Who: Lydia Martin and Kenny McCormick What: Lydia is sorta a stalker sometimes When: Sunday evening Where: Taco Bell Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/Match-Up/Complete
Lydia had much better control of her abilities now than she’d ever had before she’d gone home, before they’d been opened up and her head filled with screams. She almost knew how to use them on command, could at least use her own scream to defend herself. But even with that, she wasn’t in complete control of herself sometimes. She got lost in her own head, distracted, pulled away by whatever it was in the universe or in herself that gave her her abilities. She had no idea. It wasn’t like there were a lot of banshees around to ask.
She was almost in control, but some days, they still controlled her. And she found herself walking into Taco Bell of all places, she’d never normally set foot in there without good reason. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked across the restaurant without so much as a glance around, sat down across from a guy she’d never met, hadn’t even spoken to, without an invitation.
For a second, she simply stared at him, eyes not completely focused, then blinked, expression shifting to confusion.
Why was she there? What about this guy were the voices trying to tell her? There was no answer. The whispers were basically silent as she just looked at him, probably seeming like an idiot.