Lena Dixon

My cousins... @SoManyArrows. @YerOldPalMerle. You seen 'em? // {RP 18+} #TWDRP #LoganRP #OC #IntoTheFire #BPRP

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

Wait. You... You /made/ this, @ThePenisher? For me'n Logan?

{Thrown by a life where gifts had been few and far between, she blinked --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@DeafToTheDead @BowTo1sAnd0s @CrimesConcierge @Mortal_Enemies -- .@_FindThatStar.

Stomping into the room, a denial about any worry already bubbling up, she stopped dead at the sound of a crackling voice coming over the speakers, asking for help.}

Shi... {Wheeling, she ran into the hall, shouting at the top of her lungs.} HEY! RESSLER!

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@DeafToTheDead @BowTo1sAnd0s @CrimesConcierge @Mortal_Enemies -- 'Quit bein' a pussy. You're a god.damn. Dixon!'

A wry smile curving her lips as @YerOldPalMerle's voice echoed in her mind, she pivoted and barged towards the comm room door. Sure, she didn't need to hover, but #Daisy could use a break. Kid could go see --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@DeafToTheDead @BowTo1sAnd0s @CrimesConcierge @Mortal_Enemies -- .@SoManyArrows and @LevelUpDead.

Had they landed safe? Had they landed at all?

Sucking in her bottom lip, she tried to push her thoughts away from the movie currently on a loop in her mind; #Daryl and #Thea, drowning in frigid water. Broken against the rocks. --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@DeafToTheDead @BowTo1sAnd0s @CrimesConcierge @Mortal_Enemies {muttering} Ain't like I'm worried.

{Pushing her hand through her hair as she paced back and forth, boots clumping up and down the hallway outside the comm room, she glanced through the window at the bank of monitors and let out a heavy sigh.

No word yet from --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

Talkin' shit about my cousin? {narrowing her eyes} You better watch your mouth, sunshine.

[Cain. @LethalMajesty]

-- so sorely lacking that, not only had @NoSafeHaven_ been able to get /out/, but that @SoManyArrows had been able to get /in/, trailing a merry band of... whatever those people wanted to call themselves?

Perhaps it would behoove him to start with the escape of --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

I hear it's a big day for @BPRP_Beastie and @RP_Beezy... Happy birthday!

{innocently} You know. I could make things a /damn/ sight prettier 'round here. Scissors. @SoManyArrows hair. It could be my present!

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

Yeah, I'm gonna mind my p's and q's while Walkers are tryin' to tear me to bits and pieces. {snorting} Don't hold your breath...

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

{lifting a brow} Yeah... If your avi is your Fun Zone? Not following back. I've reached my quota of guys who think with their little brain, if you get my drift. #ThanksButNoThanks

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

{proudly} Oh hell yeah! @PequenoCarcayu's a damn Dixon if I ever saw one.

{firmly} @YerOldPalMerle woulda /loved/ that girl, I tell ya' what.

#Logan

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

Gone?

{snorts} Fuck that noise, old man. {Standing next to @ViciousWeapon, she bumped his shoulder, head held high.} {quietly} Your family ain't gone. Not happenin'. Not while we're breathin'.

#Logan

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

Someone's got a heapin' helpin' of spunk. {warmly} No wonder he likes you.
#StillCuttingHisHairThough

[Thea Bauer @LevelUpDead]

{side eyes @BowedTracker}

Anyone touching @SoManyArrows' hair is... is... is on my list! {Wishing that sounded more impressive, she nodded firmly, drawing herself up to full height.} That's right. You heard me.

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

I ain't scared of you, @SoManyArrows.

{Sniffing, she shot her cousin a mischevious grin, brow slowly lifting.} That hair's ridiculous. I got scissors. And you gotta sleep sometime...

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- and @PequenoCarcayu.

How?}

{quietly} I ain't one for mysteries. Call 'em like I see 'em.

{Fingers drifting towards the gun at her hip, she locked eyes on @FluidFatality, ready to pull.} You ain't supposed to be here. Step back.

@NoSafeHaven_

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- the kid's garlic bread! Hell, I didn't know better I'd think he wanted to make me the size of a damn...

{Stopping short in the kitchen doorway, she stared at the group around the table, bright eyes turning steely.

#Carl? @FluidFatality standing near #Judith and --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- Besides, the smell that was coming from the kitchen would not be ignored. Cheese n' garlic?

Hell. Yes.}

{calling out} I'd know that smell anywhere!

{Breaking into a run, she made for the kitchen, skidding around the corner at top speed.} Gotta be some'a' --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- If things had been different.

If Uncle Bill hadn't been such a waste of goddamn space.

Maybe.

Exhaling, she turned away from the scene playing out in front of her, wanting to give @_FindThatStar at least a piece of privacy in a place that had none. --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- Something /sweet/ and decent and /normal/.

It felt damn good to see.

Gaze lingering for a beat, she ducked her head, thoughts rocketing back to @YerOldPalMerle and @SoManyArrows when they were younger. #Merle had never been one for romance, but #Daryl?

Maybe. --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope {Hand on reinforced glass, she peered through the window @_FindThatStar and @DeafToTheDead sitting on the break room's faded sofa and cracked a smile.

Even now, in the middle of this shitstorm of a world, two /good/ kids had something to hold on to. --

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

Ain't that somethin'...

{A sparkle in her eyes, she flashed a sidelong smile, pushing a hand through her hair.} Thanks, man. Hey, don't tell @SoManyArrows 'bout my ink. {snorting} My cousin would have a damn cow.

[Lena Dixon @BowedTracker]

@ButtholeTattoos {snorting} Can't be my cousin. Besides, that Negan ass... {coughing} jerk ain't master of nothin'.