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Tweak says, "carlson is my 80's teen dream"

Malia Tate (coyotebound) wrote in portland_logs,
@ 2014-04-14 19:11:00

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lydia martin, malia tate

Who: Malia and Lydia
Where: Chapel in the woods
When: The snowstorm
What: Getting trapped in a really creepy place cause that's how they roll
Status: On-going/closed
Warnings: TBD

Malia had fallen into somewhat of a routine. She slept the entire morning away and most of the afternoon as well. Then she usually ate a bowl of cereal in front of the television. When Barry was available he would teach her things like he had promised and while Malia had learned a lot about all kinds of things like Math and Science and History she really hadn't learned very much in the way of social skills. Barry had nice friends that wanted to do fun things and Malia was game to do things that were fun. It didn't stop her from growling every once in awhile if she was upset. She had to be careful to reign her temper in and she figured that growling was at least better than her first instinct which was to just throw punches.

The little werecoyote lead a very strange existence here in Portland. She had somehow managed to get a roommate that adopted her. The town itself seemed very accepting of her kind or at least the ones who reached out to her were. She had agreed to not drag anymore twigs and leaves and dirt inside. It wasn't good for Barry's allergies and the last thing Malia wanted to do was piss him off after he had taken her in. She knew that she wasn't normal. She knew that her moods were strange and she couldn't quite express herself properly. Malia had a lot of challenges in front of her but she could run from one side of the city to the other in just about an hour. She thought that was pretty neat. She had nowhere to go and nothing to look forward to. She couldn't work the way. Not yet, she wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility yet. She made a little extra cash by collecting soda bottles and cans and turning them in for cash. Getting money was better than chewing on them anyway.

It had been warm lately and Malia had been staying out almost all night running around Portland's wooded area in her coyote form. She howled at the moon and scampered around and got into fights with snakes and raccoon. She shredded newspapers and communed with nature. It was strange without her passenger and in a way she felt so free. In some other ways she felt lonely, like a part of her was missing. It was with Stiles now and Malia could feel it's creeping coldness. Soon the whole city would feel it's wrath and she wondered what would become of everyone.

The snow took Malia by surprise and by the time she realized that a lot of snow was falling very quickly, it was too late to turn back home. She shifted then. It was painful that shift, always hurt each time a little more. Malia didn't know why that was. There was so much she didn't understand about herself and what she was. Nobody here could explain it to her. Stiles and his friends had tried but all they had was Isaac and he wasn't an alpha. He couldn't make her understand the way that Scott had. Malia was a lost little coyote without an alpha to call her own but she had been an omega for most of her life. She would survive. She stood up without a stitch of clothing on and the snow fell softly around her. Maybe she did have a pack, she just didn't realize it yet.

There was a small chapel out in the woods. It wasn't much to look at. It was actually pretty rickety looking, as if it had been built and forgotten about decades ago. It was the only shelter Malia saw nearby and she walked inside. She peered inside the window before trying the door. She was surprised when it opened. It slammed shut behind her as she walked up towards the wooden pews. Her arms crossed over her chest but she had no shame about her nudity. This was nature. Malia knew better than to walk down Main Street like this. She had already made that mistake once and found out quickly how bad an idea it actually was. But this wasn't Main Street. There weren't soccer moms driving their kids home in soccer vans. There was just her. Her and God. And God made her this way.

Malia approached a small fireplace in an office behind the chapel and she didn't waste any time building a fire. She immediately shifted back into a coyote and laid down on the floor in front of the fireplace. She could wait the storm out here. She napped for awhile, sleeping as the wind howled against the walls. It wasn't until she heard the door close that her eyes snapped open, bright blue and alert. Her ears went back as she hopped up onto all fours quietly. Putting her head down she approached the figure slowly with her teeth bared.

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coyotebound
2014-04-17 12:52 am UTC (link)

Lydia's scent had been sullied by the storm outside but the sound of her voice couldn't be touched. It was Lydia's defining characteristic, that voice. It couldn't be silenced. Malia's eyes instantly returned to their natural color and she transformed into a naked teenage girl again. She stood in front of Lydia with the same absence of shame that she felt when she had first walked in.

"Hello, Lydia," she said politely. "We should stay here and wait out the storm. It's dangerous out there right now." Her preternatural senses had told her to seek shelter and since Malia had been a coyote for nine years, she tended to trust her instincts. She knew how to survive and any strong animal with a chance of survival had to have good instincts. "But if you want to go back out there by all means." Malia shrugged.

She knew that Stiles and his little friends were under the distinct impression that they had helped Malia but they were mistaken. They hadn't helped her. They disrupted her life, chased her from her own home and sen the run. When their alpha finally managed to snap her out of her coyote state she had to go back and face her father knowing she had killed his wife and daughter so many years before. That was no kind of life for anyone and Malia never appreciated their "help".

She wasn't about to tell any of them that though. Her little fling with Stiles had been memorable in that it was the first time Malia had ever made out with a boy. But she had only done it to get closer to him, so he could get closer to him. She knew that her body was distracting to Stiles and so she had used it against him. It was simple. It wasn't like it hadn't all been very fun and educational but she wasn't pining over the guy. It was just nature.

Turning around she walked back into the office where the fire had mysteriously gone out. "That's strange," she said, turning to face the redhead as she walked into the room. "This fire was just going a minute ago."

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piercing
2014-04-17 04:12 am UTC (link)

"Hello - Malia." Lydia turned her head and clutched the bag that was in her hand. She wasn't offended, not in the least. She was aware that when they shifted back, they were naked and Lydia wondered if she had clothes for herself, but knowing Malia, she didn't. She was feral in every sense of the word. She'd been in the wild for so long, it would be a slow process to condition her.

Lydia's eyes moved around the small room, still clutching that bag. She could handle it. Malia was in no way ashamed of her body, or the fact she was naked and Lydia was not uncomfortable. Not at all. Nope.

The red head glanced out the window as the snow started to pound down and it was probably a good idea that she did stay. Whatever it was that brought her here, it was for Malia. Lydia paused at that, thinking and now the curiosity was going to hammer at her. She felt a shiver, heard the slightest crackle and Lydia quickly followed Malia. The red head came to stand beside her.

"How long ago did you start it?" Lydia looked at the fireplace and then at Malia and no, no, she couldn't do this. And she was probably going to regret this. She really liked it the top and she actually got a pair of jeans. Allison would be proud.

Her hand shot out that was holding the bag. "Please, put these on. I insist." Lydia stared ahead and she waited for Malia to take the bag so she could get changed. "How long have you been here?" Malia had said it was just going, but there was no heat whatsoever from it. There would surely be small embers, some type of heat that was left over. Lydia frowned, her head tilted as she crouched down and touched a burnt log, but it was freezing cold to the touch.

And that's when she felt that familiar shiver, that crackle and she felt like she was being held, but that was only for a second. It was so strange and Lydia stood up, turning around and looking at Malia. Okay, that was freaky. And she wasn't letting that be known. Not yet. And the moment the snow was letting up? They were getting out of there. She did pull out her phone and she wanted to text Allison, but she wouldn't send her friend out in this.

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coyotebound
2014-04-17 09:08 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know how long ago I started it but it was still going when you got here," Malia said suspiciously. She didn't know Lydia very well although from the scents she was picking up during her brief stay at Lydia's house she could tell that Lydia was the girl that Stiles really should have been making out with that night. You snooze you lose, that's what Malia's kindergarten teacher used to tell her all of the time. Lydia snoozed. Of course it was difficult for Malia to ascertain whether the feelings were returned or not. Lydia was cold as ice despite her fiery hair.

"Okay." She said it slowly as she looked the bag over. She was honestly more interested in tearing the bag to shreds and playing with it than she was in the clothing inside of it. People were so hung up on nudity and their ideas of what life should be like. They wouldn't survive a day in the forest, Malia thought. But since it would make Lydia more comfortable she pulled on the top and jeans if they were a little too short for her. Lydia was a very tiny person and Malia was more supermodel sized. The pants were high waters on a good day but they did cover up all of her naughty bits.

"Thanks." She really was grateful for the clothing, not because she felt like she needed to cover up but because it was cold in here now that the fire wasn't going and Malia wasn't in her coyote form anymore. She was lacking a fur coat and was a little curious if the old chapel had a shower but probably not, at least not one that would get hot water. She sighed and could see her breath in the air. She frowned at that. It really should be that cold in here.

"I'll try to start another fire." Lydia seemed thoroughly distracted so Malia gathered more firewood from the other side of the room. It was the last of it and after this they would have to find creative ways to make firewood, like chop up those pews in the chapel area. Malia had no religious upbringing and while she saw God in nature she didn't think He would mind if they chopped up a few pews to keep themselves warm. As warm blooded supernatural creatures, Malia and Lydia were still subjected to the same laws of biology that everyone else was. Banshee and werecoyote or not, they could still freeze to death.

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piercing
2014-04-18 06:55 am UTC (link)

"Okay." Lydia stood there, looking around for a minute while Malia started a fire again. The fire was burning when she got there, but now it was out. And Lydia had her strange feelings just by being here, but that was to be expected. She was drawn here. Apparently for Malia. But that didn't make sense either. The jeans looked a little ridiculous, but she covered. Lydia made herself useful and grabbed some more wood, helping Malia and then there was a fire. Lydia held her hands out, letting the small blaze warm her skin until it became too much.

"Nothing strange happened before I got here?" She was curious and wanted to access the situation. If something strange was actually going on, something that wasn't supposed to be, Lydia definitely wouldn't be sleeping. Then again, Lydia couldn't shift into a werewolf either, so Malia had that werecoyote on her side.

Lydia finally sat down as Malia got comfortable as well. When she had first arrived in Portland, Malia stayed at the house with them. Now Lydia didn't know where she was and she knew Malia was living here.

"How are you liking Portland?" Lydia clasped her hands in front of her and watched the other girl. It was better to keep herself distracted right now because this place was giving her the serious creeps. But she was drawn here because of Malia. Was something going to happen to her? That was the other question on Lydia's mind.

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coyotebound
2014-04-20 02:19 am UTC (link)

Malia shrugged. "I like it fine." She didn't really have a lot of complaints about it. There were woods for her to run around in and she had a nice house and some new friends. It could be worse. It could be Beacon Hills. It could be constantly having to look her father in the eye. It could be Eichen House and all of that was so much worse than Portland. Yeah. She liked it just fine here.

She sat on the floor and leaned on a chair as she fire flickered light across her face. The shadows danced around the room and Lydia seemed particularly hypnotized by the flame. Her eyes glazed over but not in a comfortable way.

"Hey, are you okay, Lydia?" Malia asked.

When Lydia didn't answer she reached over and smacked Lydia lightly on the knee. That seemed to jolt the redhead out of whatever daze she happened to have fallen into. Malia didn't say anything just gave her a confused look before making herself comfortable on the floor again.

"Why won't you have sex with Stiles?" she finally just asked to break up the silence.

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piercing
2014-04-20 02:46 am UTC (link)

Lydia wished she was back in Beacon Hills. With everything crazy that went on there, it still beat Portland to her. She had all of her friends, Allison had her family - none of them belonged here. But Lydia let go of that feeling, that hope that she was going to wake up in her own bed. It was never going to happen.

She got herself comfortable and the silence fell on them both. Lydia felt herself slip under. The flames pulled her in. Fire. She felt like she was somewhere else for a second, even in her own mind. Anywhere but Portland, but even where she was, it wasn't any better. It was familiar, the look, the sound, the scent. She felt a hard slap and it was gone.

Her eyes focused and settled on Malia as she got comfortable again. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

Before the flames could threaten to take her under again, she was definitely caught by surprise by Malia's question about Stiles. Lydia looked at her, in somewhat disbelief. Then Lydia wondered if Malia and Stiles had sex but no, it wasn't her business. And she didn't want to know. Stiles and Lydia were in an awkward stage of their friendship. Mainly because the only way Lydia had been able to get Stiles to focus or so she thought was by making out with him. Distracting him, but it never went further than that no matter how much either of them wanted it.

"We're friends." She paused. "It's not your business anyway." The ambush that Lydia felt by Malia quickly wore off.

"Why are you interested in him?"

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coyotebound
2014-04-20 02:57 am UTC (link)

We're friends didn't really explain it to Malia. She still didn't understand the complicated intricacies of being human. Sex was just part of nature. When Malia was a coyote she saw it all of the time even though she had never done it herself. She didn't understand what the big deal was about talking about it. Obviously she had made Lydia uncomfortable, she could smell that from across the room. Minding her own business wasn't an entirely foreign concept but she still didn't see the big deal.

"Because I made out with him once. He doesn't remember it, all this weird stuff about different timelines." Malia sat up a little straighter as she reflected on her brief time with Stiles. She did kind of like him. He was obviously cute and making out with him had been a lot of fun. Hanging out with him had been a lot of fun. Yet Malia had felt no remorse when The Nogitsune used her to scratch his way inside of Stiles.

"It was my first kiss though." She sighed and hugged her knee to her chest. "It was fun but don't worry, I'm not trying to move in on him. Not that it matters since neither are you. Since you're friends."

Malia thought that being friends might actually make it better somehow. It was hard for her to tell. She couldn't imagine sex with the few friends that she had made in Portland. But if she met the right one it would be better, wouldn't it? One day she would find out.

"Don't you like him like that? You know don't you want to kiss him and stuff?"

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piercing
2014-04-20 03:16 am UTC (link)

Oh. Lydia listened to her and she remembered her first kiss. Her first time. Her first everything. She couldn't imagine being that girl that remembered it all and the the guy remembered nothing. She wasn't really sure if that bothered Malia that Stiles didn't remember, she just spoke the obvious about the timelines being weird. They were. They were completely off.

Stiles was comfortable to her. He was reliable. Always there. A friend. He treated her well. It was different than the guys she usually went for. The self proclaimed bad boys, although right now, Stiles could probably give them all a run for their money. There was something wrong with him, something she couldn't understand, not right now anyway and while their little make out sessions were used only to distract him, she did feel something, but there was that line that she couldn't cross with him just because she knew she could. That wasn't fair.

"It doesn't matter. So by all means," Lydia nodded, giving Malia a tight lipped smile and then tilted her head. Lydia couldn't quite understand how this became that. Sometimes she liked Stiles like that. Sometimes. But even in those moments, Lydia knew she wasn't the girl for him. He deserved someone much better and she knew that he'd find that girl eventually. Lydia wasn't it.

"It's complicated. In the sense that I've known Stiles a long time and I know that I'm not what he needs." She gave Malia a long hard look before looking at the fire and she sighed, thinking about that. The silence had fallen on them, but only for a moment because there was a loud bang and both of the girls jumped. It was unexpected. Out of nowhere and the door to the chapel swung open, letting the cold air get in. Lydia moved to stand up, but Malia was already taking care of it.

Lydia followed the girl anyway and once she got the door closed, turned, looking back and there was that moment of complete shock. That certain look that Malia gave her before it was over and she was walking back toward the fireplace. It looked so familiar that Lydia nearly felt faint.

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coyotebound
2014-04-20 09:45 pm UTC (link)

Malia didn't understand that kind of an answer. Maybe Stiles and Lydia had discussed what he needed but she couldn't see Stiles saying he didn't need Lydia. She could smell things like attraction and it was all over Stiles whenever the redhead was present. But she said nothing. It wasn't really her business and her interest in Stiles was only passing. She wondered how her old friend was doing.

The one inside of Stiles.

Malia got up to close the door that had suddenly flung itself open. She didn't think much of it, it was an old building. Despite Malia's feelings towards Lydia and her friends she was driven to protect her from anything that might be out there, including the storm itself. She was stronger. But if it was going to come down to her or Lydia, Malia would definitely choose herself. She could turn into a coyote and go racing into the woods.

When she turned around Lydia looked pale, like she had just seen a ghost. Malia tilted her head and gave her a confused look. Lydia sure did get freaked out a lot. Her big olive green eyes looked haunted as she focused in on Malia like she knew something that the coyote didn't.

"What?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

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piercing
2014-04-20 10:17 pm UTC (link)

"Nothing, I..." Just thought I saw a ghost. And Lydia did, except he wasn't a ghost anymore. He was real. Alive. Thanks to her, but she saw him now in everything that Malia did. Her concerned looks, the way she took her steps back toward Lydia. Lydia moved backwards, trying to not focus on that, the way that Malia was questioning her. Lydia didn't know. She didn't want to know and she didn't want to explain. What she wanted was for the snow to stop so she could leave. She didn't want to talk about Stiles, or about what was on her mind.

But the snow wasn't letting up. It seemed like it was getting worse.

"You just reminded me someone that I know," she said casually, or as casually as she could. Because she didn't want to make a big deal out of it. There was no possible way that Peter Hale had anything to do with Malia. None.

But why ...

They sat back down and silence fell on them again. "How was it when you went back home? It was your dad, right? That you went back to?" Lydia bit her lip, knowing full and well that she only had her father to go back home to, but she was just curious, she wanted to know. Even if there was no real way that Malia could actually know. Not that Lydia knew, knew, but she had a pretty good feeling. Something inside of her. The whispers and the crackles, like his voice was on some type of frequency only she could hear.

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay."

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coyotebound
2014-04-20 10:25 pm UTC (link)

Lydia's voice didn't come across as casual at all. Even Malia with her limited social skills set could tell that Lydia's statement was loaded. She reminded her of someone that Lydia knew but not just anyone, somebody significant. An acquaintance wouldn't have brought on that kind of reaction.

She sat back down near the fire but looked away when Lydia asked about her father. Malia's eyes softened as she stared into the fire. She remembered her father's eyes, crazed. She remembered a very different man from her childhood than the delirious one that had been left behind to pick up the pieces from eight years of two dead daughters and a dead wife. And Malia was somehow supposed to live with this man being one of the daughters and singly responsible for the death of the rest of her family. How could she live with that?

It had made her so convincing with Stiles, telling him that she was the werecoyote who killed her family. No judging. That had been real, had been sincere. She was all too aware of her guilt and the way that it made her want to throw up. A visceral reaction. Whatever the hell that even meant.

"Why do you want to talk to me about him? Is he who I remind you of?" she asked bitterly. Was she a shadow of a man who was nothing but a shadow himself?

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piercing
2014-04-21 12:11 am UTC (link)

Lydia noticed her eyes as she stared off into the fire and this must have been hard for her. Of course it was. She'd been away from him for years and then just taken right back to him. She doubted it was the same. It never would have been the same, not after everything. The time that passed or what had happened.

"No, but -" Lydia licked her lips. It wasn't any of her business. She didn't know Malia and suddenly this was extremely uncomfortable. An uncomfortable that Lydia seemed to just carry around with her.

"You actually reminded me of someone else. But I was curious ..." As to who you would have spoken about. Not that she knew about Peter Hale. There was no right. But timelines were different, she wasn't sure one hundred percent sure.

"... just to who he was, that's all. You actually reminded me of a Hale."

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coyotebound
2014-04-21 01:57 pm UTC (link)

"What's a Hale?" she asked curiously as she turned her head to look at Lydia. What Lydia said meant next to nothing to Malia, if only she knew that Lydia could unlock her entire lineage just by listening hard enough she might try and press her harder, push her further, force her to stop dragging things out painfully. It wasn't painful for Malia, she wasn't the one being dragged over a grate face first by staring into the eyes of a man that tormented her the way that Lydia was.

"Why are you being so weird?" The other guy had once explained to her that Lydia was a banshee and that meant she was connected to the death. Did that mean perhaps that Malia was reminding Lydia of a dead person. "What the hell is a Hale? Who do I remind you of?"

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