LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 7:18:04 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Feb 18, 2023 22:02:50 GMT
❝ I Don't Have Claws...
I Just Have Voices In My Head❞
Life had been simple lately, good even. Her and Stiles had moved into their own apartment months ago. Things honestly couldn’t be better. Of course, it wasn’t perfect. Money always an issue, but it rarely came between them, and they were making it work. Since moving in she hadn’t had anymore banshee scares, no fugue states, no dead bodies. She wasn’t naïve enough as to think that Mystic Falls had changed, but she was certainly enjoying the peace while it lasted.
She had been at college late that night. Well past dinner, working on some homework. Catching up on school work, refusing to fall behind. With it done she rubbed her eyes and glanced at the time on her phone. Nearing seven at night she shot Stiles a quick text, a plea for him to come and get her. While she packed up her stud. Saved her money in the end for a taxi. His reply wasn’t instant, so she started to walk, in the direction of the main gates, and if she hadn’t a reply by then, she would call.
As she neared the Whitmore gates she stepped to the side of the road to avoid an incoming car. As the car slowed so did she, as the window rolled down to reveal a friend- well an acquaintance. Bram there, looking at her and Lydia gave him a smile. It wasn’t that she had been avoiding him, she didn’t live on campus anymore. Though because she knew something about him, something he didn’t, she avoided him when she had to.
They looked at each other and she recalled the otherworldly eyes she had last looked into. Orange gleaming through his veins like lava. What she had seen that night. She could almost hear Krenik now, reminding her of what she had promised. So she started a conversation the secret present in her mind, and kept it silent, ” Hi… Long time no see.” She started lightly, trying not to sound completely lame and awkward.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 108
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 9, 2024 19:27:38 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Feb 25, 2023 18:57:47 GMT
”Hey, you wanna come with us, get something to eat?” The freshman who’d bowled him over like he weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet instead of over two hundred pounds turned back at the doors of the rink, calling the offer out at him.
Bram lifted a hand, waving him off. Laying flat on the ice, winded beyond words for five long minutes had been humbling. In the end he’d gotten up – with more help than he probably needed, his ego taking another knock – but getting off the ice had been painful. Once he was down on the bench, he hadn’t gotten back up. The coach had offered to call someone to take a look at him, but he’d played the med student card, cutting off all offers. He already knew he was bruised from his thighs up to his back, his step had been off from it, the pain immediately igniting in his knee. ”You guys go without me. I’ve got a midterm to cram for. Thanks for the offer though.”
The kid hesitated a moment longer, like he was going to push it. Someone called from outside though and the kid was throwing up a hand as a farewell as he rushed out. The door slammed after him, like the signal that he could slump back on the bench finally with a groan.
It took a couple of extra strength Tylenol swallowed dry and another ten minutes waiting for them to kick in before he could bend and get his skates off. Another twenty minutes to crawl around the place, clearing away the last of the equipment from the training session. By the time he locked up the rink behind him, he was ready for another couple pills and a few hours unconscious to try and cut the worst of the pain and stiffness. He hadn’t exactly been lying about the midterm. They were creeping up fast and between training, classes, helping Milena get things back on track and keeping everybody else’s stress from exploding the dorm like a powder keg there wasn’t much time to focus on his own studies. There was no practice tomorrow night, maybe he could talk Milena into a study session, hunkering down in the library to put a solid couple of hours in.
Thank God he’d driven that afternoon instead of walking. Folding painfully into the car he shot her a message. It’d be a bonus for both of them, and he could drive there easily enough, taking it easy on the knee for a few days would be a wise move. Saying a prayer for whoever had come up with automatic cars, Bram eased out of the lot, heading out of the nearest gate to take the quickest route around the campus, instead of the circuitous, slow one that’d keep him running at just a couple of miles an hour. He accelerated on the quieter road, counting off those minutes until he popped up at the gate closest to his dorms.
Bram slowed, waited for the guy in the booth to see his parking sticker in the front window of the car before he opened the gate. He crawled through, slowing to a total stop on the other side as he caught sight of the redhead who’d stepped aside to let him through. Stiles’ girlfriend, Lydia. He hadn’t seen her in a while, not since … His frown started to deepen before he pushed the half recollection aside. The smile he’d been wearing when he first caught sight of her filtered back in as he buzzed the window down. ”Hey,” he called back. ”Yeah, it’s been a while. I guess with you guys moved out, you haven’t exactly got a reason to be at the dorms.” Like most students they’d eventually found themselves a place off campus – probably drawing a few sighs of relief from those left as Tornado Stiles had moved on.
He half twisted in his seat, gesturing back out the way he’d come in. She’d obviously been heading out that way, probably walking home, although in this town that was still inherently dangerous. ”You need a lift somewhere? It’s getting pretty late.” Bram figured he didn’t need to go through his warning again, nothing much had changed about campus safety since that last time he’d seen her.
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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 Nov 18, 2024 7:18:04 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Aug 27, 2023 9:58:18 GMT
❝ I Don't Have Claws...
I Just Have Voices In My Head❞
She was starting the long walk back to town. The woods she walked past did creep her out and she probably shouldn’t be walking. Yet… she couldn’t keep using taxis. She had tried texting her boyfriend, begging him to come and pick her up. But he wasn’t responding. Unusual, but perhaps he was busy. So, she began the walk to her new apartment that she shared with her boyfriend.
As she was headed out the huge gates of Whitmore college, she moved to the side seeing a car coming in. The driver slowed to stop next to her, and the window rolled down to reveal someone that she knew. Not very well. He had just escorted her back to her dorm after she had been caught in the men’s dorms after curfew. Bram had been kind enough to walk her back to her own.
She had bumped into him again. She had been drawn to a body, as she was often. But she hadn’t been the only one there, Bram had been there too. Except it hadn’t been him, in body it had been but not in ‘spirit’. That was when she discovered that he houses a Hell Hound… and he didn’t even know it. She kept this information off her face as she tried to be normal around him.
Smiling saying ‘long time no see’. Lydia nodded at him, ” Yeah. We got lucky with where we got. Not a cockroach in sight.” Lydia joked. You heard stories about off campus student housing… That basements were cleaner. It had been snapped up by them quickly, and right in their price range. Top end of it… but it was more than worth it for what they got in return.
Lydia was about to tell him that she had to get going if she wanted to get home in a decent time. When he gestured behind him through the gates he had just come through. She smiled at him, sweetly, ” I can’t ask you to give me a lift. You literally just got home.” Lydia told him not exactly refusing… by God did she want to get a lift, and he wasn’t a random weirdo. She knew better than to get into a strange weirdo’s car. She just wanted to give him the chance to say no, ” I’ll be fine. I’m a fast runner…” She joked scoffing internally. She was nothing of the sort.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 108
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 9, 2024 19:27:38 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Sept 25, 2023 21:28:42 GMT
The yawn hit so hard that his jaw popped. Bram peeled a hand off the wheel and pressed the back of it to his mouth to chase off the one that tried to roll in after it. If he could’ve gotten away with just laying face down on the bench in the locker room and passing out, he’d have done it. First thing tomorrow morning the coach would be in though and then the questions about how badly he’d actually screwed himself up would come spilling out. Not enough for a trip to Whitmore, but he wasn’t going to be comfortable at any point in the next couple of days, and that was gonna suck when he was back at Whitmore on his placement on Monday.
His back ached, his knee had complained every time he’d hit the accelerator. The sooner he managed to perform a quick sweep of the dorm and fall into bed the better. If he was lucky it was all of ten minutes away now. A soft pillow, voices muted to whispers behind the closed doors. Bliss.
At this time of the day classes would’ve cleared out, people would be making the most of the weather and hanging out on campus – hopefully. If he didn’t have the midterm to study for he might’ve done the same. Pretty soon he’d be graduating and Whitmore would be in his rearview. Some part of him was definitely gonna miss it, the part that didn’t mind being woken up in the middle of the night by trouble, the part that could forget all the weird things that had happened here over the last couple of years. He’d been overtired, that was all, and that probably wasn’t going to change any time soon, he’d just adjust to that on the job.
That was going well at least. Mystic Falls might’ve been small but it’s hospital was plenty busy. He didn’t want to think about what sent the weirdest cases there – thankfully that was someone else’s problem. Most shifts he took histories, got handed the scut work and he was glad to do it too. His last customer had come in from a roller skating accident, the injuries familiar enough to have his wrist aching as he remembered what it’d been like to hit the ice in a bad tackle when he was seven. Six weeks in plaster hadn’t stopped him from getting straight back onto the ice. Another thing he was gonna miss when he wasn’t on campus anymore – easy access to a rink and an opportunity to still have one hand in the game.
In the morning maybe, Bram told himself as he rolled up to the gate. He needed to get his head down, drum data into it before he blinked and he was heading into the exam room. Everybody on campus would be the same soon. It hit a certain time of year and everybody’s mind would be on tests and assignments and the summer looming up behind them. Almost there. If he hadn’t spotted Lydia he’d have rolled on through and crawled into the dorm in just a few minutes.
Bram opened the window, thoughts of collapsing in bed and a bucket load of ice and pain killers shifting just a little further out of reach. Snorting, he let out a low whistle. Things had certainly been quieter without Stiles at the dorm. ”Who managed to pull off that miracle for you? You wanna introduce me to whoever did it? End of the term I’m gonna have to move out of the dorms and I could do without the roommates.” Living cheek to cheek with insects when you were camping was one thing, waking up to one on your pillow on a daily basis was another entirely.
Technically Stiles had ceased to be his problem when he moved out, therefore Lydia had either. That didn’t mean he was about to let her walk home this late in the day though. Bram glanced in the direction she was gonna go and shuddered faintly, the movement threatening to send his back into spasm again. He’d been spooked by too many things around here. ”It’s not like I’m giving you a piggy back all the way home. It’s just a short drive, it’s fine, honestly.” Ruddy brows rose as he looked Lydia up and down, as though he was judging her athletic prowess. ”I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run anywhere.” But suddenly he had a mental image of Lydia doing just that, bolting away from him.
He swallowed hard and shot her a smile, nodding towards the passenger seat because there was no way he could lean across and open the door for her without crying like a baby. ”Honestly, get in. It’s no bother. Is Stiles still in class?” As hard as Stiles was to handle sometimes, he seemed like a good kid, the sort that wouldn’t have wanted his girlfriend to be walking home after dark.
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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 Nov 18, 2024 7:18:04 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Oct 13, 2023 18:05:27 GMT
❝ I Don't Have Claws...
I Just Have Voices In My Head❞
Lydia smiled at her friend through the window of his car. She didn’t particularly want to walk all the way home right now, but she had no other alternative. Didn’t want to stand around for too long as each minute meant she was wondering the streets home for longer than she needed to. He quickly asked about her apartment, and she answered saying it was great, not a cockroach in sight. The horror stories you hear about some accommodations… it was enough to make Lydia mega picky. They had both vowed to run if they even seen a slight sign of pests or activity of them.
Lydia chuckled a little and then looked thoughtful as she rooted around in her bag. Did she still have the agent’s business card? Reaching in for her purse she opened reaching for her card slots as she found it. Grinning she pulled it out and handed it to him, ” Not going to lie, it’s not cheap. But between us we are managing it. I had to give up my car… but its alright.” Lydia commented.
She was about to wave her goodbyes and set off into the quickest power walk of her life when Bram offered her a lift. First was her polite refusal, when what she really wanted to do was jump in the car and thank him. When he commented about her running, she laughed then peeked down at her heeled feet, ” That wouldn’t surprise me. I’m usually not dressed for running…” Lydia commented. Which surprised her since she had spent much of her time running for her life in Beacon Hills… she really ought to think about that sometimes. Though she was reminded of a time when she had ran, and it had been from him. Though that was a secret kept between her and the hellhound currently slumbering in the back of his mind.
When he assured her, she wasn’t being a bother. She nodded her agreement before wandering around to the passengers’ side of the car. Opening the car door and slipping her bag off her shoulder as she did so. In one graceful movement she was in the car and slipping on her seatbelt, ” Thank you. I do appreciate it. I wasn’t looking forward to making the walk home.” Lydia commented, especially when she knew exactly what could come out to play at night.
When he asked if Stiles was still in class she shook her head, ” He hasn’t had classes today, but he has been at work… he might be working late.” Her texts and calls he never ignored without a good reason. So she shrugged a little.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 108
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 9, 2024 19:27:38 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Nov 18, 2023 21:51:15 GMT
Paying out for accommodation at all when it had been free almost his whole way through college was going to sting. Bram supposed it meant he’d been able to put money away, saving up for the moment when he wouldn’t have that safety net anymore, but cracking open his bank account to pay rent on what was probably going to be an apartment only a few feet bigger than his dorm room was still gonna be painful. Each pro for not being a college student anymore would come with some sort of con on the other side of it – he wouldn’t have to watch out for dozens of students, his apartment would seem kinda lonely with nobody else there, it was gonna be quiet enough that he could sleep in until midday after a late night at the hospital, it was gonna be too quiet to fall asleep easily. Bram huffed out a breath as he considered it, he’d get used to all the changes eventually.
He reached out and took the card that Lydia offered to him, studying it for a moment before he slipped it into the pocket of his shirt. ”Thanks.” There were still a couple of months before he started getting desperate, but then so would everybody else. Next week maybe he’d make that call. ”Alright, except on the nights you end up having to walk home?” Bram asked, hitching a brow. He shrugged slightly, looking a little rueful. ”Unless I end up getting desperate and trying to find roommates to share the cost, I think I’m gonna be shouldering the whole thing myself.” That little voice in the back of his head reminded him of his savings account, but honestly, it still didn’t feel like anywhere near enough. Especially when student loan repayments were gonna be kicking in soon.
Maybe then he’d be considering getting rid of his car too, although that would screw him over when it came to getting to and from the hospital. It wasn’t like there was a ton of decent accommodation within walking distance of the place and that was gonna make a big difference when he was staggering out after a double shift. Maybe driving tired wasn’t much better, but at least he had a little experience at that, and it was a million steps up from running home. Bram craned forward to look out of the car window at Lydia’s heels. ”I noticed that,” he assured her. ”They’re not exactly long walk home footwear either.” he couldn’t even imagine how women did it. When his body was rebelling on him like it was now, even sneakers were enough comfort.
Sympathy for her had him pushing again. In the end Bram was nodding her into the car. He waited until she was buckled in on the passenger side before he started it up again. ”It’s no problem, honestly,” he assured her, blushing faintly at the gratitude. ”We’ll call it my charitable contribution for the night.” The grin was back now, pulling up one corner of his mouth. ”I guess with the apartment, both of you are having to pull extra duty with jobs.” Thankfully he didn’t have to do that, although placements were a part of med school – one that he’d enjoyed at least.
Bram waved to the guard again and headed back onto the road, figuring that Lydia would direct him when she needed to. He knew what general direction most of the off site housing lay in. ”I was at the rink,” he explained, glancing away from the road at Lydia. He huffed out a breath, squirming faintly in his seat – at the rink, getting his ass kicked. ”I’ve been helping coach the team since I came to Whitmore. I used to play, thought I might go pro at one point, but you know, things happen. You skate?” Despite the discomfort he’d tried to make sure he could at least keep doing that. Tackling might've been off the cards these days, but a few hours out on the ice without anybody else around had always cleared his head like nothing else could.
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