Who: Lydia Martin and OPEN What: Ghosts are hard on banshees When: Sunday Where: Around town Warnings: TBD Status: OPEN/On-going
She was supposed to be shopping.
She’d said she was going shopping.
Over the last few days, it had been a struggle for Lydia to keep control of herself in any way whatsoever. The voices in her head were deafening if she didn’t keep busy to block them out. More than once she’d lost track of herself, come to her senses hours later having filled a notebook with gibberish. Names and words with no connection, drawings of the most random of objects and places she’d never seen before. At least that was it, no wandering out of her room in the middle of the night out into the cold. And at least she had a lot going on to keep her otherwise occupied. There was a party to plan, and with the time she was pouring into it it was going to be her best yet, and there was a list of people to Christmas shop for, a pile of books to read in preparation for the new year when she’d finally go back to school.
She was busier than she’d been in a long time, and normally it would have been plenty to keep the voices at bay. They didn’t normally even want anything more than to annoy her, to let her know about things that probably weren’t even going to happen. It was good here, no one she knew was about to die every other moment, there was no reason for the voices to take control. But normally town wasn’t filled with the dead.
Today her usual distractions weren’t enough. She stopped on the street a coffee in one hand and a few bags hanging from her wrist, thankfully bundled up against the winter chill. Her eyes unfocused and she turned abruptly, stepped out into the street without so much as a glance around.