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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> </span><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"No...!"</span>Lex muttered, turning onto her other side. The young girl had always struggled with nightmares. She assumed it was just another curse curtesy of her damned power, but she could never tell if the things she saw had once been real or were just a figment of her subconsciousness. What she did know is that in the years since the Supers started getting attacked, they had gotten worse.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Get away from him!"</span> She cried out in her mind, though the words barely came out of her breath. This time, however, her body curled around itself, pulling the blankets tightly to her chest as if the room's temperature had just dramatically dropped. Her other hand, however, slid up under her pillow, pulling it closer towards herself.<br/>
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Then she heard a creak as if someone was trying to sneak around. She felt the bed adjust underneath her as weight was added to the other end. Unfortunately, the only thing the brunette could register was that she had lost both of her dogs years ago. There was no reason something with enough weight to shift the bed should be crawling into the bed with her... Was there?<br/>
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In the flash of an eye, Lex opened her eyes, turning around to face whatever--or whoever--it was that was climbing into the bed. As she did, a dagger appeared in her hand, landing at the top of the person's throat. The girl was about to show no mercy when her eyes shot open as she recognized her fiancee, Seth, at the other end of the blade. Taking a deep breath and chuckling nervously, the girl slowly pulled the knife away from his neck, leaving behind barely a nick.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Aren't you ever going to learn not to sneak up on me?"</span> She asked the dark-haired man as she sat herself up. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Seriously, one of these days, you're gonna sneak up on me and get too close of a shave."</span></span>