WHO: Lydia Martin and OPEN WHAT: Going for a walk WHEN: Friday after work WHERE: In camp WARNINGS TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Lydia had suffered through a rather rough start here at the camp. She'd been confused and frightened, and had retreated behind her bitchy 'popular girl' persona that had worked so well to shield her true self in high school. Trouble was, this wasn't high school, and most people who had interacted with her lately (unless they knew her from home) were now just convinced that she was a bona fide bitch. And she hated it. First, because she hated being unpopular, but more importantly because that wasn't really who she was. So Lydia now needed to put some effort into fixing her reputation.
To that end, she'd put a great deal of effort into her work today. She'd worked until she was itchy with dripping sweat and until her fingernails were caked with dirt. And she hadn't complained a bit. She'd read the network, but had added none of her own opinions, keeping Derek and the rest of them off her case. She was tired, and grungy, and bored...and had nothing to show for it. Nobody had even noticed.
She refused to go to bed this early, no mater how tired she was, so she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie (which was old and used but clean) and began to walk. She had no destination in mind because in truth, there were no destinations here. Finally, she stopped in front of a row of townhouses, a miserable and frustrated look on her face. Apparently, she was expected to work all day and simply go home and go to bed. There had been the dance when she'd first arrived, but since then there'd been very little to do other than work. Leaning against a light fixture in order to take some of the pressure off of her sore and aching feet, she sighed. She never thought she'd ever wish to be back in Beacon Hills...but there it was.