Left for dead.

@leftxforxdead-blog

Mum's been dead for a long time. Dad used to smack me around. Now the boyfriend does too, but I'm so used to it, I barely notice anymore. I don't need any pity or help. My name is Lea. I live in London. I don't really do anything special, I just work at this antique store and try to avoid anyone with old grudges against my parents or my boyfriend David. They like taking those out on me. So what do you need? [[ indie RP OC ]]

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bowtie-fez-scarfed

“Any specfic place you would like to go Lea?” he leaned against the doorframe in curiosity mainly compelled him.

travellingmanwillkeepyousaf-blog

Lea remembered her old journal, and the corners of her mouth twitched upwards. There was a lot of places she’d like to go. “I… don’t know.”

bowtie-fez-scarfed

“Your welcome. I had a feeling you’d try it, amazing isn’t it, even if its just a bite.” he replied in taking it back since she was done.

leftxforxdead-blog

Lea shrugged, and rested her head on her arms, on the table.

bowtie-fez-scarfed

He hoped she’d aleast try it, even if it was just alittle. He waited for her, fixing up two plates for the two. “Here you go, aleast try it, its worth just a taste.” he stated knowing it was up to her. He smiled in a grin.

leftxforxdead-blog

"Thank you," she mumbled, but she sat down and ate a little of it. She had to admit that it was good... but she wasn't very hungry, so she didn't finish it. She folded her hands on the table and politely waited for him to finish though.

allhailthewritingtriangle-blog

phoenix: Actually I’ve got 4 murderers after me. It can get kind of annoying sometimes.

leftxforxdead-blog

"Four. Wow." She puffed out her cheeks and then deflated them. "I can't count how many people are out to get me. Lots. Aliens now too. Probably hundreds of those."

#asktheaceattorneys #That was my back up and this is my main

fennec-multi-backup-blog

+brilliantbutnotginger

brilliantbutnotginger-deactivat

“Will do, Lea. I’m Smith. John Smith.” He smiled at her, his eyes drifting down to the bruise. He stared at it for a moment wondering what happened but didn’t ask.

leftxforxdead-blog

Lea nodded. She noted that he was eying the mark, but she was glad he didn't ask. She didn't feel like making up some story. It didn't matter anyways. She folded her hands on the counter and made a few more notes in her journal. It was old and worn, something she'd had since she was nine years old, and full of all her dreams; places she wanted to go, things she wanted to do. A bunch of maybes.

#brilliantbutnotginger #That was my back up #This is my main.