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Lily Tsorie — 25 — Sidera"I may be as pretty as an angel, but I sure as hell ain't one."** This is a roleplay blog!

[sagvcious]

Judging by the woman’s clothes being far from the regular issue hospital scrubs Doreen assumed she was not part of the hospital staff. She wondered if she knew the younger brunette and simply didn’t remember her. That seemed like her and awfully rude considering she was being kind enough to help her. Taking the cup and slowly lifting her head to take a small sip. “Thank you,” she said less gravelly with a small smile. Adjusting herself more comfortable, only wincing slightly at the wound to her side, she got a better look at the woman in front of her. Nothing seemed to catch her attention to make it seem like she was visiting her so she didn’t assume that the woman was. “Are you here visiting someone?”

[tigerlilytsorie]

"No problem." Lily offered. When the woman resituated herself with a wince, Lily nearly reached out to help her. Something about this hospital had her soft side taking over all over the place, not that she liked admitting that she even had one. "Looking for someone. Or rather, someones. My boss sent me over to check for my coworkers. Thankfully, no sign of them. Are you here from the shootings? Are were you already here?"

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Meg

Meg: whatever

Meg: Oh About that

Meg: I experienced a Bildungsroman + Doing some soul searching until the storm passes and the fog clears. Very low key.

Lily: What the hell does any of that mean??

Lily: Pretty sure Kress isn't going to take that answer.

[claudefitzgerald-blog]

A Watchdog with a Sharp Bite ✝ Claude & Lily

On that particular night, it had not been terribly difficult to slip backstage at the Devil’s Underground when no one was looking, which surprised Claude. He had expected at least a little bit of resistance, especially in light of recent events, but he was grateful that he did not. He did, however, make a note to bring up the laxness of his current guards to Harry when he saw him, which was likely to be in a few minutes. He had come to the man seeking his input on another matter, but he would be sure to mention it. Slipping past open doors, he saw dancers in their dressing rooms, too busy preparing themselves to take notice of the assistant commissioner in their midst. Seeing a partially open door that looked like an office with a figure inside, he pushed the door open the rest of the way, stepping into the room. “Good evening, Mr. Kre-” He stopped when he saw that the figure inside was not the man that he had been expecting, but a young woman. “My apologies. I am looking for Mr. Kress, have you seen him?”

[tigerlilytsorie]

"Tell me where it is." Lily narrowed her eyes at her stubbornly silent victim. "Tell me where you fucking put it, you stupid cat." Tiger only sat exactly in place and squinted his eyes at her. "I don't believe Peter. Where are you hiding your poop?" The stare she earned in response to this gave her a sudden worry. "You're not shitting in Kress's office, are you? Don't you get me in trouble. You and I don't have a pay rent, but I'll offer you up to the pole if you get us in trouble." Tiger suddenly jumped down from his perch and hid underneath Lily's desk, drawing a confused face from the brunette. "I'm kidding. Relax."

When she heard the voice of a man she didn't recognize, she spun around. The man was significantly older than her, dressed in a well pressed suit and carrying himself with an eery confidence that made Lily's ears metaphorically perk. "You're looking for Kress? Who are you? You look like a lawyer. In which case, Mr. Kress has nothing to say." she narrowed her eyes at him, much in the same way she had at Tiger a minute earlier. "No, you're not a lawyer. You're too polite for that. So what's your deal, gramps?"

[payne-peter-deactivated20150208]

Peter watched her saunter into the kitchen, trademark ‘I own this place’ snap of heels that was all Lily. He took his time, sucked in the last of the noodles from his chopsticks, chewed, swallowed, before pointing out crudely. “Sorry. Swallowing isn’t really my style.” Flicking some sauce off the corner of his mouth with a thumb, he sucked it off, giving her a once over. “Nice to see you’re in one piece. Not a scratch, right?”

[tigerlilytsorie]

"You can do a thorough examination if you ask me nicely." Lily teased from the doorway, laughing at his crude joke. "I'll keep that swallowing bit in mind for future reference. I assume you and the boys are all alright, or you would have told me otherwise already." She eyed the Chinese food container in his hand with interest. "Any more where that came from? Or am I stuck with your backwash?"

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Meg

Meg: Considering that I'm not being called babe or kid I'm gonna just assume that this isn't Kress.

Meg: I'm guessing his number 2

Meg: Lily

Meg: Am I right? Do I win a prize?

Meg: The only person who had this number was Catlyn and there'll be hell to pay if she's been hurt

Lily: Relax will you? I can give you a prize if you really want one.

Lily: You think I'd have to hurt Catlyn to get her to squeal? You clearly underestimate how persuasive I am.

Lily: I'm gonna take all this as a "I'm not dead and I'm on my way back to the club right now."

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Dead Weight

Wendy: It was nice talking to you, Lily.

Lily: You dirty girl. [winking emoji] Guess you learn something new every day.

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Meg

Lily: You'd better not be dead after all the trouble I had to go through to get this number.

[payne-peter-deactivated20150208]

A normal Sunday afternoon for the Los Perdidos meant videogames (Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare) and bad delivery food. They’d survived off pizza the last couple of days so Peter decided to change it up, ordered Chinese, and was currently stuffing his face full of noodles when Lily’s voice rang out from the hallway.

"In here." He yelled out—or tried to. The words were nearly intelligible with the food in his mouth.

[tigerlilytsorie]

Lily was both troubled and confused when an odd, strangled sort of yell came from the direction of the living room. "What the hell?" she muttered, heading that way. When she discovered Peter with a mouthful of Chinese food and a game controller in his hand, she was less than surprised. "You didn't even swallow to greet me? Is that any way to treat a lady?"

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Dead Weight

Wendy: No but I don't know why you have to make an argument over every single thing I say.

Wendy: Is it that hard to just say "okay, good to know" and leave it at that?

Lily: I'm not arguing with you, dollface. Don't be so sensitive.

Lily: Are you not wearing panties? Is that what this is about?

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Dead Weight

Wendy: I'm not lying.

Wendy: You're not my favorite person but I wouldn't want you hurt.

Wendy: Believe that or don't, it doesn't make much of a difference.

Lily: Well aren't you a sweetie pie.

Lily: Get your panties out of their bundle, Darling. Is it so hard to believe that you might not care if I got shot at?

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Dead Weight

Wendy: Well I'm glad you're okay.

Lily: You ain't much of a liar.

[tigerlilytsorie]

Lily didn't bother knocking on the front door when she reached it. These were her boys, she doubted they'd mind her just letting herself in. She had covered their asses enough times to earn an unannounced visit or two. Though she wouldn't admit aloud, she was worried about them. Wendy and Peter had both told her they were all alright and accounted for, but she wanted to see it for herself. "Hey Payne," she called up the stairs. "Where're you hiding yourself?"

[fitzrebecca-blog]

"Things are gonna go back to normal now… Right?"

[tigerlilytsorie]

"Baby, where've you been living the last couple months? This is normal."

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Dead Weight

Wendy: Lily, I'm guessing?

Wendy: I'm fine. Thank you for checking? Are you okay? Peter said that the rest of the guys were okay.

Lily: Ye of little faith.

Lily: I'm fine. Still got ten fingers and toes. I was at Kress's when shit went down.

[tigerlilytsorie]

Text ✉ Dead Weight

Wendy: Who is this?

Lily: Stellar.

Lily: It's the ghost of Christmas future. I wanna know if I'm out of a job.

[crazycatladyislooking-blog]

[sagvcious]

The moment Doreen’s eyes opened she was hit with confusion. It wasn’t the same as when she woke up in a stranger’s bed. This time she knew the situation was different, but couldn’t place why. Looking down at her hand then at the machines around her she recognized her surrounding. It was just severely different being a patient rather than a volunteer. There was minor pain, but she attributed that to the lovely drugs they must have put her on. For once she was legally medicated. She would have mused about it if the situation were anything other than a bullet wound and bruises from what she imagined to be one large truck. Or more likely a lot of people kicking her. She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was so dry that nothing came out. She wasn’t even sure if someone was there to hear her, but nurses were known to do rounds at odd times. That was another thing she didn’t know. How long she had been out. Her head could ask as many questions as it wanted, but she, unfortunately, could not relay these questions. Trying again, focusing on the one word, she managed to get out, “W—Water…?”

[tigerlilytsorie]

Lily was on her way out of the hospital, fingers flying across the phone in her hand, typing away the good news to send to Kress. None of his dancers had been checked in. It had only taken her about all night to squeeze that information out of the nurses. She stopped when she heard a hoarse voice ask for water. Looking around, she saw no one else around or in the woman's room. Dammit. Slipping her phone into her jacket pocket, Lily stepped inside the stranger's room. "No worries, I got you." she assured her, pouring from the pitcher on the bedside table into a small plastic cup. She handed it to the woman with a nervous smile. "Here you go. Drink up."