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dear_mun2013-07-24 07:43 pm
lefthandedgenius) wrote in dear_mun2013-07-24 07:43 pm
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Voice Testing: Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)
Seriously?
Look I get that you want to feel a part of things, and lbr, I'm smart as hell and hot as fuck, and and that's a pretty potent combination. But if this is just because you want to feel like 'part of things' and want to know what it's like to be part of a pretty sizable cast, well, you know that the people who try hardest to be cool are the ones who are never actually cool, right?
But whatever. Try it. The worst that'll happen is that you'll fail epically and I'll have a good laugh.
Okay, I will admit - I think the username is pretty clever.
Look I get that you want to feel a part of things, and lbr, I'm smart as hell and hot as fuck, and and that's a pretty potent combination. But if this is just because you want to feel like 'part of things' and want to know what it's like to be part of a pretty sizable cast, well, you know that the people who try hardest to be cool are the ones who are never actually cool, right?
But whatever. Try it. The worst that'll happen is that you'll fail epically and I'll have a good laugh.
Okay, I will admit - I think the username is pretty clever.
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Left-handed also connotes 'wicked', 'evil' and most importantly, 'sinister'.
The second half is pretty obvious and if I have to explain it I'm going to be very disappointed in you.
PS - don't bite, it's enough of a pain in my ass to wax my legs once a month; waxing my face too is going too damn far.
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You're left handed?
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[Look, it's Beacon Hills, okay. Everyone's tried to kill everyone at some point or another.]
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Okay, he's as much of an asshole as you think, he'll just grow on you. Or something. ]
Anyways.
So you're friends with Scott.
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I'm important to the people who are important to me. And that's what really matters.
[That sentiment should more...sentimental, shouldn't it? And not like a barb right back?]
I guess you could say so. I'm really more Alison's friend.
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Isn't that the way. ]
Sounds like you're living Disney. [ Don't take it personally. You were one of those girls before he got bit, and he has a lot of mashy feelings about your ragtag group of do-gooders. ]
I'm pretty sure they've exchanged some DNA, so.
Friend of my friend, enemy of my enemy, y'know?
my lydia's kinda mean :(
[She doesn't bat an eyelash. Let him think what he likes. Though he is kind of built. Lydia doesn't mind the eye candy, nope, not at all. Even if she thinks he could use some tape over his mouth.
(They generally don't have to talk for what Lydia tends to want to do with them.)]
I suppose. But if there's one thing I've learned about you guys, it's that your allegiances can change faster than a milkbone can change hands.
pfft, bring it.
Wait, he has one too. Is that what that is? So heavy. ]
Sounds like I don't need to.
Look, you don't know shit about us guys. [ Or milkbones, damnit. ] I know whose corner I'm in.
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(this could be the beginning of beautiful hate sex.)]
Who, Derek? He's the one that bit me.
Didn't take.
Or do you mean Scott?
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And Derek just bites--everyone. So. That doesn't exactly shatter my goggles on him. [ He doesn't mean that. He knows why Derek chose them. Gang up a few kids with mangled egos and get a pack. He wasn't exactly picked on physique and a moving monologue. ] He's a total bite whore.
[In all srsness tho. ] Never tell him I said that.
Never. [ Never. ]
I heard something about that. About you. You're some kind of what-the-fuck.
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[A shrug. The truth is, even Lydia doesn't know what-the-fuck she is, and it scares her. Even if Isaac can detect the pace of her heart that proves the truth, her expression is dismissive.]
Yeah, I'm what-the-fuck.
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[ Yeah, he hears it. It's mildly suspicious, but hey.
Everybody's a liar. ]
And how's that working out for you?
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How's sniffing Derek and Scott's butts working out for you?
[She checks him out.]
At least it got you ripped.
[But then maybe a bit bitterly,]
Yeah, getting random visions of creepy violent shit and winding up in random places with no idea how I got there with dirty feet and leaves in my hair is every girl's idea of a good time.
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It's just the motherbomb. I mean, it's nothing like banging a douchecanoe that passes for a lizard, but hey.
We all can't win that lottery.
[ Wait, did she say ripped? His abs are pretty--hey. ]
I was like this before. Thanks. [ It helped a little. Yeah. Now he can eat like fourteen cheeseburgers, and he fucking swears it goes straight to his triceps. ] I actually existed. I was on the lacrosse team. You know. [ He saw you on the bleachers, Lydia. He was sitting right next to Jackson, oh my gawd, did no one notice this kid existed. ]
Hm.
Maybe it's karma.
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Oh, I was banging him before he passed as a lizard, and while he might be a douchecanoe, he's a douchecanoe who knows what he's doing in bed.
[Her guileless (yeahright smile) suggests that perhaps he cannot say the same?]
I know. But kinda seemed like you'd rather not be noticed.
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Not by you, for sure.
Not all of us have a needy complex. [ Said Mr. Needy Complex. ]
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And she likes it that way.]
No? [Liar, liar, pants on fire.]
Well if that's true, you can certainly smell your own kind, can't you?
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True, on both counts, but. As Isaac would say on smartness, the same has probably been said about her dog Prada. So smart. So smart. Here, girl. ]
Why?
Am I sniffing for Jackson's balls?
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[Her expression is blithely inquiring.]
Or that you're just like him?
[Another flick up and downward, this is a very blatant undressing with the eyes right here.]
I suppose that remains to be seen.
Maybe it's both?
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Strictly. Extreme measures.
His side still hurts when he thinks about that. ]
You have got some major mouth, and you don't seem to know how to use it.
I don't know if you really remember, but I have good reason to do you in.
Or at least bite off a finger. Or something.
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I don't think you have enough evidence to support your postulation.
And whatever the reasons, you haven't yet.
[She regards him attentively.]
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[ Okay, not a devastating revelation. But the guy keeps a list, practically.
I think I'll channel it into killing her.
One of his better conclusions. Admittedly, a little dark, a little delayed, but young people and their busted hearts. ]
My bike still has a chain, but now I can tear your nose off to spite your face, so.
One up.
I'm not, for Scott. [ And because, while he's kind of a violent, erratic little sonuvabitch, he's a good kid.
Really. But we won't touch on that. ]
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[The look she gives him may be astonishingly frank and straightforward considering their banter to date.]
I didn't do anything to you that I didn't do to any other guy at the time, and somehow they can find it in themselves to leave mauling me off the table. This is a threat display. When a wolf raises its hackles and bares its teeth.
And you won't kill me either. There are people out there who've done a lot worse than me inflicting a bit of freshman boy torture on you. That's really the least of your problems. If you were gonna kill me, you'd have done it by now.
[Her expression actually softens, but whatever else she was going to say is kept to herself.]
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He sits through this little informational session with only a twinge of the jaw, and a half-hearted glower. He tries to be the big bad wolf. He tries. ]
Sometimes I take what I can get.
You should be a little less sure of yourself. [ With a more resigned reluctance, ] That's all I'm saying. [ But what fun are girls without their inflated lady egos and pointy words? ]
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If I'm not sure of myself, who else is gonna be?
[It seems like a flippant answer...except it isn't, really.]
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You have an answer for everything, don't you?
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Well, under all these designer labels and impeccable cosmetics, I'm actually pretty smart.
[Then,]
You should try it on for size.
Being sure of yourself. Not the designer labels and impeccable cosmetics, though you do pretty much have the most amazing eyelashes on a guy I've ever seen. You've got it in you, though. I don't get why you don't just grab it and go.
[Whatever "it" is. Still, Lyds sees the potential. She's just lazy about wanting to dig through all the rough a lot of the time.]
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Seriously.
That would be really hot. ]
I am. [ He isn't anything about the eyelashes, wut. But the surety. He likes to think he's got it in the bag. Had it in the bag.
He might've lost that bag. Did he have a bag? ] Sure of myself.
Why am I getting a pep talk from you? I know what I'm about, okay? You don't know me. [ You don't know what I got. ] You, you know nothing about not being propped up by your friends, and your money, and your clothes. So you're smart. You're on a crutch.
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[She sounds skeptical. But if you're going to accuse her of being fake, Isaac?]
Glass houses, Isaac. I may have friends, and a family with money, and an awesome closet? But I didn't suddenly earn a sense of self-worth because somebody bit me.
[If you're gonna get ugly about it, Isaac...]
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Well, this is all I have to work with. So.
Screw you.
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If wishes were fishes.