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tampered2013-09-07 02:50 am
lefthandedgenius) wrote in tampered2013-09-07 02:50 am
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There's a Drumming Noise Inside My Head That Starts When You're Around
When: Weekend of 9/7 - 9/8
Rating: TV-14
Characters: Lydialefthandedgenius and YOU.
Summary: Grab Bag Curse Weekend: Ghost World. Not all reunions are good.
Notes: Are you a supernatural being? Please see the OOC note at the end of the IC log intro. Network responses are okay!
Log:
The day began straightforwardly enough. A morning trip to the library, followed by lounging in a cafe to enjoy the books she's collected. A bit of shopping. What else is Lydia going to do with her time?
But since she woke up she's had the pervasive feeling that someone is watching her. She's been ignoring that raised hair feeling at the back of her neck, because it's not the same as the feeling she gets when she senses death, not exactly...she just wants to have a normal day.
But it gets worse. In the library she could swear she hears someone whispering her name, and no one is ever there. At the cafe, she thinks she sees someone at the corner of her eye, but when she turns to look they are gone.
She doesn't realize it when she finds herself, shopping bags abandoned somewhere along the way, at the abandoned shed in Xanadu.
"Lyyyyyydiaaaaaa..."
She turns this way and that, trying to see the form in shadow. She knows who it sounds like now, but how can he be here? He can't be here. For a moment she chokes, and the half-burned form of Peter Hale moves toward here, where she can see every inch of his bloody, horribly mangled flesh and she can't move.
"Lydia," his smile is terrible, half of his cheek ripped away and she can see the bown where his teeth are set, the canines slightly longer than the others, "Oh, Lydia, I need you so much. I'm going to have such fun with you. You're never going to leave me again, you beautiful creature."
And that's when Lydia screams.
[OOC: Lydia can obviously be heard by anyone nearby, however, any being of supernatural origin especially Beacon Hills werewolves, will hear her scream from anyplace in the City. Tag in (or not) at leisure!]
Rating: TV-14
Characters: Lydia
lefthandedgenius and YOU. Summary: Grab Bag Curse Weekend: Ghost World. Not all reunions are good.
Notes: Are you a supernatural being? Please see the OOC note at the end of the IC log intro. Network responses are okay!
Log:
The day began straightforwardly enough. A morning trip to the library, followed by lounging in a cafe to enjoy the books she's collected. A bit of shopping. What else is Lydia going to do with her time?
But since she woke up she's had the pervasive feeling that someone is watching her. She's been ignoring that raised hair feeling at the back of her neck, because it's not the same as the feeling she gets when she senses death, not exactly...she just wants to have a normal day.
But it gets worse. In the library she could swear she hears someone whispering her name, and no one is ever there. At the cafe, she thinks she sees someone at the corner of her eye, but when she turns to look they are gone.
She doesn't realize it when she finds herself, shopping bags abandoned somewhere along the way, at the abandoned shed in Xanadu.
"Lyyyyyydiaaaaaa..."
She turns this way and that, trying to see the form in shadow. She knows who it sounds like now, but how can he be here? He can't be here. For a moment she chokes, and the half-burned form of Peter Hale moves toward here, where she can see every inch of his bloody, horribly mangled flesh and she can't move.
"Lydia," his smile is terrible, half of his cheek ripped away and she can see the bown where his teeth are set, the canines slightly longer than the others, "Oh, Lydia, I need you so much. I'm going to have such fun with you. You're never going to leave me again, you beautiful creature."
And that's when Lydia screams.
[OOC: Lydia can obviously be heard by anyone nearby, however, any being of supernatural origin especially Beacon Hills werewolves, will hear her scream from anyplace in the City. Tag in (or not) at leisure!]