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LYDIA YORK<br/>
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font-family: Marcellus;"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000"><abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="HOTEL → THE GRANDVIEW"><i class="fa-map-marker"></i>LOCATION</abbr> |  <abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="NPCs | ETHAN"><i class="fa-comment"></i>INTERACTION</abbr> |  <abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="NIGEL | BRYAN"><i class="fa-comments"></i>MENTIONS</abbr></span></b></div><div style="margin: auto;
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text-align: justify;">Bitter and tasteless.<br/>
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Two words that went well together, but never a good sign when used to describe anything. Food or people. And in the case of her morning, Lydia would use it to describe both the breakfast wine served at her table and the man she had spent the night with. But the worst of the two was the latter and she had no doubt of that. His speech was rude, whiney and she had spent most of the night consoling the man with intimate acts one might receive from a partner — a lover — rather than the sexual acts he had paid for. She didn't kiss him, tell him he had done good, that he was doing the best he could because it was a lie. He was selfish, self-absorbed and an absolute fool, crying about his unreciprocated love to a woman who he had given no reason for her to love, and in fact, the opposite.<br/>
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Lydia had taken job after job since she was able to work. From the start to her current point, she had received a mixed amount of clients. Those who clearly wanted a distraction whatever pains life dealt them and instead of losing themselves in a warm body and scandalous acts without having to pay anything but material wealth. There were those who simply liked sex and then there were those like the man who was currently sleeping soundly beside her, rinsing the acts of the night before — if you could call anything that happened. He was part of those who couldn’t get through much if anything at all, and simply broke down. Because what his type really wanted was someone to cry on, to be intimate and vulnerable with, even if it was fake. <br/>
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Maybe it was the personality she showcased, bright, warm, and comical Lydia. Always offering small talk, enjoyable talk, and a smile. Was it that demeanor that made them think “yes, I can break down in front of her and receive kind words and affection”? She had received one too many requests from the same clients who fell into the same routine with her. When she was younger, she had sympathized more, now that she was older, wiser, and not so naive, she could see more than half of them were at fault for their own problems. Men and women. Her patience was not as everlasting as she pretended it to be.<br/>
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Lydia hated this job, and those clients added to the reasons. She didn’t hate it because she thought of it as wrong or disturbing. No, she hated it for the same reason anyone would hate a job they never wanted in the first place but needed to take care of themselves. The redhead hadn’t taken a single client since she had been joined the theatre, the <i>real</i> occupation she had dreamt of. But when a coworker begs for you to take a night for them because you <i>owe</i> them, you do it. Even if it’s cutting it close with the job you actually like.<br/>
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Setting down the glass of wine, Lydia sighed deeply. It was too early to be drinking in the morning, but after staying up so late and knowing it’d be cold outdoors, she would need something to warm her insides. And warm her from the inside the wine did, even if it was not the most delicious beverage. It was enough to get her moving, sitting up from her spot at the table and slipping on the same dress she had worn the night before, and sliding into her heels laying haphazardly on the floor.<br/>
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The day was still young, the sun had barely risen, the only one who had been in the very hotel room awake beside herself was the room serviceman. Considering all she had to deal with the night before, she deserved a breakfast on him. She didn’t eat much, but she ordered enough. More than enough. He would have a spread to wake up to.<br/>
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She also treated herself to a tip from his wallet. For a high-class werewolf, he was not carrying a lot of cash on hand. Only fifty dollars, but it was fifty more than Lydia had before. Therefore, there wasn’t a single complaint from her. She stuffed the dollar bills into the pocket of her coat and as quietly as she came, she left.<br/>
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Neira and Nigel were not faes, they were angels, angels sent to her when she needed them most. Lydia knew herself to be a lucky one to have such close companions in her life. They were supportive even on the days she didn’t feel like star material, which was often. And she never felt that way more than when she walked into her friend’s apartment to shower and change clothes. She stayed at their place so much, she practically lived, there being a member of the family. <br/>
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Unfortunately, her stay had been short, as that was all she stayed there to do and quickly found herself at the next scene, the theatre. They were all working hard on a new production, after all. A production that she had pitched, and once she had won the leading role for.Her first lead role … The thought of it sent shivers down her back despite it being announced weeks again, despite all the practice she had been going to and feeling out the character. The same excitement lived in her from morning to afternoon to the nearing evening.<br/>
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The sky was gloomy, the weather cold, but Lydia was nothing but warm underneath the skin for most of the day. She had a little too much energy, but she blamed it on the fae blood she had been born with. All the mischievous or bright energy she had, the fae blood was always the cause.<br/>
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It meant her breaks were scarce, and few in between. She wasn’t the one in charge of making sure everything went right, but it didn’t mean she didn’t try to do everything she could on her end. After all, she most certainly had something to prove. Edmund had been skeptical about the idea, but relented, and a few people knew it was <i>her</i> suggestion. There was pressure, but she refused to let it suffocate her. Which was exactly why she took the call from her father sheepishly in practice.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"No, papa, it’s a musical. Anastasia! I told you about this weeks ago, remember?”</span> How many times did she have to repeat herself? Too many. She didn’t blame his bad memory, but his nonchalance frustrated her mildly.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e18e2e">“I understand, but why would I go to the city just to see that play?”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“Because your one and only daughter is in it and playing the lead role..”</span> An absolute “duh” was the epitome of her sentence and yet he still didn’t seem to get it.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e18e2e">“I’ll see what I can do, Liddy. But no promises … Holiday season is busy in the village. Oh! I’ll call you back, Geraldine brought brownies.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“T-” </span><br/>
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<i>click</i><br/>
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Fuck Geraldine's brownies. A frustrated Lydia groaned and dropped her phone carelessly onto her dress room desk. This was ridiculous. She could call the old man every day and he still wouldn’t remember, which meant, he wasn’t going to show.<br/>
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The mere thought made her stomach twist in dread. She wasn’t a child, she didn’t need her parent to show up to every show ...But it would be nice if he showed up to one.<br/>
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At least, there were some people she could count on. One of them being in a leading role just as she. Lydia left the heavy feeling on her heart in the dressing room to rejoin the cast, hoping to look as light-hearted as she felt before.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“Ethan,”</span> She called out to the young man, tapping his shoulder gently. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“On a scale of 1 through 10, with 1 being the worst and 10 being the best, how well do you think this production will be?”</span> It was an easy answer but hoped that he was just as confident as she felt. Otherwise, there would be a little cause for worry.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“I'll give you a hint, the answer rhymes with ben.”</span> <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e18e2e">"Lydia, well it's bound to be a ten since you're in it."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"You charmer,"</span> she grinned despite herself, her mood instantly improving. Was she too easy? She chose to focus on the caller rather than answering her own question. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"Hello, Naomi. If  we're both companions of Ethan, we have to get along somehow, someway, it was written in the stars."</span> She rocked forward on her toes and back onto the heels of his feet.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"Did you bring something to eat?"</span> She asked her co-star, humming gently to herself. Because she surely hadn't. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"I can order us both something now... Or maybe I can ask Bryan to bring something. I don't know what he's doing."</span><br/>
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