[019. Pushing on I can't escape]

[lydiascreams]

[Spam - Open to people who'd come into her cabin]

[The second she steps inside her cabin, she knows something's off. Ever since the blackout, she's been staying at Stiles' or Alison's. She hasn't been back because she knows how much more dangerous Jerry can be in the dark and he has hurt enough people as is.

But she can't quite put her finger on what's happening. Not until she sees it. The words carved on the wall above her bed read Stephen, Mickey. Who's next? And while that's enough to get a rise out of her, it's the object used to make out the question mark that really makes her angry.

Allison's silver arrowhead. The one Lydia picked up from the school grounds the morning after Aiden was killed. The one her best friend made the night of her death. A token she chose to keep as a reminder why she couldn't fail again.

And to see it used in this manner. As Jerry tells her he wants to get Allison demoted, too makes her wanna scream.

Before Lydia can think this through, she gets up on her bed and reaches for the arrowhead, with every intent to pull it off the wall before anyone else can see it. She's not even rationalizing her actions and it's not until she sees the blood running down her hand and arm that she realizes she's cut herself on it.]



[Video - Open but filtered against Jerry]
[It's a couple of hours later until she makes this video and she's keeping her bandaged hand out of the camera's view.

She looks unusually angry, mostly because she feels like switching cabins feels like running, like giving up. And Lydia Martin doesn't give up. But she knows she can't mountain ash her door or sleep over in Stiles' cabin forever.]

If anyone's looking for me, I've changed cabins. I rather not publicly say where I'm staying now but if you need to know, ask and I'll tell you in private.

Comments

[VIDEO; BFF filter]

[theresalwayshope]

[It's not like the other times Allison has contacted her friends after she, at the very least, suspects Jerry's done something. There's no sound and fury, no explosive rage. The backdrop behind her is that of Tig Trager's cabin rather than her own, and her voice is muted in the smaller room.

Even, calm...too calm.]

What's your cabin number now? I want to know where I can find you.

private video;

[videocamera]

[Even though it's a video, Andrew isn't actually in view of the camera - he might be used to filming himself but he doesn't really want to be seen right now - so it's just showing a view of his cupboards right now.]

Why'd you swap?

filter

[strangehistorian]

Are you alright?

[private]

[whatthefoxsay]

[Have a concerned kitsune, Lydia.]

Okay. So where are you now, and why did you move?

[She has an inkling, but Lydia will have to confirm it for her to know for sure.]

[Filter]

[mistconduct]

You okay, Lyds?

[private]

[punched_hitler]

Was it Jerry?

spam; hope this is okay?

[freezerburns]

[Isaac hasn't been spending much time on the fifth floor throughout the blackout either but he's there now, heading back to his cabin to take a shower or get a change of clothes anyway. He's trying not to dwell on everything, trying to work out how to help Allison, how to help Scott, how they're supposed to deal with this place when it keeps throwing stuff like the mirror at them.

He's passing by Lydia's door when he smells blood. He doesn't keep his senses blocked off most of the time so he's alert instantly - on edge - and he doesn't hesitate before trying to open the door, completely forgetting about the possibility of a mountain ash line.]

Lydia?

[Private Video]

[semifreakingnormal]

You should keep some mountain ash by the door.

[He doesn't ask where she is, now: he'll sniff her out, if he has to.]