{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}
NECESSARY INFO;
my guidelines are under the first heart. my reply time is rapid but i don't always expect you to be rapid as well. my tagging system is under reconstruction. the icons are not mine and neither is the background image. this wonderful theme is the work of carson.
Garrett stumbled back from the elevator door and scoffed. Of course it would get stuck when all he wanted was to get back to the place he was staying at. Although his vision was slightly hazy from the alcohol he consumed thirty minutes before, he turned around and faced the other.
”Do you have a plan?”
▉ ▊ ▋♔♔ ▉ ▊ ▋
{ lydia herself was not intoxicated due to the fact that while she enjoyed watching alcohol bring joy to her friends, she did not enjoy the fuzziness that it brought to her. so her reaction to being locked in an elevator was sensible as she slipped off her heels and leaned against the rails, regarding Garrett with barely concealed contempt. }
❝ That depends– do you have a crowbar and do you possess the ability to walk in a straight line? I doubt it —so no, I do not have a plan. Aside from waiting for the proper authorities. ❞