kore_logs | drop it, there's nothing more

Entry tags:

drop it, there's nothing more

WHO: Lydia Martin + Ned
WHERE: The beach
WHEN: Day 102, evening
WHAT: Finding Wallie

[ In the early hours of the morning at house 17 there had been a loud scream, one that was certain to wake the residents of said house. That had been it, for the moment at least. Lydia had gone about her day, had spent time with Allison.

That evening it had changed. Lydia couldn't remember stopping her reading, putting down her book or leaving the house but she had. She was out of it, awake but not in her own mind. It was a fugue state, one that she'd experienced before, but not something that she'd expected to happen here.

Lydia had left her house, crossed the cape and made her way down to the beach. It was only after she'd gotten halfway across the beach that Lydia stopped walking, and snapped out of it.

She was confused, as confused as she'd been when she'd somehow driven to the pool. When she'd found the dead body.

Looking around for a moment her brow wrinkled, and she took a tentative step forward ]

[ When it happened that other night, when she'd called Stiles, it had been scary enough. But she was sleepwalking again, and she hoped this time it would be different ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Ned is exhausted from the chaos of the day, from the infectious frenetic worry for the people who had been taken and the people who had gone after in an attempt to rescue them. He's feeling sick with regret that he hadn't gone, too. Which is why, when he sees Lydia, wandering with a vacant look on her face, he tries to direct her away from the beach, away from potential danger. But she seems not to hear him, doesn't turn or acknowledge him in any way. Not knowing what to do, but feeling that he ought to look out for her, Ned follows. He snaps beside her ear, waves his hand in front of her face, but there is no response. Some kind of trance? Was this something else that their captors had caused to happen? ]

[ They've gone far along the beach, away from where the main fray had been earlier. He's nearby when she finally snaps out of it, can see the change come over her as she becomes aware of her surroundings. ]

Lydia! [ There's an undisguised note of relief in his voice. ] Can you hear me, are you okay?

[ When Lydia had snapped out of it she hadn't realised that she hadn't been alone, that Ned had been with her. There's a small part of her that feels a little relief at this, whilst the rest is embarrassed. Someone saw her, followed her perhaps, and knows what happened. She didn't respond, just walk. Had she done anything? ]

How long have you been there?

[ Ned doesn't really know when she starts measuring that how long, so he says ] You were on the beach, but you were out of it - like, I waved my hand in front of your face and yelled your name and you didn't even blink levels of out of it - so I, uh. Followed you, to make sure you didn't walk into a tree or something.

[ His own embarrassment for his actions takes the back burner compared to his concern for Lydia right now ] Were you in a trance?

Something like that.

[ Something that she doesn't quite know what it is, but it's definitely something, and a trance is definitely similar ]

Last time I drove. [ Which doesn't help the current worries ] I didn't crash.

[ But there's a small pause, and Lydia briefly looks around again ]

I don't know why I'm here.

[ It's a tiny bit reassuring to hear she'd been able to operate a car in that state once previously. To Ned, that signifies that if this happens again and he's not around, chances are she won't stumble into too much trouble. Probably. But it also means- ]

Then it's happened before. [ That means it wasn't something caused by their captors, but rather, something about Lydia herself ] What's the last thing you remember doing? [ After he's asked it, he realizes that finding out answers is not quite at the top of his list of priorities. ] We should get away from the water. Did you not hear - the sea monster was grabbing people left and right.

[ He turns fretful eyes towards the water to look for danger and pauses, heart starting to beat faster as he spots a dark spot in the water, a little ways away. It looks... person-sized. Ned stares, eyes going wide ]

Edited 2013-08-19 06:07 (UTC)

Yeah.

[ There's a slow nod to accompany that, a look of worry on her face. She didn't know how this had started, or why, but it wasn't a one of thing, or something saved just for home ]

That guy. He had the vision, he-

[ Lydia stops when she sees Ned's gaze turn to the water, his expression changing. She follows his line of sight down to the direction he's looking, finding it herself ]

Is that- [ Except Lydia isn't quite certain if it is what she's thinking, and she certainly doesn't want it to be. Her curiosity grabs her, though, and she starts walking towards the shape.

The closer Lydia gets the more that she can see, and realise that it is a person. She stops a couple of feet away, not wanting to be any closer to really see (though that doesn't stop her curiosity - or her need to know, to check) ]

Oh god, oh god. Is he-?

[ She shook her head as she said it. Hoping, wishing. If he wasn't they'd have to get to him quickly, and get both him and themselves away in case it came back. And if he was... it was happening all over again ]

[ Ned walks with her, though he feels as if he's dragging his reluctant feet through molasses. He doesn't want to go closer, doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that he knows a dead body when he sees one. It's possible the man is just injured, could be in need of urgent assistance, but something deep down in him that he can't quite name knows that he's dead. ]

[ He covers his mouth in horror as he approaches and recognizes who it is. There's no mistaking him; Wallie was always very distinctive, even from a distance. When he's around ten feet away, Ned stops in his tracks. His heart is beating too fast and he feels like he might be sick. ]

C-can you feel for a p-pulse? [ It's possible he's wrong, possible that with a bit of CPR... that's how it always went in the movies. Maybe it isn't too late. If Lydia weren't with him, he thinks he just might manage it on his own, but on the whole it seems safer to keep his distance and ask her to, appearances be damned. ]

[ That earns Ned a look, one that is equal fear and disgust. Feel for a pulse? She'd been in this situation before, but it didn't make it any better the second time around. Last time she'd called Stiles, and when it came to actually looking at the body Stiles had taken over. But Ned wanted her to handle it ]

What?

[ No. Oh god no. She couldn't do it, and yet apparently she has to, as she had ended up closer to the body than he had, and he looks just as disgusted ]

Who is it?

[ After a moment or two, another moment or two that she'd spent looking at Ned, Lydia steps forward, crouching close to the body. There's some hesitation before she actually reaches to check for the pulse, and silence from Lydia as she waits to find one (or not) ]

[ He's relieved when Lydia does what he asked, watches her setting her fingers to Wallie's neck, but he knows. Somehow he just knows that there won't be a pulse. He looks for as long as he can, but then he drops his gaze to his feet. Covering his face in his hands, he says ]

It's Wallie.

[ He can't fathom explaining more than that. Ned didn't know him all that well, but this isn't exactly a big place, and he isn't exactly an easy guy to miss. Just then Ned remembers how he'd been frightened of him at first, because Wallie was tall and had tattoos on his face. How as soon as they had spoken he had realized how narrow-minded and absurd that was of him, because Wallie was so kind, so mellow, so personable. Ned had always thought they would have more time to get to know one another. And now- ]

He's dead isn't he? [ Ned's voice is stiff, flat. It is more of a statement than a question ]

[ There's a slow nod from Lydia before she turns her head back to look at Ned, pulling her hand back from Wallie. Stiles had done this last time, and she'd been the one to watch in horror. Watching had been enough, she'd never want to do it or expect that she'd have to. But she had, and seeing the body and believing it to be dead was far different from actually discovering that yourself ]

Yeah. He's dead.

[ Ned nods slowly, running a hand through his hair and letting out a slow, shaky breath. His thoughts are sluggish and disjointed. He doesn't know what he should do first, say first. Behind it all, he can feel guilt poised to strike. He hadn't gone out to help, had stayed behind, and Wallie had gotten killed. All logic points to the fact that it's hardly his fault, alone, if his fault at all, but logic has no power over his predisposition towards guilt and self-loathing. But all of it is strangely distant, for now. He knows it will hit him, and hit him hard, but he still can't quite believe that it's true. He wasn't even all that close to Wallie, but he seemed such a decent, such a pleasant person ]

[ His attention turns to Lydia, to the expression of horror fixed on her face. He doesn't know if this is the first time she's seen a dead body, much less touched one. Ned takes a few steps closer to her, looks concerned ]

You gonna be okay? [ Even if this is her first time seeing a body she seems - to Ned, anyway - unduly alarmed ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

drop it, there's nothing more

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject