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</div><br/><b>Name: </b>Lydia Wales<br/><b>Age: </b>21<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Friday, August 6th | Evening<br/><b>Location: </b>Villa<br/><b>Wearing: </b><br/>A simple, spaghetti strap, lace, white dress that ends around her knees. She is also wearing a pair of pearl earrings, a pair of white flip flops, and a simple, metal chain necklace with a totem-like, elegantly carved wolf pendant is hanging from her neck and is hidden beneath her dress.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><b>Tagging:</b><br/>Felix Reynolds |<a class="username" data-user-id="9607" data-username="cressray" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9607/">cressray</a><br/>Anyone~!<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>When Felix told her that he thought the crew or the other contestants wouldn’t mind them going to the beach, her expression lit up with a bright smile. Clapping her hands together softly, she bounce on her heels and replied with a happy giggle, “Oh, yay!”<br/><br/>Opening her eyes she noticed that he’d started to walk away and he’d stopped, waiting for her to follow. Lydia quickly jogged to catch up to him and continued to walk beside him, continuing to glance around their surroundings. Snapping her head towards him, her brown brows shot up and a small gasp flew from her lips. “Really?! Oh my goodness! Thats amazing! That’s quite an accomplishment! A CEO of a bank…” Glancing towards a chair they passed by, she returned her gaze to him to find that the older man was already looking at her. “Your parents must be very proud of you for getting that position. I’m sure it took a lot of hard work for you to reach to that point,” she added with a small, warm smile. Then she blinked up as of a sudden realization hit her and the excitement returned, “That means you get to celebrate such hard work, right? I know once I finish getting a particular difficult job or task done, I always celebrate with ice cream.” Her hands clasped on the side of her cheek and she rocked her upper body side to side. Then she stopped and thought moment, “Or chocolate chip cookies. I’ll bake those, though. So I suppose it’s an extra reward for another small task.”<br/><br/>She leaned her upper body forward and intertwined her fingers behind her waist before straightening her posture again. “Me? Well…” She felt her cheeks flush because she didn’t have nearly as much money as Felix must have had, nor did she have a stable job yet. Glancing down at her feet while she walked, her hands fiddled with the bottom of her dress and she admitted, “I work as a part time waitress right now… I’m a full time university student studying a major in creative writing and a minor in fine arts.” Tilting her head up to look at the stars, she placed her hands behind her back and continued, “I’m hoping if I can get my school finished…” She blinked as a shy chuckle rose in her throat as she shrugged, “I want to open my own little, uhm, shop of sorts… Where I can sell baked goods and have little book area where my customers can sit and read and study to their heart’s content.”<br/><br/>Her eyes sparkled with delight at the dream job. Looking back up to Felix, she continued yapping away, “I grew up in a small house with my parents. They divorced when I was younger and my mother remarried my step-father and the two are always acting like lovers who met on their first date.” Grasping onto the end of her dress again, she waved the fabric back and forth for a few moments and released it while she spoke, “Throughout high school, I also worked as a waitress and have been saving up money for college, among some other things like a new laptop to write with and art supplies.” She spun to look back up at him with a little bounce in her step and shrugged to the side, feeling bashful, “I draw and paint commissions on the side as well.”