[probablylexi]

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Owen was in the middle of his routine midnight jog when he saw someone lingering outside what was left of the school. Slowing his pace he tried to see who it was, before coming to stop as he recognised the brunette. The male approached her with a friendly smile. “Hey, you alright?” He asked wondering how she was feeling. The last time he had seen her was when he had helped her out of the burning building. “I was just asking how you are.” He replied with a smile. “I like it out here at this time of night. It’s eerily silent but in a good way. What brings you out here?”

Lexi recognised him immediately as the man she’d met in the burning building not too far ahead of them. “I’m fine.” She replied quickly after he repeated himself, returning his smile. “How are you?” She asked, head tilting to the side slightly in genuine curiosity. A knowing smile pulled further on her lips as he explained what brought him out so late in the night. “I like the quiet, too.” Lexi had long ago found that the same places that were bustling with crowds in the daytime, were practically a graveyard by nighttime. It was perfect when you needed somewhere to gather muse. “It helps me think a little better.” The brunette admitted. “And play a little more coherently.” She shrugged the shoulder that held the guitar strap and a barely audible chuckle left her lips. 

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Asher: Damn you.  Asher: Ergh. That’s so not fair. Asher: Oh yeah, you ask now I’ve already started walking😂

Lexi: It’s entirely fair... You’re just jealous.  Lexi: Well, at least I’ve offered...?  😂

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Asher: Have I ever told you how much I hate you?  Asher: I hope you spill it all over yourself. Asher: I can already tell this is going to be the longest walk in my life.

Lexi: You don’t mean that. Lexi: Remember who you’re talking to... the probability of that happen is exceptionally low. 😇 Lexi: Do you need someone to come and get you?

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Asher: Dude, not cool! Asher: Imma have to walk to the nearest petrol station which is like 10 miles away from where I am.

Lexi: But there’s a drink here with your name on it... and now I’m going to have to drink it.  Lexi: Better walk quick. ;)

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Asher: so guess which dummy has run out of fuel? Asher: spoiler - it’s me Asher: like I’m literally stranded.

[probablylexi]

Lexi: If only you had that extra fuel... Lexi: then you could join me for a refreshing coffee.  😜

[probablylexi]

Lexi stood at the entrance to the park that was situated on the opposite side of the street from the school, a guitar case slung over her shoulder. She'd been there a few minutes, sidetracked by seeing the state of the school now that the fire was gone. Scorched black and in some places caved in as a result, it looked like something out of a horror film. The approach of footsteps and spoken words allowed her to tear her eyes off the building and focus on the individual who approached. "Sorry?" She asked, having not heard what they had said. And, after a moment: "You're out late."

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A guitar lay across the brunette’s lap, strings making a sweet melody in her ears as she plucked at them. She often drowned out the world around her when she was playing and singing, but this time the noise cancelling property of her headphones was proving to have more of an effect than was perhaps ideal. It was only when the smoke got so thick that it was becoming more and more difficult to sing properly that Lexi even began to consider that there might have been a problem. But it was the hand she felt on her shoulder that really startled her – she jumped and pulled her headphones off of her head. “Fuck.” She muttered under her breath, looking up at the man who had interrupted her. She finally heard the distant shouting and panic. “What’s going on?” Her eyes moved over the figure, seeing his obvious worn-out self – a little charred, too.

Owen had been going in and out of the classrooms looking for Lucy, but this was the first classroom he’d been in that wasn’t empty. It seemed that she had no idea what was happening. He tried calling out to her, when she didn’t turn around he approached her, reaching out to tap her on the shoulder. “There’s a fire. You need to get out of here and quick.” He replied with a small cough.

[probablylexi]

Lexi's grip tightened around the guitar as she moved from her position on the seat and stood up. Her gaze widened a little at his comment and she could feel her heart rate quicken slightly along with it, but she also seemed a lot calmer than most would have been in such a situation. "A fire? How did it happen? Is everyone else out?" She asked, wondering as always if it was her fault. It never took an awful lot to cause devastation for her. She moved to place the guitar in her case, slipping the plectrum between the strings of the guitar and closing it. She pulled the case round to act like a backpack, tucking the headphone cable into her jean pocket but allowing the headphones to hang around her neck. "Why aren't you leaving?" She questioned him, raising a brow in curiosity.

[probablylexi]

@owencreatesillusions

A guitar lay across the brunette’s lap, strings making a sweet melody in her ears as she plucked at them. She often drowned out the world around her when she was playing and singing, but this time the noise cancelling property of her headphones was proving to have more of an effect than was perhaps ideal. It was only when the smoke got so thick that it was becoming more and more difficult to sing properly that Lexi even began to consider that there might have been a problem. But it was the hand she felt on her shoulder that really startled her -- she jumped and pulled her headphones off of her head. “Fuck.” She muttered under her breath, looking up at the man who had interrupted her. She finally heard the distant shouting and panic. "What's going on?" Her eyes moved over the figure, seeing his obvious worn-out self -- a little charred, too.

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Though the brunette was convincing Asher had caught on that she hadn’t been paying attention. He looked over at the commotion she’d be watching before his gaze settled back onto her. The male was unsure whether she had anything to do with the incident and he wasn’t about to ask either. “Hey, Lex, are you okay?” He asked concerned as he reached out across the table for her hand. 

Lexi’s gaze almost travelled back to the commotion, but when her friend began speaking again her focus remained on him. She nodded in response to his question. "Yep." She straightened up in the chair and offered him a small smile. "What were you saying?" She asked, crossing her arms and leaning on the table.

[probablylexi]

Lexi’s gaze moved from the individual in front of her and focused on the waitress that was seamlessly weaving around the tables with a number of mugs stacked on her tray. She’d only been watching for a few minutes when the waitress tripped, sending every mug tumbling to the floor and smashing upon impact. The brunette quickly looked away and back to the other. “Right, yeah -- of course.” She said, as if she had been paying attention the whole time.

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