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Meiying " Mei " Lee Thirty - Five Summit Lake Resident Lawyer @ Lee & Sons

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|| full name : mei ying lee || age : 35 || birthdate : november 1st, 1986 ] || occupation : criminal defense lawyer @ lee & sons ] || orientation : bisexual || relationship status : single ] || residence : summit lake neighborhood [ h o m e ]

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bashqureshi·:

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Food trucks were the best invention on earth. That was just a known fact, in Bash’s opinions. They were especially good when he’d had a bit too much to drink and the pot from earlier in the evening was finally catching up with him, cravings for something to snack on coming on strong. He stood outside the club, staring at the choices, wondering if it would be acceptable to just float from truck to truck and build himself an entire feast.

The sound of someone speaking grabbed his attention. His auditory processing wasn’t great at the best of times, but with the background noise and the ten different things grabbing his attention, tonight it was worse than usual. He turned around trying to pinpoint the source, only to find a woman almost directly behind him. “Sorry, were you talking to me?” 

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Mei blinked at the man who’d turned to talk to her, her brows upturning in confusion as she tried to remember if she’d spoken out loud. How silly; of course, she was muttering. It was a habit she picked up in high school when she studied and continued whenever she was overlooking case files or deep in her thoughts. Her roommate found it distracting enough that she wasn’t allowed to work in the common spaces in the evening anymore. She smiled apologetically, “I was talking to myself, but...” Mei stepped up to stand next to the man, looking around at food trucks filled with options, “What are you going to get? It all looks delicious, and I’m having trouble deciding.”

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freddiefkncrane·:

“Freddie,” he correctly gently, though he didn’t loathe the way his last name sounded rolling off the beauty’s tongue either. “I could argue that I’d enjoy my evening more if I had the pleasure of your company.” He gestured over his shoulder to the secluded booth that now lie vacant, apart from the scattered glassware of his men who’d stayed clear since their abrupt dismissal. “I have a lovely table all to myself.. and no one to share it with, sadly.” He sipped his drink, then passed his tongue across his lips. “Would you do me the honor, Mei?”

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She tilted her head in amusement at the correction, but it was fair, considering she had not offered her last name in return. Mei passingly glanced at the indicated table as she took her drink in hand, raising the glass to her lips while the man continued. She had honestly only come to have a drink or two and spend the evening among the crowd on the dance floor, but she had to admit she was intrigued. Holding her beverage in front of her with both hands, she absently ran her thumb over the rim in thought before she turned to fully face the gentleman, leaning against the bar with a soft smile. “I suppose I can offer my company. Can’t very well have you sitting by yourself all evening.”

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ximenaflores·:

Ximena had a bad case of staying up at night, stressing about the many ways this trip could go wrong and thinking she should have never flown to Providence Peak. Still none of it mattered; she is currently here, now she has to deal with that. However, there was no rule against buying a large, heavily caffeinated drink to help you through the day, so that’s exactly what she did. God, American coffee was awful. On her way back to the hotel she noticed a woman calling out for her, asking if she had glue or tape. “Uh, un momento-” She opened her purse and searched for something that could be of use. “Here you go.” She handed her a super glue she kept for emergencies, such as a broken heel or a broken handbag strand.

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“Oh, you are an absolute angel. Thank you,” Mei praised appreciatively, taking the offered item. She took off her shoe, crossing her leg over the other while she inspected the damage to the shoe. Luckily, the stiletto was intact and had just detached from the back heel. She would need to replace them with the shop she bought them from, as she had gotten the pair only a few weeks before. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, uncapping the glue and setting to work, “I’ve got to let this sit for a moment. Would you like to have a seat? I'd hate for you to have to stand while you wait.” She offered the rest of the bench to the other woman. 

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hxnkbrxmson·:

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“Yeah, different. Just like that place that made a bacon chaddar loaf of challah,” Hank rolled his eyes, finding some sort of footing in conversation. This wasn’t ‘something new’ for him but rather trying to capture comforts of a home thousands of miles away. To eat things he loved and tasted like they were from that place on the other side of town mum always went to. Nice bits of bread to be ripped off and turned into little patches for a homesick heart. 

“Oh, oh no,” Hank’s face drained of color as his brain pulled together all the bits of this stranger’s sales pitch. “I’m so sorry. This is your shop, innit? I didn’t mean to insult it. It’s just sometimes when people who aren’t Jewish make the bread it’s….it’s not right and I didn’t mean to insult your skill. I’ll buy some, though.” 

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Bacon and cheddar didn’t sound like a good combo when added to the construction of baked bread in general. While she was still a little confused about his persistence in the quality, she admired the man’s tenacity towards something deeply important to him. Mei had never been a picky eater after being readopted into the Lee family. Her grandmother shoved anything and everything at her granddaughter with the persistent complaint of the girl being too skinny. 

Mei watched in confusion as his face paled, but then his words hit her, and she quickly waved his concerns off, “Heavens, no.” She offered assurances, elaborating, “l know how to make toast and cookies, and that is the extent of my baking abilities, rest assured. Only buy some if you want to. I didn’t mean to sound like an inspirational Pinterest advertisement. Just a little... whimsical today, I suppose. I do apologize.”

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atlaswilliams·:

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Atlas wasn’t one to ever sit out on a fun night, especially when that fun night was taking place at an old friend’s nightclub. If showing support was her was a good excuse to come through and spend some money on booze, then it was the excuse he’d use. Dark hazel hues shifted around the different performances, each one cooler than the last and leaving him in complete awe of talent, skill, and overall fearlessness. It was the kind of stuff he wanted to attempt, but he knew better than to entertain those thoughts. At least, he did while he was sober.

He’d found himself navigated naturally towards the bar, though his attention was held by the man he assumed would breathe fire. Maybe if he’d paid more attention to where he was walking rather than the fire breather, he could have noticed the lack of personal space the bar offered and the woman that had stepped back towards him. “Damn,” he muttered, a grin pulling onto his mouth. “Nearly knocked me over there. Guess it’s a good thing I’m super balanced or that could have been bad,” he teased, biting back a laugh as long as he could before it inevitably rolled off his tongue. “I’m kidding. I’m fine. It was my fault anyway. I thought that guy was going to do the fire trick and I didn’t want to miss. What about you? You good?”

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A flush rose to Mei's ears in embarrassment as the man cursed, but the discomfort that had started twisting in her stomach settled at the sight of his grin. People, in general, made her a bit nervous on principle. But Mei being the cause of someone getting upset? It definitely brought with it a bit of anxiety in a social situation. She could handle it in a courtroom; people always got upset there. "I'm... good, yeah. I just startled myself. It's not your fault I'm a clutz." She laughed lightly at her own expense, looking over at the fire-breather, "I do apologize for interrupting the show. Can I buy you a drink to make up for it? And for knocking into you?"

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leilabarak·:

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The first few sips of the coffee came quick, Leila practically sucking the caffeine down. It was a bit dramatic, perhaps, but she genuinely didn’t feel like she was alive until she had her morning coffee. “I…really, really needed this,” she admitted with a sheepish laugh, a gratefulness in her eyes that she hoped the other woman could sense. Since Leila worked an unusual job, there were really no days in her world that were busier than others. She set her own schedule and did what she wanted, which usually resulted in her working all the time. “Oh, no I’m…well. I’m still working, I guess, but I’m done with meetings. I don’t ever do more than one a week, I don’t much like them. These clothes are too…fussy.” If it were up to Leila she’d be in a hoodie or something else comfortable all the time. Part of her was always tempted to just show up to the meetings dressed like that, but she’d always been taught to dress up for them when she had to go.

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‘You and me both...’ Mei thought, relaxing after that first sip of coffee. She practically lived off of the bitter heaven most days. In between running between the courthouse and the office, Mei would swipe a cup or five to keep up her momentum throughout the day. She didn't believe in acknowledging it as a problem since it was more or less labeled 'fuel' than addiction like her other vices. It didn't much matter that the caffeine, among the other things, certainly didn't help with her insomnia. Coffee was always delightful. "If you have nowhere to be just yet, would you like to join me?" She nodded towards an empty table in another friendly offering. 

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bennett-miller·:

location: lucky joe’s

character: @leemeialone·

Forty. It wasn’t something he was excited about, but truth be told, he didn’t feel forty. His bones weren’t aching and he wasn’t nearly as tired as he’d assumed the age would make him feel. It wasn’t like much had changed after the day he’d hit the big milestone, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Next came fifty and Hazel wouldn’t even be a teenager by that point. He’d be collecting his senior discount before his daughter even graduated high school. It was a long ways off, yet the worrying part of himself couldn’t just push it aside.

Bennett cleared his throat and forced a small smile to his mouth when he spotted the friendly face he’d asked to meet up with him for breakfast at the bagel shop. “Good morning,” he greeted, voice welcoming as always. “If you’re wanting a decent cup of coffee, I would hold off. I thought we could grab some bagels here, maybe take a walk and grab coffee?” Anyone familiar with Lucky Joe’s knew that there was nothing lucky about their brew. They knew how to make a creative bagel, but when it came to coffee, they hadn’t figured that out yet.

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Mei stepped lightly along the sidewalk, enjoying the journey toward her destination. She spent the early morning painting, and even now, her thoughts danced with colors as she observed the passing world around her. The invitation for breakfast had initially been a surprise, but it was a pleasant one. As she spotted her companion for the occasion, she found herself looking forward to it. 

“Good morning,” she greeted in turn. She smiled after the warning, appreciating the consideration. Mei wasn’t sure if he meant in a general aspect or if he was aware of her caffeine addiction. “A walk sounds lovely. It’s a beautiful day,” she indicated towards the door, “Shall we?”

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starter call -> @bashqureshi​ location : le cirque, june charity event

Mei laughed as her dance partner spun her into a low dip, her emotions pure and genuine, unaltered by any such vice that evening. The evening before, she’d partaken in the fruity event cocktails in excess and while she hadn’t woken with a hangover, she felt saddened she hadn’t been able to dance and experience the evening in all its splendor properly. So much work had been put into it, she felt it was a shame. 

Bidding the woman she danced with farewell as the song came to an end, Mei broke off from the crowd in search of food. She knew there were food trucks outside and so it was there she found herself moments later, deliberating between options. 

“Choices, choices... so many good choices. What to choose...” She was muttering, she knew, but she didn’t pay much mind to it.

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starter call -> @elifalvey​ location : le cirque, june charity event

‘I wonder how long it took him to acquire a gag reflex that allows him to swallow swords...’ Mei mused silently, running her thumb around the glass rim of her cocktail distractedly. As she watched the performer from her place among the back of the crowd gathered, she simply found her intrusive thought rather amusing. Maybe not appropriate for the situation, given the function is sponsoring a charity for children, but it was distracting enough for her to be entertained by the showing and laugh under her breath.

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starter call -> @atlaswilliams​ location : le cirque, june charity event

The charity event was in full swing by time Mei walked inside. Packed with locals and summer tourists alike, Le Cirque was a hive of conversation, costumes, and music. The energy was contagious, active, and she found herself reacting to it like a live wire. She had grabbed one of the event specific cocktails being offered while she walked around, greeting familiar faces and declining to talk business when she ran into a client. After all, she wasn’t on the clock and wouldn’t be again until Monday.

Clad in a beautiful emerald dress, she made her way back over to the bar for another drink. It was more packed than it was earlier with it getting darker outside and she found she ended up having to squeeze between two occupied bar stools in order to get to the bartender. She picked another event drink at random, and waited, leaning against the bar. The person at her back rose to leave his stool, and Mei stumbled the half step forward into another. Forever uncoordinated even with years of ballet under her belt. “I’m so sorry, are you alright?”

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starter call -> @mackxmurphy​ where : the burger joint, university heights

“I can’t believe you moved here,” Mei was saying as she pushed open the door and held it for Mack, “Be honest; you missed me.” She grinned, feeling comfortable in her skin and relieved to finally be catching up with one of her closest friends from college. Talk about a blast from the past. It felt like it was just yesterday they were parting ways and Mei was going off to law school. So much had happened since then but with small towns, there was a time and a place to talk about private things and grabbing lunch was unfortunately not one of them. 

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starter call -> @ximenaflores​ where : downtown providence peak

For as much as Mei wears them, she could say in this moment she absolutely hates heels. Especially when she’s walking downtown, and the modest four inch pair she’d chosen to wear that day, suddenly snaps out from under her when she steps forward. Luckily, she finds a seat nearby to inspect the damage. Unluckily, she has nothing on her to fix it until she can get back to her office to put on her gym shoes. She wasn’t very well going to walk downtown barefoot. That was just asking to get some type of infection, or her mother calling her about so-and-so seeing her in such a state. 

Fortunately, it was lunch hour. 

“Excuse me?” She tried to grab the attention of a woman passing by, “Do you by chance have glue or tape or anything of the sort?”

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starter call -> @tysingh where : the open range, university heights

Mei had nothing against dogs, despite refusing to get one when asked by her family. By their reasoning, being alone in her house was simply depressing to imagine. 'A dog would keep you safe if someone broke in’ and ‘you’re going to get lonely without a husband’ were among the other reasons given.

But she was perfectly content with how she lived. She went to work, came home, made dinner with her roommates, and spent the weekends painting or dancing the evenings away. Mei had no experience taking care of a pet, much less being able to spare any time to do so. She barely could take care of herself as it was. 

Which begs the question: how did she come to be designated dog sitter while her cousin was on his honeymoon? A poor idea, but Mei blames herself for agreeing to the arrangement weeks ago as she sits on a bench at the dog park, soaking up the sunny afternoon.

It was fairly busy, and she was lucky enough to have arrived earlier to secure a spot off to the side while other pet owners milled about chatting. If anything, the whole thing reminded her of playdates. Parents, in their own little world, while their children ran amok. Her gaze ventured back to Hunter, her cousin's German Shepard, running around the enclosure and being one of the most prominent coercers of tug-a-war.

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starter call -> @verdadurmaz​​ where : the sweet spot, downtown 

Frankly, Mei was annoyed.

She’d spent all morning already in a bit of a mood, maintaining an act of being civil for her clients and ignoring her hunger pains in favor of treating her shaky hands and headache with some painkillers from her desk drawer. She was on the cusp of being done with her scheduled appointments, eager to get something in her stomach and go home for the evening. Her roommate had finally agreed to watch Hereditary with her at last and she was looking forward to it.

But then came her last appointment. 

It should have been cut and dry. Mei reviewed the allegations brought against the man, what they were looking at for a court date, and a potential verdict. She could practically taste her freedom until he laid out all the evidence the opposition could find and bring up against him. The lawyer spent the last two hours weeding through it all, dread sinking in as one incident report turned to three and then seven. He was a repeat offender and was expecting her to be able to get him off with some community service and a slap of the wrist. After assuring him she’d get back to him the following week, Mei finally escaped the office and began walking down the street when she smelled the most delicious thing.

She followed her nose into a bakery she’d walked by several times but had yet to venture into, taking in the lovely atmosphere. It smelled divine. Her stomach growled loudly in agreement, and without adieu, she walked right up to the counter.

“Hello, sorry to bother you, but what is that amazing smell?”

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starter call -> @aliciamillergarcia​ where : summit lake neighborhood || when : 1 am - 2 am

It wasn’t the first time Mei woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and it most certainly would not be the last. She’d been dealing with nightmares for most of her life; one would think she’d have gotten a handle on them by now. But as she sat in her bed, panicked breaths echoing softly in the emptiness of her room, she was gripped with memories she couldn’t quite shake. 

Instead of falling back asleep, she accepted she wouldn’t be getting any more rest and rose from the tangled sheets to get dressed. A short time later, in the dead quiet of the night, her feet were carrying her away from her home at a light jog, intent on running until she couldn’t anymore. It wasn’t something she often did, taking a night run, but she didn’t have the patience to sit in her office reviewing case files until the sun came up. 

Several streets over, Mei found herself almost completely zoned out to the sound of her shoes hitting the sidewalk steadily. Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her by surprise, and she stepped poorly, tripping over her own feet. She went down with a yelp, trying to land on the grass instead of the concrete, and partially succeeded by ending up in a bush instead. 

Huffing and cursing under her breath at her lack of coordination, she assessed she hadn’t injured herself outside of a couple of scratches and turned her attention to trying to wiggle out of the bush’s branches.

[leemeialone]

Some call it insane, say "baby you're so vein", But I'm living on overdrive all the time.

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