, she feels like her head is going to explode. There's someone being strangled. Skeletal animals torn someone else apart. Another man's soul is splintered apart. A boy about her age has his throat slit open by a girl. One dies after a fight with the same man who strangled the first and the man whose soul got splintered kills another with a back stab.
It's too much, she can barely make sense of it all. Her hands are covering her ears and it's loud. So loud.
Before she can help it, Lydia screams. It's a loud, agonizing scream that makes her entire body shake and it feels like it's going on forever. She's never screamed for so long before, with the pain of so many.
Once it's over, her knees give under her and she kneels on the floor, hands trembling as she rubs them over her face, trying to catch her breath.]
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[Delayed filters below]
[Stiles & Scott]
I'm so sorry, Scott. I'm okay. I just couldn't hold back.
[Wynter]
I want to start training. As soon as you're available.
[Action Spam -- Open]
[Lydia has been working on this little by little every day since she got to the Barge. She's been hearing all of the deaths and taking notes on her phone of names, murderer and murdered as a way to keep track of who could hurt them as well as how they chose to hurt them. Some of them showed up several times and she knows she needs to warn Stiles and Scott of those, at least.
She knows she's reaching breaking point. After each flashback, it becomes harder to hold back the scream. And that's why she chooses to go up on the Deck today. Because she figures at least she will be the furthest away from the rooms if she can't hold back anymore.
Except she doesn't expect the deck to hit her as hard as it does.
Once she gets there, she feels like she's being slammed with memories. There are so many of them all over the place, she feels like her head is going to explode. There's someone being strangled. Skeletal animals torn someone else apart. Another man's soul is splintered apart. A boy about her age has his throat slit open by a girl. One dies after a fight with the same man who strangled the first and the man whose soul got splintered kills another with a back stab.
It's too much, she can barely make sense of it all. Her hands are covering her ears and it's loud. So loud.
Before she can help it, Lydia screams. It's a loud, agonizing scream that makes her entire body shake and it feels like it's going on forever. She's never screamed for so long before, with the pain of so many.
Once it's over, her knees give under her and she kneels on the floor, hands trembling as she rubs them over her face, trying to catch her breath.]
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[Delayed filters below]
[Stiles & Scott]
I'm so sorry, Scott. I'm okay. I just couldn't hold back.
[Wynter]
I want to start training. As soon as you're available.
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[Both because she wants to make herself useful, to help someone and to make a difference in someone's life. And because she can't wait to go home and see her best friend okay again.]
Have you been working together for a long time?
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[Stark liked Vin at first. They got along well. But then she got the file. And she read it. Stark never felt more betrayed. He's still a little sore about that if he's honest. But he's learned to look past it. Vin has, too. She's a little more careful about invading his privacy now.]
Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I wouldn't get too excited about getting an inmate. They could be basically your best friend until you're assigned and then bam! They hate your guts.
That little file you wardens get? Rubs a lot of inmates the wrong way. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
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[And for what she was getting in return, it was worth the effort.]
And I'm sure it will take time before we're comfortable with each other like you seem to be with your Warden, but I expect it to be a process.
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[Stark nods.]
Well, hopefully it won't be the same process as Vin and me because ours involved a lot of hitting and name-calling.
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[She knows how to control people when she wants to. That's why she and her ex actually worked to begin. But she's learned to use her powers for good and not to make him watch The Notebook every Friday night.]
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Hey passive aggressive can get pretty dangerous, too. Don't underestimate it.
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[She smirks.]
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Then hey, you might just do alright.
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I'll see you around. Anybody gives you any shit, let me know.
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[She's a little surprised by the offer but after offering him a smile, she nods and starts back toward her room. There was no such thing as having too many people on her side, after all.]