picture prompt meme.

[chatona]

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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lydia martin. TEEN WOLF

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sorry for the delay; i wanted to see 3.10 first :3

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[ Allison sees her into the police car that is going to a hospital downtown because the thunder storm has Beacon Memorial closed (which seems ridiculous, and Lydia judges everyone until she sees a tree branch flying by and wonders if this has something to do with newly gained supernatural powers that come from killing teachers). It's a quiet drive, mostly because she has her collar turned up, had tucked her chin down and done her best to not cry too loudly. The officer driving seems too shaken up by the sudden kidnapping of Sheriff Stilinski to ask many questions beyond 'are you alright, ma'am?', to which Lydia only nods because her throat hurts. She's dropped at the walk-in entrance of the downtown hospital and directed to a curtained off waiting area in urgent care by a frazzled nurse in blue scrubs who looks like he might cry.

The waiting room is full, and the large double sliding doors slide open and closed constantly as EMT's wheel in gurney after gurney into the over crowded hospital. It seems like the Beacon Hill Memorial evacuation was 100% effective, but means that little ol' Lydia, with her poorly explained strangulation marks and sore throat doesn't take as much precedent as the old women who have had heart attacks, and the geriatric men in comas. The doctors are tied up, she gets it, she does. But she's exhausted and wants to go home. The sterile bed isn't comfortable, but she curls up on it anyway and cries a little.

That has to be the, what... fifth near death experience she's endured in the past six months? Lydia's rightly had it with near-death experiences. She's done. So done. With school, with boys, with the supernatural... But now she is the supernatural if Ms. Blake or whoever she is was to be believed. Not that Lydia particularly wants to believe anything the murderous evil druid said, but it seems to fit with the whole I'm something analogy. When she got home, she would have to research banshee's.

...If she ever gets home, that is, because two hours pass and it's late and the doctor still hasn't come by. A nurse has stuck her head in, but only to see if the space was available for another BHM transfer. She dozes after the tears dry up, and is awoken by the rush of curtains, which has to be the doctor finally.

Except not.

Lydia means to scream, but the sound catches in her throat and she makes an awful choking sound before curling her lips inward and shaking her head. ]

You're not real. [ Or just not really here - she would settle for not really here. ]

idek

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idk what document that's supposed to be so i bs'ed it >:)

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[ They buy the shapeless, one-size-fits-most gowns, write speeches, walk to Pomp and Circumstance, deliver speeches, watch touching montages of their embarrassing high school moments blown up on a projector screen, receive their diplomas, smile, wave, graduate - and are then carted off into a gigantic Greyhound bus and driven for god-knows how long until they arrive at the fabled, slightly run down, five story Family Fun House.

It's grad night. Boys and girls clutch their yearbooks, a handful of people cry, the antisocial didn't pay the $15 fee and are at home sleeping like sane people, and those who came are realizing that staying up until 7am in an indoor amusement park is their last hurrah as both classmates and children. They're camped on the first floor, between the minigolf course and the roller rink. There's plastic picnic tables bolted to the floor, laden with mini sandwiches, veggie platters, soda, and colorful pens for heartfelt yearbook dedications; chaperones hover here and there, but seem to have generally accepted that they can't control 100+ young adults and just try to keep them amused rather than reign in their exploratory natures. So they give them free roller skates, free laser guns, free tokens, free bowling alley resources, a hypnotist, a henna artist, a photo booth... A lot of things.

Including a scavenger hunt.

And incredibly cryptic one, with intelligent clues and linguistically complicated riddles (she thinks their AP English teacher probably wrote it) - and even though it's 1am and she's exhausted, that's the cheap entertainment she indulges in.

One thing not provided at grad night are summer flings, but Lydia's sort of got that part covered on her own. Sort of. Weirdly. Strangely. It was a recent development - like, last week of final's recent, and they're not really dating, but there's a honeymoon phase that comes along with having sex too. She likes to hold his hand, to lean against his chest and bump her temple into his chin (along with jutting her ass into his groin), and she doesn't care because no one cares. It's the last summer of high school, and everything is fair game. Including the $200 Amazon gift card that is supposedly at the end of this scavenger hunt. ]

Do you want to try? It'll be fun.