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7 yrs ago
Current I got new rules, I'll count em.
8 yrs ago
Sassy, Classy and a bit Smart Assy
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9 yrs ago
Messing with my empire.
9 yrs ago
Izzy's back, back again. Izzy's back, tell your friends.
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9 yrs ago
Finished my first year of University! Plenty of free time on my hands now!

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You and me were always with eachother, before we knew the other was ever there

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X and I are working on our collab, will be up tonight or tomorrow :)

Just felt like the OOC needed a post, haha!
Lyndsay White











Lyndsay held the door open for yet another police officer who seemed to stream in from the streets, offering them a polite smile, but she didn't politely wait behind them on the stairs, she slinked past them, making herself small against the wall as she overtook, calling a small "Excuse me, Sir" as she passed. She felt sorry for him, he looked a year from retirement, red and neck straining at the effort of the stais. She was used to them, and being athletic only helped. She got to her door and was about to open it, when yet another police officer came out from it. He gave her a once over look, before opening his mouth, she beat him to it.

"I've already been questioned downstairs, thoroughly" She tried to be as polite as she could, but she was growing weary with the whole day, and he was standing inbetween her and the person who's welfare she cared about most, and it was ticking her off. Her tone of voice has been short, and the officer, who looked fresh out of the academy, eyed her nervously, asif unsure what to do. She offered another small smile, and stepped aside to let the officer past, who decided against pressing her further, tipped his cap at her and went on his way. She closed the door behind him, with a little huff that made her head sway.

With the closing of the door, music began to blare throughout the sound system build into the ceilings, and she smiled to herself. Turning into the main room she saw Cam sat in one of the chairs, slumped and looking defeated. She returned his smile and made her way over to him, her fingers stroking through the crown of his hair, thumbs brushing softly over his closed eyelids. "I think that's a good idea, I'll come too."

Her fingertips continued their soft pursuit over the stress creases of his forehead, the soft crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. "Today sucked, huh?" It was a simple statement, knowing he wasn't really in the mood for prying or questioning. She rested her hands on either arm of the chair, leaning herself down to press a soft kiss against his forehead, peppering a trail of soft kisses down his face, finally landing one softly against his lips.

"Come on, we both need a distraction" Her head gestured towards the bedroom, another kiss pressing against the corner of his mouth. She was more than ready to lose herself from reality and be done with the day.
Not entirely sure how I can respond to the last WN, as I already had Lyndsay be questioned in my last post...

Was just planning on wrapping up the day, so that's what I'll do.
Lyndsay White











Lyndsay was concentrated on her task, but had half her attention on the building that the girl had fallen from. Numerous people seemed to be climbing into it, obviously searching for evidence, or just curiosity. She tried to keep her back to the scene though, keeping her hand and her mind busy, she already had the image of the girl's body ingrained behind her eyelids, she didn't need more snapshots to dwell on. She began to hum softly to herself to keep her mind busy, a soft country lullaby that her grandma used to sing to her when she was knee high. She jumped as she felt a hand tap her shoulder. Her hand flew over her heart, and she held back a curse that threatened to fall from the tip of her tongue. She turned to see an officer, the culprit for the scare.

"Well bless my heart officer, you scared the bajeezus otta me!" She let out a soft laugh, her southern drawl suddenly stunningly obvious due to him catching her off guard. She watched him tip his hat at her in apology.

"Sorry Ma'am, I just wanted to ask you a few questions, didn't mean to scare you, I'm sure you've had enough of that for one day" He gave her a sympathetic smile, which Lyndsay echoed with an edge of sadness.

"You're right, I have. Poor girl, bless her heart, I didn't know her, maybe smiled at her once or twice, that was it. She seemed sweet though. Lyndsay tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, rubbing a hand over her arm, goosebumps forming over her arms from the slight breeze that had picked up, asif the world was mourning.

"Well there's my first question answered. Which apartment do you live in? Have you noticed anything suspicious?"

"The rose building, with my husband Cameron, he's upstairs with a migraine, poor thing. He served overseas, and gatherings like this can be hard sometimes. I haven't noticed anything really, too busy unpacking and settling in, we haven't been here long." She saw a little sympathy in the officer's eyes at her mention of Cam, the usual reaction of those who seemed to understand a little.

"Alright Ma'am, that will be all. Just let any of us know if you recall anything odd." He smiled, tipped his hat at her and left her to her thoughts.

She smiled, nodded, and turned back to where she had been putting lids onto tupperware. She finished the last one, and looked up at the window of their apartment, she should probably check on Cam, she'd given him enough time to cool off, he'd probably be napping away the stress or doing a little exercise. She stacked up the last tupperware, smiled at Lawson at the smoker, and headed off up the stairs into her apartment.

It didn't seem odd that her session of police questioning had been particularly short, afterall; who would suspect a sweet little pretty southern belle.
@DizzyIsabella Sounds good, just get it in before that counter turns to Day 8, you are riding dangerously close.


I like to live dangerously ;)

Plus my last three days of Uni were cray. All done now for Summer.
Will be posting up this evening
Put up a wee post. So I don't go over my deadline.

Will put up a more beefy one in a few days!
Lyndsay White








Lyndsay held on to Cam as he hauled himself up, it not taking much effort to hold up his larger form, despite the size difference between the two of them. She waited until he was steadied, but she was reluctant to let him go. He shifted his weight over to the wall and she let her hands drop to her sides, frowning at him. It wasn't like him to shake her off. She reached for him again, but stopped halfway, letting her arms drop once again down to her sides. She was getting better at recognising the signs of his PTSD, and it was better to let him alone.

"Ok...but I'll be up to check on you soon. Stay in the apartment?"

He was already descending the stairs as she finished her sentence, and she waited at the bottom of the stairs to watch him get up the first flight safely. She was getting violent butterflies in her stomach, and none of the emotions running through her mind were settling well with her. She looked back out of the door towards the crowds of people, and contemplated not going back out into the chaos, but soon convinced herself otherwise. She was a strong southern woman, and they thrived in sticky situations.

She slipped back into the crowd quietly, not drawing attention to herself, and began to pack thing back into their relative tupperware tubs. She had a feeling the block party was finished.
Lyndsay White





Interacting with: Lorna @Charnobylisk Cam @Xtreme Lawson @Lady Amalthea




Lyndsay smiled as Cam seemed to not immediately brush off the idea of hanging out with Lawson and Lorna, talking about their service days. She did worry about him, he was still very open with her in all other things, but he always got quiet and changed the subject when it came to anything to do with his war days, which she understood, she never pressed him too much. She snuggled herself into his side as he spoke with Lorna, happy and content just to spend the time with him and converse with the few other neighbours she knew.

She let out a bright laugh when she was thanked for the tip on brainfreeze, giving the girl a warm smile, which reached right to her eyes. "You're welcome, honey. When you live in the south, you tend to gobble up anything cold to cool you down as quick as possible, you soon learn about the terrors of brain freeze!" She looked at Cam as she laughed, noting the slight sheen of sweat that had appeared on his forehead, and the way he swallowed more than usual. She gave his waist a quick squeeze and looked up at him with a re-assuring smile.

When he excused himself and pressed a kiss to her lips, she watched him go over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed a little in worry, but she vowed to go and check on him in 10 minutes and carried on her conversation. "Lyndsay, a pleasure to meet you." She took Lorna's hand and squeeze it lightly. "That there was Cam, he's just taking a minute." She probably didn't need to say anymore, Lorna would know better than even Lyndsay could the way you had to adapt back into civilian life. She took the plate from Lawson with a warm smile, and a slight roll of her eyes.

Her lips opened to speak some sort of witty response, but she was interrupted by a loud crash behind her. Before she had a chance to turn to see what it was, she felt herself being pulled back and in the opposite direction of the chaos, protected by large wall of muscle between her and the crash that had occured accross the street. She recognised the shape of Lawson protecting her instinctively, blocking her from any harm, and took a step back, brushing herself off a little. "What on earth was..."

As she peered around Lawson's shoulder and let out a scream at the sight of the dead girl in a pile of debris. Her hand clamped over her mouth as tears began to fall over her cheeks. She took another step back from Lawson before she turned without warning and pushed past Lorna, making her way in a half-run towards the Rose building. Her mind was on Cam, and the trauma that the loud noise may have caused him. The main front door slammed behind her, and she began racing up the stairs, before she heard a slight groan, and mutter from the ground floor. She looked over the stair bannister and let out a gasp. Cam was lay half propped up against a wall, muttering something to himself.

"Oh my lord." She ran back down the stairs two at a time, jolting her knees in the process of making it down on the floor with him. "Cam? Cameron? What happened? There...there's a girl, she shot herself, and...and fell out of a window near the block party. Just like that other girl, from our apartment." She was crying more now, a little hysterical, reaching to pull her shirt off, she pressed it against the cut on his head, suddenly pulling him into a hug. He was still muttering something that she couldn't make out.
Halfway through my post :)
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