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third person ; storybook. both aim and threads. j'adore random scenes!
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[23 Apr 2009|08:14pm] |
lydia was adopted. that's all she really knows. she isn't even sure if her birthday is her birthday or just a day chosen by some poor nun or do gooder social worker. she doesn't remember much from her childhood. not that she tries much anymore, anyway. been there, done that. it's all a waist of time. her past starts at six, or so she claims. that's when she was taken in by a foster family in hoboken. they were nice enough and she appreciated the things they did for her but it never felt right. the couple had been conservative and even then lydia had a wild streak. the story continues much the same until she turned 11. it was then that a wealthy couple from connecticut decided to take her in. crossing state lines she moved to a new social scene and tax bracket. but even the fanciest clothes and most expensive shoes didn't make it any easier to fit in. lydia had scene and heard much more of the world than most of her classmates. despite their globe trotting holidays and high class vacations, they didn't know what it was like to feel completely alone. they didn't know what it was like to need. so lydia vowed never to forget. she loved her new parent's for taking a chance on her but in truth she never really trusted them. there always seemed to be an ulterior motive, some form of skewed affection. honestly she saw herself as a bit of a toy. the good deed that they'd always have to boast. reminding herself of this often, she convinced herself not to get too close and so she didn't. remaining well behaved through her high school years, she was just trying to make it to eighteen. hoping that by then she'd have a better grasp of who she really was and where she was meant to be.
unfortunately, for those answers lydia is still searching. perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if things hadn't started happening. weird things, and not the type they talk about on lifetime tv. she was 8 when she first noticed it. crying because another kid at the orphanage had called her a name. lydia hadn't developed her thick skin just yet and so the harassment had sent her into a frenzy of emotion. she wanted so very badly to escape. with fists balled and tears streaming from her face, she wished and wished for a way out. she hadn't even noticed the rattle of the window at first. the way it wanted so badly to break free from it's locks and lift toward the ceiling. but then it grew so loud and only as she calmed her breathing did the shaking seem to stop. little things like that just kept happening. things that shouldn't move seemingly inching closer, doors slamming shut. the more angry she got the more these curious incidents continued to happen until eventually she decided to try. sure it was crazy but there wasn't much else to do. so one evening she locked herself in the stall of the bathroom with a pencil and eraser. concentrating and hoping and imagining them lift from their spot on her thin thighs. of course she told no one, there was no one she could trust. now, years later, she has almost full control. she no longer has to be angry or upset to make things move, but that does not mean she uses her power at whim. for self defense, sure. to help her friends? of course. but it's not like she's sweeping the floors with her mind. that just doesn't seem right. especially since the power has seemingly grown. this new facet? well, she was twenty and on a date. the guy was a real talker, always saying he did this and was going to do that. not lydia's type at all. but she was hungry and wanted a good meal. it wasn't until later when he went to drop her off that she realized just how bad news he had really been. sliding into a parking lot his hands started to roam where they weren't invited and all lydia wanted was for him to stop. sure she could have strangled him with his seat belt, but instead she just thought about how if he just sat up and pulled away she wouldn't have to hurt him. focusing on that and before she knew it, his actions completely changed. she could see it in his eyes, he didn't know what or why he was doing it but instead of ripping at her clothes he moved the car out of park and drove her home.
it's been three years since that night and she doesn't have it completely figured out. mostly because she's too afraid to try. now working as a dancer at a local strip club, sometimes she wills bigger tips but then instantly feels awful about it. mostly she just pretends as if she were completely normal. after all, that's all the rest of the world knows anyway. she hasn't registered, she doesn't go to those special doctors, she's not going to live her life by a different set of rules. she likes to vote, she wants to get married, there are just some things she's not willing to give up. the only problem? lydia constantly feels as if she's alone. afraid to find out where she came from or if anyone else could possibly be the same, she keeps to herself. renting a small basement apartment, she has a cat named moz and that's all she needs. as far as her family? well they aren't too happy with her current choice of employment although they are constantly trying to bribe her into college with the promise of trust funds and credit cards. it's just that material things don't really matter, and lydia likes the hours. she's a night person, and it shows. so she sleeps most of the day? she can support herself, and that's all that really matters... for now.
Facts.
- name: lydia marie thompson
- birthday: june 11, 1985, 23
- occupation: exotic dancer
- residence: currently, new york city
- born in new jersey, raised in connecticut
- adopted by a wealthy couple, but tries not to rely on them monetarily or emotionally
- has a pet cat named moz (after morrissey)
- bisexual
- likes loud music, baking, small animals, reality tv, and vodka and redbull
- dislikes pretty much everything else.
Powers.
- primary: telekinesis
- secondary: mind control
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