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Name: Lydia<br/>
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Age: 21<br/>
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Date/Time: Saturday, July 31 | 14:00<br/>
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Location: <br/>
Villa<br/>
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Wearing: <br/>
A pale, baby blue, short sleeved, lacy shirt with frills at the end of each sleeve, as well as the bottom of the shirt. Blue Jean shorts that end right above the middle of her thighs, which is held in place by a brown, leather belt. She is also wearing a pair of brown, leather sandals that have been used for many years and a simple pair of pearl earrings. <br/>
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Tagging:<br/>
Liam ( <a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a> )</span><br/>Yami (<a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">MonsterMistress</a>)<br/>Anyone Else<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>The brunette’s head snapped up to focus on Liam when she heard his bark of laughter. Something akin to jealousy jabbed at her core a tad when he informed her that Yami was already with someone else. However, like she’d told herself earlier, she wasn’t going to let it bother her. He outright told her that women like her were not his type. Her eyes glanced at a random wrinkle on the man’s jacket and she pressed her lips together before straightening her back. “Well, it’s none of my business what he does or who he is with. He’s an adult who can make decisions and do whatever he wishes.” She blinked and gave a slightly disappointed smile and a shrug, “I’m not his type, so I’ll be happy if I can just be friends with him.”<br/><br/>When she noticed Liam’s sudden closeness again, she took another step backwards and her skin brushed against the smooth, cool surface of the wall. Glancing over her shoulder, a note of worry filled her eyes and it increased when she looked back at him as he asked his question. Her heart spiked when she finally paid attention to Liam’s expression and the strange light in his eyes. The scenery around them washed away into a dark living room, with the only light coming from a crack in the bathroom door, and the other contestant’s body grew into a much taller figure with unkempt, wild hair and cyan eyes.<br/><br/><br/><i>“Are you afraid of me, Lydia?” <br/>
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Lydia had been pressed against the wall back then, too, her body shaking when the lanky man asked her that very same question, towering over her smaller form. A chuckle revealed his sickened glee and she tensed when the warmth from his body and skin grew closer. Her mouth closed and her eyes squeezed shut when she felt thin lips gently tease the skin of her throat. His long fingers had a few strands of her hair between them and they twisted them some. Those same lips glided up to the shell of her ear and his voice dipped down into a husky whisper, “You don’t need to be afraid of me, little dove.” He traced a finger along her cheek, “But only if you do what I tell you.”</i><br/><br/><br/>His voice echoed and faded from her mind and Lydia’s hand had reached up to cover her ear while she’d been stuck in the memory. Brown brows furrowed slightly before she blinked and her expression softened into a regretful look. Her gaze locked onto Liam’s shirt and she swallowed before she answered him, “There’s someone much scarier than you roaming the world, Liam.” Her gaze lifted to meet his and she inhaled deeply. “If you’re here to frighten people, then I’m afraid you’re on the wrong show.” Telling him that reminded Lydia that they were on a show and things were constantly being monitored. So she had nothing to worry about. Brushing out a few, nonexistent wrinkles from her shirt, the student added, “Besides, you will have to try harder than that to scare me.” She took a step towards him and added with a scolding tone, “Getting in someone’s personal space is rude.”<br/><br/>Her shoulders lifted some as she moved to look past him, trying to regain the good mood she’d had before, “Would you please move so I can finish getting ready for tomorrow? I’d like to change into something more comfortable before we go to bed.”