[center][color=FF7F50][h3]Elizabeth 'Lizzy' Jones[/h3][/color]
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Lizzy left the house just before Ariel, lifting her heavy black backpack onto her shoulders and tugging her small purple suitcase behind her, container of cookies in her other hand, she strolls over to Alex's truck and places her stuff next to Jamie's. Placing the container of cookies on the grass she rummages through her backpack in an attempt to find a small collection of her necessary possessions; Her large brown leather purse, her phone, a car phone-charger and her headphones. She rezips her bag, unbeknownst to the fact her best friend watching her out of the corner of his eye, and piles the items awkwardly on the container of cookies, she really needed to get herself a handbag for all her stuff one day.

With that she runs a hand through her orange hair, tugging her thin hairband out with the other. Choppy orange hair falls at her shoulders and some strands catch the light breeze as Lizzy attempts to pull it back into a ponytail, doing so with mild succuss, not quite neat but it will do. she waits by the truck until Alex comes along.

[color=FF7F50]"Did you want some help loading the truck?[/color] she asks him, nodding toward the collection of luggage, [color=FF7F50]"It'll be quicker with the both of us and I'm not really gonna take no for an answer anyway,"[/color] she insists. Whether it took a lot of insisting or not or just starting to help Lizzy ensures she was part of the packing stage and, upon the completion of the work, gave Alex a smile and a courteous nod of the head before taking her items and strolling over to Phil, who was staring into space. Back to his old, non-speech-giving self it seemed. [color=FF7F50]"What cha thinking about Philly?"[/color] she asks her friend cheerfully, Standing in front of him, probably blocking his view of the nothing he was staring at.