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</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Alexandra Rose Pretorius</span></span></span><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Alias: </span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Not Currently Assigned<br/>
<b>Primary Nicknames:</b> Lex, Alex, Lexus, Andy, Pretor<br/>
<b>Age: </b>25<br/>
<b>Time:</b> 8am JST, Late Summer<br/>
<b>Location: </b>Home, Shinmiyakoda, Hamamatsu, Japan<br/>
<b>Mood Song: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D5Ubu_0RvDws&amp;hash=12d37b5e9f48249fe414bdde2030a64b" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ubu_0RvDws" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Psycho in my Head - Skillet</a><br/>
Wearing: </b>Red tank top, black boxers<br/>
<b>Tagging: </b>Seth (<a class="username" data-user-id="9607" data-username="cressray" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9607/">cressray</a>)<br/>
<b>Mentioning:</b> Kiva</span><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"The fuck?!?" </span></span>Lex cried out, grabbing a pillow from behind her and slamming it into her fiancee's stomach. Gods, she didn't understand this guy. How could he possibly treat Kiva's message so nonchalantly? Didn't he know how important it must be if Kiva was reaching out?<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"How could you not lead with that?!?" </span></span>Lex screamed at Seth, smacking him with the pillow over and over again as she did and summoning new pillows for every pillow he did manage to snatch from her hands. Finishing beating her fiancee with one last smack to the head, the young woman threw herself out of the bed, her feet taking off towards her walk-in closet the moment they touched the ground.<br/><br/>Her mind started racing as the girl started packing and changing while thinking about every reason Kiva might have been trying to get them back to the island. Were the Supers coming back? Would that mean her father would be there? She doubted that. Lex hadn't seen Henry since he decided to abandon her years ago... Was there a problem she was unaware of? How did Kiva even know they were alive...? The last time Lex knew they had made contact, they were fighting for their lives, assumingly the targets of the Zodiac Culling...<br/><br/>Then the girl's mind stopped as Seth's final statement finally caught up to her racing thoughts. He wanted to take<i>public </i>transportation to get to Terramore? The girl couldn't help but wonder if she had hit her fiancee in the head too hard one too many times or if she hadn't hit him hard enough<i>enough </i>times.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Hey, shit for brains, did I hear you right?"</span></span>Lex asked, walking back to the doorway of the closet and peeking into the bedroom. She hadn't even paid attention to the fact that her bra was barely snapped together around her back, revealing her C-cups just past the doorframe.<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Did you really just suggest we take <i>public </i>transportation to <i>the </i>most exclusive, most highly secure, most secretive location the world has <i>ever </i>known? Are you out of your ever-loving mind?"</span></span>