BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Mar 24, 2020 20:24:42 GMT
His first year in the dorms there’d been an RA who’d quit three weeks into the term. The guy had thought it’d be a break on the costs of his postgrad course and it’d put enough in his pocket for him to party on his off nights. Watching from his room, where, like the newly motivated student he was, he’d spent a hell of a lot of time folded awkwardly over the tiny desks provided, Bram had seen him slowly unravel. By the time the hell no had been screamed out at the sight of an unplanned foam party going on in the hallways he’d looked terrible. Hair on end, black circles under his eyes, the sort of guy about to start gibbering in tongues and rocking himself in the corner.
It’d been bad. With a capital B. Almost bad enough that when the hockey coach suggested he look into it for this year, Bram had almost screamed hell no at the guy himself. The job came with pressure, the sort he wasn’t sure he was ready for yet. The last couple of years had been rough, to the point where he’d wondered about his own sanity. Anybody who’d gone through that and wanted to basically label himself responsible adult for a bunch of hormone ridden teenagers would’ve had to be bordering on insanity.
Maybe he was, maybe not, he thought as he waved off a couple of guys who called after him about a poker game in the kitchen. That was the sort of behavior that was probably bordering on what he was meant to caution people about but there weren’t beer bottles with the pretzels they were betting with. ”Later,” he promised, turning to grin at them as he backed through the door in a way that had a faint twinge going through his knee. ”Maybe. When one of you is about to twin and I get to steal all the snacks. No money, OK?” He tilted his head, trying for serious for a moment as he pointed a finger in the direction of the table they were playing around. One guy looked a little put out by it but Bram jabbed a finger in emphasis. ”No betting! The other guys’ laughter trailed him down the hallway as he shook his head and walked away.
It was getting on for eleven, well past the curfew that had been suggested. Bram knew that there were still a few guys who hadn’t gotten back to the dorm yet but he wasn’t about to go chasing them down. Some would be out partying … others, there was a chance they’d gone home for the weekend. Without him being some sort of crackpot psychic, he had no idea of who was doing what.
Shaking his head over the mother hen analogy his brain had thrown up, he turned down the hallway towards some of the rooms. A group of kids were from somewhere in California had moved into them over the summer. They were pretty good kids for the most part, well behaved, never giving him any sort of trouble. At the end of the hall he saw one of their doors open, the figure slipping out of it shrouded in shadow for a moment. Bram shot them a grin as they went to turn towards him, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen. ”Looks like it’s Vegas weekend in the kitchen. Buy in’s a bag of pretzels or a couple of Snickers bars if you’re feeling real … woah.” He licked his lips as he drew up short, lifting a hand to check the watch he’d started wearing on his wrist the last couple of nights. ”Unless Stiles has picked up a hobby I don’t know about, you’re not meant to be here right now…” He narrowed blue eyes at her, pretending to study her face like Stiles’ big brown eyes were hiding under the waves of red hair.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Apr 22, 2020 15:51:23 GMT
| Lydia had spent most of her evening in the room that Stiles shared with Scott. They had no classes tomorrow and so Scott wasn’t at the dorm for the weekend. Though she made a point of telling him that she wasn’t going to be staying. She didn’t want to get either of them in trouble for being in the wrong dorm after hours.
Lydia lay on Stiles’s bed neither one of them paying attention to the movie they were supposed to be watching as they lay tangled together. Only kissing and fooling around on the bed. Out the corner of her eye she caught sight of the time. With a small little moan, she pulled herself back from Stiles, ” I need to go. Curfew it coming up!” Lydia told him. She began to untangle herself from him. Though when she went to stand up to leave, he wouldn’t let her, somehow managing to distract her from the time.
A good hour later when it was way past curfew for the dorms to be mixed, Lydia actually had to made a move to leave. This time Stiles actually let her. Slipping her shoes back on and grabbed her jacket off the back of the door, giving him a quick kiss goodbye as she had to make it across to the girls’ dorms. They weren’t that far once she made it outside. Slipping outside the room closing it as quietly as she could. She looked down the corridor, no one coming from behind. Though the moment she turned to go the way she needed to go she ran right into someone. Older than both her and Stiles.
He was already talking to her and stopped when he realised that she was actually a girl and not meant to be here at this time of night in the male dorms, ” Pretzels and Snickers? Wouldn’t waste my time.” Lydia told him, while he gathered his thoughts and then actually got onto what he really wanted to asked her. She hooked her hair behind her ear as she looked over to him, ” Well he might surprise you. “ Lydia told him, ” I was just heading back… we were finishing up a movie. Lost track of time.” Lydia explained innocently. Which wasn’t exactly a lie either. Though to be honest she couldn’t really remember the movie they were watching.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
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Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on May 5, 2020 19:31:17 GMT
Concentrating on hockey and keeping his grades up high enough to be able to keep playing had taken up most of his first time at college. There’d been a goal ahead, one that Bram knew, in principal, could be snatched away from him with just one bad tackle. He’d thrown himself at it, wanting to one day ending up being paid to skate. It had been right there in his grasp … until it had been snatched away. Afterwards he’d felt like he’d thrown half of his college experience away. Everything had been geared towards that and when it was gone, honestly what did he have left? Some fond memories of nights out with friends, a couple of girls who’d tried checking him up with him afterwards? It’d been pretty damn sad.
Bram supposed that was what had partly pushed him towards applying for an RA spot once he went back to Whitmore. It was probably more work than just playing had been but for the most part there was a satisfaction to it. He was keeping the kids under his care from making some of the same mistakes had, both on and off the ice for some of them. With some it was definitely a test of his patience and sanity but Bram knew when he graduated med school he was going to miss all of this. There wouldn’t be poker games after that, no parties, no late nights spent trying to get everybody to get their heads down and prepare for exams. No using every trick in the book to try and get them to pay attention to the rules either.
Stilinski was one of those who seemed to always be skirting that line. The guy probably would’ve shimmied down the gutters if he really wanted out after curfew. Tonight it had been quiet enough from this end of the hallway that it should’ve seemed hinky from the start. It didn’t register until he caught sight of the tumble of red hair that there was another reason Stiles had been quiet all night and it wasn’t because he was getting on with homework.
Staring down at her, Bram raised his brows. He glanced from the girl to Stiles’ door and back again, knowing that he was gonna be having a conversation with the guy about keeping an eye on the clock later. It wasn’t because he wanted to spoil anybody’s fun but he took the safety of the guys under his care seriously. ”All the good stuff’s usually gone by this time of night,” he drawled lightly. ”Being hungry tends to override the pot when it comes to poker.” They were guys after all and even at this age it seemed like most ate as though they’d been starved for the last century. Himself included, although between the ice, classes, working out at the gym and what he did here all of it seemed to still boil through his system pretty quick.
He might’ve joined the game eventually tonight but now it looked like his duties were going to take him a while longer. There was definitely going to be some thanks to Stilinski later tonight. Bram made a sound low in his throat, a wry edge touching his grin as he nodded. ”It’s surprising how easy it is to do that. You’ve really gotta keep an eye on the time though. There’s a reason the sheriff put a curfew on the college.” Brow furrowing, Bram lifted his wrist and checked the time on his watch. ”It’s a little late for you to be heading back across campus on your own. Come on.” Tipping his head towards the stairs, Bram gestured for her to come with him. ”What dorm are you in? I’m Bram by the way. Bram McCabe. RA for Stiles and the others.” Reaching out, he opened the stairwell door for her to head through.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Jun 26, 2020 7:02:51 GMT
| Lydia was hoping to have avoided being caught heading back to her dorm. She wasn’t lying exactly when the dorm resident caught her leaving a bedroom which certainly wasn’t’ hers. He started to mention something about poker with pretzels and snickers bars for a buy in. Though when he noticed that he was in fact a she he seemed to need a moment to do a double take. To allow him that time she told him that she wouldn’t waste her time for a pot full of sweets, ” Sounds like all the good stuff is gone anyway…” Lydia commented, ” Come on this is the guys dorm. Aren’t you guys supposed to be big and play for money?” Lydia chastised a little a small smile on her lips.
The dorm resident finally remembered his duty here at this point and Lydia couldn’t help but smile really. Took him a bit to get to the point. When he asked what she was doing she simply explained they had been watching a movie which ran late, lost track of time. It wasn’t exactly a lie either, though certainly wasn’t the full truth. When he mentioned how the Sherriff had put the college on curfew and she nodded. She knew probably better than anyone the reasons why. Unfortunately, whatever spoke to her sometimes didn’t much care for curfew. It got her out at all hours, day, or night.
She was about to head back across campus anyway and so began walking away if he wasn’t going to report her. Though he offered to walk with her, and she shook her head, ” You don’t have to do that.” Lydia told him she could take care of herself to some degree. If she felt in any real danger, she was roomies with a werewolf. And not to mention the rest of the pack which attended this school. Though it appeared that she wasn’t getting rid of him that easily and so didn’t argue when he gestured for her to follow him down the corridor toward the stairs.
Going through the door when he opened it for her, she turned back to him when he introduced himself, ” Lydia Martin.” She gave her name in return, ” Rose Hall… the three bed dorms.” She shared a room with twins. It was proving fine. Her best friend Allison hadn’t applied for college, but these girls were fine. One of them was in the pack and the other didn’t even know about their world. Robyn didn’t want her to know, and Lydia tried to help keep it that way.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
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Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Jul 8, 2020 16:17:47 GMT
Coming back after almost two years away from college had left him feeling a little like a fish out of water. Bram knew there probably wasn’t a person at Whitmore who’d had any idea what had happened to him at NYU, the lows he’d sunk to afterwards. They’d seen a slightly subdued guy a couple years older than most of the people he was in classes with. He liked to think he was still the same guy under the surface determination to complete his degree but he’d done all the hijinks and partying once, he wasn’t looking to do it again. That said, he hadn’t exactly started cracking down on anybody else doing it til he’d gotten through his first couple of months and had signed on to be an RA.
Now, looking down at the red head who’d slipped out of Stiles’ room late, Bram winced faintly before he clucked his tongue at her. ”And break dorm rules, never,” he announced proudly, straightening up another inch and puffing his chest out before he chuckled. ”If they are tossing dollars in the pot I know nothing about it.” If he did officially he would’ve been under the obligation to report it.
Just like this little slip.
He should’ve been calling Stiles out here, reading him the riot act too but he didn’t thump a fist against the door and call him out here to do that. It might’ve been him being too tender hearted but he believed what Stiles friend was telling him had happened. Tomorrow was soon enough to give Stilinski a little reminder on watching the clock, especially when he couldn’t go strolling out either to walk her home. If there was anybody in his dorm likely to get into trouble doing that, it was Stiles. Bram knew he probably couldn’t do much more if trouble happened to pick this moment to arrive on campus but he was bigger, stronger … and he had the authority of an RA on his side.
Lips curling, he tipped his head towards the door again as the redhead said he didn’t have to walk her back. Officially, probably not but being a decent human being trumped the official side of things at time. ”Then let’s call it me wanting to do it,” he told her. Bram let the stairwell door swing closed behind him after she went through it. ”Nice to meet you, Lydia,” he told her as he carefully started down the stairs. ”That’s not far at least. I was worried you were gonna say you lived clear on the other side of campus or off it somewhere.” Off campus accommodation seemed rare for most first years but it happened and walking her halfway towards town would not’ve been fun.
Bram held on to the rail, took it easy down the stairs. They’d been his nemesis after he first trashed his knee, the embarrassment of having to go up and down them on his ass burning in his gut for months. He kept his pace slow, glancing back at Lydia to make sure she was with him for the couple of flights down to ground level. ”Are you one of Scott and Stiles’ friends from back home?” A corner of his mouth kicked up as he reached the bottom of the stairs and held the door open for her again. ”Stiles told me a whole bunch moved out here at one time. Some sort of group exodus or something.” The reason had been vague, some explanation about a dozen sentences long crammed into five seconds flat. That was Stiles all over though.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Sept 29, 2020 12:42:14 GMT
| Lydia hadn’t intended to stay as long as she had. Time seemed to fly when neither party weren’t really paying attention. When Lydia finally noticed the time, she announced that she had to leave. Peeling herself reluctantly away from Stiles, she knew that she had to get back before the twins started to wonder where she was. Not that she owed them an explanation…
Life was good, until Lydia stepped out of the room to start heading back to the girl’s dorms, when she heard a voice call out to her from behind. Busted… she thought to herself. Initially he must of thought it was someone simply leaving their room until he caught her in the light and realised that she shouldn’t be in this building at all at this time of night. She tried to play it down by chastising their currency where it came to poker games, ” I’d go back and check. They probably replace the snickers for dollars as soon as you leave…” Lydia commented… thought it would appear that her rule breaking was more of an interest to him.
Instead of calling Stiles out on his rule breaking he decided it was best to at least wait until the morning and decided to walk her back to the dorm instead. She told him that he didn’t have to do that. The campus was safe enough. Not only that, if she suddenly slipped off and went into one of those trances, being led supernaturally to a body… she didn’t want to do it with a stranger. That knowledge could at times make her nervous around others… but as she had before she managed to do a remarkable job at hiding it.
She gave him a small smile when he said that he wanted to before asking where it was that she stayed. When there was no dissuading him, she revealed her dorms location, ” Living off campus would require a job, right now I don’t have the time.” Lydia told him. Her freshman schedule was quite full, though as her friends would put it, she was genius and could handle the heavy college load. Now that she had her own freedom going back home to live with her mother wasn’t an option. She loved her mother, but she also loved her freedom and life more.
Right now, however she wasn’t feeling much of the freedom since she had just broken curfew. Wasn’t for the first time… though it was the first time she had been caught. She followed him out of the door and into the cold night air. She looked behind her as he heard him ask his question, ” Well isn’t Stiles chatty…” Lydia commented a small smile on her face, ” Yeah I was one of those friends…” Lydia told him. Beacon Hills was no longer safe… not that Mystic Falls was any safer. But they had something to do… someone they needed to save, ” We had something to do. Someone we needed to find, save from herself.” Lydia offered as an explanation. That was behind them now, Allison alive and well. Free from demonic possession. Not that she was about to tell him that, ” What about you? Born and raised in Mystic Falls or?” She inquired curiously.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Nov 15, 2020 19:50:11 GMT
He wasn’t delusional, hadn’t taken enough hits playing hockey for that. Bram knew that the minute his back was turned stuff happened in the dorm. People were snuck in … or out. Alcohol ended up in most of the rooms at one time or another, he had to peel enough of the guys up off of the floor to make that obvious. Gambling went from snacks to money the minute they thought he was in bed. It didn’t mean he sucked at his job or the RAs weren’t respected, it was just the naturel of going to college.
Raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck, Bram glanced over his shoulder as his chuckle grew rueful. Undoubtedly when he got back to the kitchen later he’d be clearing up again. He’d mutter about it, lament the ache in his knee from it later, and tomorrow morning he’d wake up and do it all over again. ”I’ll avoid being a helicopter advisor for now. What I didn’t see didn’t officially happen and … if it ends up in a brawl, I won’t mention the money changing hands in the report.” He winked at her as he turned back. He would have to make a report though. That was part of the job, the school needing to cover its ass over everything that happened on campus and him needing to cover his own.
In reality he should’ve brought this up with Stiles, given him a warning for his girlfriend ending up in the dorm after curfew but this was the sort of thing he always tried to give the guys a break on. Instead of chewing the guy out he’d walk his girlfriend back to her dorm instead, whichever one she was living in. Bram started down the stairs, favouring his bad side to avoid stressing it and having to call off his little white knight act before they even got out of the building. ”Could always become an RA…” he offered. ”It pays and you get a break on tuition and stuff. I’d say it doesn’t take up much time but I think you probably know I’d be lying.” There was an innocence to his grin at that. He shot it back at her as he rounded the first landing. It took up a huge chunk of time, barely living him any to himself outside of classes and coaching. Bram knew maybe he should’ve been taking it easier but he’d never been one to back away from a challenge.
He plunged straight in, even if that meant getting over his head. It seemed like that was something he and Stiles’ had in common. Bram shrugged his shoulders, trying not to drop Stiles too far in trouble. ”The guys talk. I told him where I was from and he told me where you were all from, said a bunch of his friends had moved on masse.” It’d seemed strange but not the strangest thing he’d ever heard from a student. The thought ran a slight shudder down his spine. Red-gold brows drew together as he held the door open for Lydia and then followed her out into the cool night air. ”Sounds like one hell of an intervention. Is she doing OK now?” Bram held his hands up in a sign of innocence as he started in the direction of Lydia’s dorm. It was a nosy question, he knew, but it’d slipped right out. Laughing at her question, he dropped them, slipping them into his pockets as he strolled. ”Nowhere near. I was born in Alaska, didn’t come to the US until college. Then I headed back for a while before I came to Whitmore. It’s definitely warmer here most of the year.” Even the really cold days in Virginia weren’t a patch on home. He’d stroll through campus in just a t-shirt in winter here, amazed at everybody else bundled up like they were in the Arctic.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Jan 16, 2021 15:08:07 GMT
| Lydia hadn’t expected to be here so late. Late enough to the point that she was actually sneaking out of the dorms and back to her own. She had hoped to get there without being caught… but as luck would have it someone started talking to her and she paused in her tracks as she had been caught. Trying to get herself out of it she tried to suggest that he go back to supervise the poker. That chances were that the candy and pretzels had changed to money the second he left the room. Regretfully that plan didn’t work, and he was much more interested in why a girl was sneaking out of the boy’s dorm late at night, ” Well aren’t you one of the best…” Lydia commented dryly, as he winked in her direction. The RA’s in the girl’s dorm were quite similar it most respects… willing to turn a blind eye until things got actually dangerous.
Thankfully, he didn’t call Stiles out to read him the riot act, and instead simply offered to walk her home. She tried to say that he didn’t need to bother. She was quite familiar with the journey by now and was used to taking walks in the dark… most of them she didn’t remember exactly how she got there. Even so it was what those states led her to rather than the walk itself that was so frightening. She tried not to laugh when he suggested her becoming an RA. So instead, she just leaned on the academics instead… despite her genius like knowledge… she wouldn’t have the time to miss out on schoolwork, ” Sorry… I wouldn’t really have the time. I actually have a full load this year...” Lydia admitted. He was probably going to be surprised… everyone usually was. Part of the reason she had played into the Queen B façade in high school.
When he asked if she was from the group that moved down from Beacon Hills. She was a little surprised at how he knew to ask such a question. She asked how he knew, and she simply nodded. It wasn’t exactly a secret, anyone looking at school and college files would know. She explained that they had moved to help a friend. When he asked if she was doing ok, she simply smiled and nodded, ” Yeah. She is much better.” Lydia answered as she followed him to the dorms outside.
She returned a similar question back to him, asking if he had been born and raised in Mystic Falls, as she walked back to her own dorm side by side with him. She raised her eyebrows as she looked over at him, ” That is the last place I would expect you to be from…” Lydia commented, ” So of all places… why Mystic Falls and Whitmore college?” She asked. With her grades… she could of easily of gone Ivy League, but with that came a crap tonne of money that she really didn’t have, nor did she want to leave her friends.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Feb 7, 2021 18:06:06 GMT
Bram knew that the Dean would far rather his RAs clamp down too much rather than not enough but he’d always thought that there was a line between making the students feeling like they were still under their parents’ rooves and giving them a little freedom. Sure the freedom meant that from time to time there’d be mistakes, problems for him to clean up, but at the same time it meant he wasn’t turning into the dorm’s dictator and stressing himself and them out twenty-four seven. He’d take his knocks for that but at the end of the day, as long as he wasn’t calling campus security to his dorms daily, he was going to call that a win. Bram’s grin didn’t let him at her desert dry comment. ”I try to be,” he promised. In a year or so it would probably be somebody else’s job anyway. Once the school part of med school was over he was going to be working at a hospital full time, which would be a thousand times worse than trying to wrangle a hundred college students.
Maybe Stilinski and the others would be decent practice at least. They had kept him on his toes this year and if they kept ‘falling asleep’ with their girlfriends in their rooms, that wasn’t going to change. He’d walk this girlfriend back to her dorm at least and reassurance himself that she wasn’t going to find trouble between the two buildings. Bram gripped the rail hard as he started down, taking as much weight off of his weak knee as he could with it. ”Trust me, it gets worse the closer you get to graduation. You think it’s full now but when you’re staring down your last year of med school, time gets even more precious.” Hence the schedule pinned to the wall of his room. Each block colour coded, stuck to almost religiously. Practices, duty slots, classes, homework. It was the only way he could function but thankfully after almost twenty years of packing hockey practical in around his life he was used to it now.
You could get used to just about anything if you had to. That was something kids tend to realised their first year at college. You got that wave of homesick but once it eased it was like they’d suddenly learned to swim when all they’d been doing before was treading water. Moving clear across country for it wasn’t unheard of but for a whole group to have moved together before college? That’d seemed a little weird until Lydia explained it’d been for a friend. One corner of Bram’s mouth kicked up as they stepped out into the chillier night air together. ”I’m glad to hear it. She here at Whitmore too?” He glanced around like this friend would suddenly appear out of thin air. His walking home duties might’ve been passed off then.
She didn’t appear though and as Lydia tossed his question back in his direction they started strolling in the direction of her dorms. Bram’s laugh trailed off as he slipped his hands into his pockets. He tried to walk smoothly but that hitch in his stride was there after taking all those stairs down from his floor. ”I don’t give off the whole Yeti impression?” he asked. Shrugging, he grinned and looked back at her. ”My dad was from Alaska. When his professional hockey career went down in flames, he moved back there with my mom … college sweethearts. They had me and I got hooked on the ice, just like he had. I went to NYU on a scholarship, crashed out same as he did. Took me a couple of years after to want to go back to school.” Wallowing in both physical and mental pain until what had happened in the forest that night had pushed him to make a change. ”I got caught up in a situation back home that kinda pushed me to give school another try. Whitmore’s got a stellar med school and a pretty decent hockey team too. Figured I could kill two birds with one stone.” He was doing pretty well with it, he liked to think. A glance around them as they walked had a shiver running down his spine though.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Feb 8, 2021 14:40:46 GMT
| Lydia did her best to divert attention away from her complete disregard to breaking curfew. No matter what she tried, nothing was diverting his attention, a girl past curfew in the guys dorms. Thankfully, he didn’t call upon Stiles to read him the riot act in the corridor. Lydia told him that he was one of the best, her tone completely flat. She didn’t mean what she was saying, though sometimes flattery was a good form of distraction.
With another failed attempt she found herself being walked back toward girls’ dorms by him. As she followed him out, she did notice how he was walking, as though he was in pain. Right not she chose not to mention it. When he mentioned perhaps her becoming an RA, she told him there wasn’t a chance, not in her heavy workload, ” Med Student then… “ Lydia commented, ” Noted. Any specialisation?” She asked curiously. So many different area’s to medicine, she was just curious.
Lydia was slightly surprised to hear that Stiles had admitted the story, though he didn’t tell him the full truth. Telling an outsider that they had moved here for a recently resurrected friend, who was possessed by a demon, wouldn’t have gone down well. Lydia explained how it had been to help a friend, not to mention they could of both of done with getting out of Beacon Hills. When he asked if she was alright Lydia confirmed that she was. But when he asked if she was at college Lydia shook her head, ” No, she deferred for a year. She hasn’t had the best time with school.” Lydia explained knowing Allison academic past. She couldn’t blame her for wanting to take a break after everything she had been through.
When Lydia asked if he was from here the last place, he expected to say was Alaska, and she made her surprise clear. She chuckled a little when he mentioned about him giving off a yeti impression, ” Afraid not. You look more like a guy that would hit the beach and surf up a tan.” Lydia commented noting his tanned skin. Regardless listened to his story and nodded. His walking made a lot of sense now, ” Is the ‘crash out’ why you are limping?” Lydia asked, ” Look you don’t have to walk me back if you’re in pain. I can almost see the building and I’m not as defenceless as I look.” Lydia suggested. Though he wasn’t having any of it and she carried on walking toward her dorm as he explained why he had come here, ” Why hockey? Plenty of other ice related sports.” Lydia asked when it became clear he was walking her to the door.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Mar 30, 2021 18:35:17 GMT
For all the times he had to be a hard ass as an RA Bram honestly considered himself a nice guy. He’d give the shirt of off of his back for others, practically had once upon a time when he’d almost boiled to death in a pond trying to save the lives of the two firefighters who’d been going up against the wildfire he’d stupidly found himself in the middle of. Considering he was still on duty he could’ve just ordered Lydia to head back to her dorm on her own, saving him from leaving the guys in his dorm unsupervised or the ache in his knee that was undoubtedly just going to end up twice as bad by the time he got himself back to the dorm room afterwards. It wouldn’t have been him though and given the things that had happened around town and on campus ever since he’d started at the college it would’ve weighed heavy on his conscience while he joined the poker game or flopped back on his bed with his physiology homework and his nightly ice pack shoved on his knee.
That was gonna happen when he got back anyway, Bram figured, limping heavily already as they’d headed down the stairs. By the time the school year was out he was gonna be glad for the break. A couple of months back home maybe, doing nothing more strenuous than helping his dad out with the younger kids occasionally. No chasing freshmen around the dorms trying to get them to pay attention to the rules, no chivalrous trips through the campus on foot this late at night. Bram glanced over at Stiles’ girlfriend, his smile slanting at her question. ”Not yet. Right now they bombard us with everything. Once you get to the in hospital years of training you start picking up rotations. I’m probably gonna lean towards sports medicine, kinda goes hand in hand with the hockey. How ‘bout you?” Freshmen tended to be notoriously fickle about their majors but some came In with a definite idea in mind, just as he’d once done.
Stiles had seemed like one of those who’d change his mind every five minutes but far as he knew Stiles was definitely set on criminal justice, one of the things he had laser like focus for. Everything else … the jury was still out on. Given the big change him and his friends had gone through part way through high school it wasn’t that surprising. He hadn’t entirely got the story out of them yet but as Lydia opened the subject up to the floor he’d asked her anyway. Out on the paved paths it was a little easier to walk without looking like Hopalong Cassidy. Bram slipped his hands into his pockets, hunching his shoulders against the cold. ”I get that,” he admitted, his voice a little rough for a moment. ”This is my second time around at college. I went to NYU when I was 18. Got two and a half years in on a hockey scholarship.” He’d been clawing his way back from what had taken him out, considering maybe completing his degree somewhere in Alaska when the fire had happened and suddenly everything had changed.
The courage he’d found again eased back over him like a warm cloak now. Easing his step a little, leaving his shoulders relaxing a little as they strolled through the campus. Thankfully it wasn’t far to go, not far enough he’d be crawling back at least. It went quickly enough as they talked, firing questions back and forth and leaving him snorting as she told him he looked more like a beach bum than someone who’d spent the first eighteen years of his life freezing his ass off most of the time. ”I did do the whole Spring Break thing in Fort Lauderdale a couple of times,” he countered with a snort. Shaking his head, Bram flattened his lips into a thin line. He hadn’t wanted to bring up what had happened but Lydia was pretty forthright about the whole thing. He looked at her, frowned for a moment before he shook his head. ”I offered to, I’m gonna do it. Defenceless or not, I’d rather someone see you back.” Bram traced his lower lip with his tongue before he bit it. ”It’s why I dropped out of NYU,” he admitted. ”I got hit bad on the ice. Screwed my knee up so bad they couldn’t get me all the way back from it. It’s good enough for most things now, but I can’t play the way I did. You’re honestly asking why a guy in Alaska chose hockey? It’s practically a religion once you get into Canada.” And he’d fully embraced it. God, he couldn’t imagine not being able to get out on the ice at least a little now. It’d be like losing a limb.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
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Teaching Assistant
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In a Relationship
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Stiles Stilinski
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Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Aug 7, 2021 9:17:16 GMT
| Lydia was grateful for the walk back. Mystic Falls turned out to be no different than Beacon Hills. A hot spot for the supernatural. It was a miracle that she actually got any sleep, considering the supernatural deaths. Not that she had met any other banshee’s… though it was clear that she wasn’t the only one in town.
Heading back toward her dorm building they started talking and she took a note that he was a med student. Asking what he intended to specialise in, knowing there were several different fields of medicine. She had time to decide what she wanted to do with her life, she was smart enough to do anything. Her grades were high enough that she could do anything that she wanted, ” I haven’t actually decided yet. Grades are good enough that I could do virtually anything I wanted.” Lydia revealed. When she graduated high school, she could of went to any university and probably skipped a few years given the credits she had… could have even graduated early. It was a choice to stay here, where she was needed by both her friends and family. Still, plenty of time to get that Field’s Medal Stiles once told her she would be awarded.
When they neared the dorm, Lydia didn’t need to look directly at him to see that he was struggling to walk. It also didn’t take someone of her intellect to realise the limp would be from an injury, probably sustained during him playing ice hockey. When he revealed he was from one of the coldest places that did surprise her as he certainly didn’t give off Eskimo vibes. She offered to go the rest of the way by herself but he told her that he offered to and so he would see her all the way to the dorm, ” Alright…” Lydia gave up and just allowed him to keep walking her back.
She asked why he chose hockey of all sports, there were plenty of them, ” Religion or not I’m sure they still have other sports that don’t involve ice.” Lydia countered just as quickly, ” You’re telling me that Alaska doesn’t have a football team… or regular field hockey?” Lydia challenged a small smile tilting her lips. When he mentioned how he screwed up his knee, it made perfect sense to her his career of choice now. Sparing others from what he now went through, being unable to play again.
Eventually they arrived at the dorm room door, and she looked up at it, ” Well this is me.” She told him peering through the doorway, the hallways still lit, ” Thanks for walking me back.” Lydia told him gratefully. Making a mental note to be more careful of curfews next time.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
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Ange
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Sept 14, 2021 19:11:07 GMT
His parents had always pushed the academic as hard as the hockey. It’d probably been obvious almost from the start that there’d only ever been one direction he’d wanted to go in but after what had happened to his dad neither one of them had wanted to leave anything to chance. Lectures over homework at the kitchen table, deals struck about grades and his practices that went beyond the rules set out by the schools. The threat to take away his skates and stick even for a single day always enough to have him behaving. Bram had never expected that one day they might be right. It had been a bolt from the blue, one that he hadn’t seen coming. Lightning wasn’t supposed to strike twice after all.
The ache in his knee as he walked Lydia back across campus called absolute bullshit on that. It had and instead of following his dad purely into training he’d tried to rewrite history and maybe get to the point where someone else wouldn’t have to give up on their dreams. Talented hands, a brain that did well enough when he put effort into it. Not the smartest in his class but enough. He was obviously no Lydia. Bram’s grin broadened at her admission, sandy brows rising. ”Modest about it too, yeah?” A chuckle was rolling out though, joined by that low whistle of admiration. ”Whitmore’s got plenty of decent courses, especially if you wanna test yourself against probably the toughest majors in the state.” It wasn’t always about the difficulty but there were reasons why people chose to come to Whitmore and they certainly didn’t include the trouble that seemed to find the campus and the local town.
Most had scoffed at Sheriff Forbes’ warning. Bram supposed he could’ve done the same, blowing off the amorphous dangers out there in the dark but he’d just have ended up standing there at his window, feeling the knots tighten in his gut at not knowing that Stiles’ girlfriend had gotten back to her dorm in one piece. It was a catch-22 really, one part bitching him out for not going, another that was going to complain all the way back for doing it. He shot Lydia a bashful grin, his frown melting away as she gave in on him limping her right back there. Trying to take shorter, smoother steps so she wouldn’t worry, Bram snorted. ”You ever been to Canada? Ice is pretty much all we’ve got. The skater’s King there. Other stuff barely gets a look in. Honestly, it’s like 90 percent hockey.” It wasn’t like they had six months of summer there like you tended to have this far South. You made do with what you had and when you turned out to kick ass at it you celebrated hard.
Bram was grateful when her dorm room loomed up in the dark. He let out a long breath, shifting his centre of balance as they stopped. Blue eyes glanced up at the lit up windows and then settled on the RA on duty at the door of the girl’s dorm. Recognising her he shot her a smile, lifting his hand in greeting. ”Anytime, Lydia,” he drawled lightly as he looked back at the redhead. One corner of his mouth hitched higher, freezing as he gritted his teeth to take a step back in the direction of his own. ”Just do me a favour and watch the clock a little closer next time. Goodnight.” Bram carried on moving backwards until he saw Lydia reach the door of the building. Raising a hand in farewell he turned back, already mentally cursing. Forget the game of cards, the only things he saw in his future were a couple of Tylenol and an ice pack.
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