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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/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Lex rolled her eyes at the older guy as he pushed her back making yet another corny as hell line, though the tiniest bit of a smile curled the edges of her lips. Not that long ago, Seth had been the bane of Lex's entire existence. He was always so full of himself and thought he could get away with just about anything because of his intelligence.<br/><br/>As if on cue, Seth's lips curled into that grin that he always wore when he was up to no good. It was the same grin he had worn when he spiked the drinks at every party. It was the same grin that adorned his features when they had fought shortly after Lex's eighteenth birthday and he stole a kiss in an attempt to throw her off when they both knew she was winning. It was the same grin he had every time he was about to tell her that he had fucked something up yet again.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Do you want the real news first, or another round and a shower?" </span></i></span>Seth asked, alluding to the reason the grin was s evident on his face now but quickly trying to distract her. Lex had to work hard to hold in the sigh of annoyance that crossed her mind at her partner's inability to give it to her straight. She had to wonder if the Japanese boy actually thought this line of distraction worked... He used it so often, both for trivial and important 'news', she had to wonder what his plan was. The girl still didn't understand how she wound up with someone so incapable of being straight-forward.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"What happened <i>this </i>time?"</span></span>Lex asked, pushing Seth off of her and sitting back up. As the brunette spoke, her eyelids closed while her eyebrows raised, a clear sign of annoyance reading across her features.<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Did you blow something expensive up again? Is the Yakuza getting out of hand again? Actually, do I even <i>want </i>to know?"</span></span>