Lʏᴅɪᴀ Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ (beautifulgenius) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2014-02-02 11:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), lydia martin, sam winchester |
characters: lydia martin & open sam winchester
setting: near the tents
summary: lydia's arrival
rating/warnings: tbd, will update as needed
status: in progress | open
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Lydia Martin was losing her mind. That was all there was to it. What else could it possibly be? She didn't know. There was no good explanation for this. She had to simply be...losing it. That was a very scary thought, but it wasn't even surprising with everything that had happened. Especially with what had JUST happened. She was still so cold and confused. Nothing around her made any sense at all. "Who's out there?" She called, not really expecting an answer. She didn't want so stare down anything scary again. That was how she'd gotten hurt in the first place. She shivered a bit, taking a look around, and stepping carefully. The outfit she was wearing was not ideal for this climate. It wasn't Beacon Hills, she didn't even think it was California anymore. And the more Lydia glanced around, the more she came to realize that there was something seriously wrong here. It was as if, she was in the past. But that couldn't be possible, could it? How could she be in the past? The 30s...if she had to guess, based on the general disarray of everything and the vehicles and whatnot that she could see scattered in the distance. No, she wasn't in the past. Lydia was losing her mind. "Stiles? Come on, someone? I think I'm hallucinating." Was this what Allison had felt like in seeing her dead aunt? "Please...this isn't right. Wake up, Lydia. Wake up." She told herself, but nothing happened. She pinched herself, and nothing happened. Was this some part of her weird and freaky banshee power growing? |