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looking for someone36-39, SASHA ALEXANDER, ANY GROUPokay now. how can you look at all that cuteness up there and decide to not take this request? well, whatever. if you haven't now, hopefully you will by the time you finish this plot. let's be real, the face is pretty much mandatory for this request, because rizzles i love sasha. the other precursory information on the character: she'll be somewhere between 36-39, and her member group is up to you. however, she will not be a local. if you choose to have her actually live in st. anthony's, she'll have to be a relatively new addition. i.e., she just moved there or has been there for a short amount of time. i don't care what her profession is - that's totally up to you, just don't make it something off the wall, like a drug dealer? that's weird. alright. on to the plot! oh, also, her name is not actually sasha, i'm just calling her that for this request. 09. 11. 2001. the day heard around the world. for lorraine, it started off normally. she picked up coffee for the guys, came in to work early in anticipation of her shift at the station. within hours, though, her world changed. she had worked at fdny for roughly five years and had enjoyed most days. it was always a little different when they weren't able to effectively do their job, but that was rare. her station was one of the best. as one of the best, they were the first responders when the towers began to fall. she witnessed the crumbling, the horror, and the injury of her fellow coworkers. she could have moved on through that, though. it was the recovery that made the impression on her. when the dust began to settle and even before that, they were sent in to recover anyone alive. the outlook was bleak and digging through as much rubble as there was proved nearly impossible. lorraine had only uncovered perished bodies until a groan of pain caught her attention. it was an older man, barely recognizable in grey soot. he was wedged beneath concrete and metal, but he could peer through the rubble and his hand moved toward her. she spoke with him, she heard his name, and for the next two and a half hours, she stayed beside him. privately, her coworkers worked with the building overseers to figure out whether uncovering him would cause more destruction. at certain points, it seemed possible. after two and a half hours, though, they came to her with news she didn't want to hear - it was impossible to move him. the rubble he was buried beneath seemed to be bearing the load of more, larger pieces, and to move it would only hurt more. the decision to tell him fell on her shoulders. he spoke of his wife, his children - a son and a daughter, both near her own age. he talked about his job - finances and stock, and how he'd planned on resigning that day to spend more time with his wife and travel. lo had been assuring him the whole way that they would get him out. she decided to lie. up until his death, she assured him that they were on the way with the tools to remove him. eventally, his blood loss and trauma combined to quiet him, and even an hour after his eyes closed, she continued to sit with him. afterward, she passed along his name to properly identify him and moved on. however, she didn't actually move on. she couldn't overcome the idea that, not only had she lied, but she hadn't been able to save a man that she'd promised would live. she eventually quit at fdny and found a new position in st. anthony's fire department, a small, quiet area that would allow her to forget. and for the most part, she has been able to. enter sasha alexandercould you guess it? yep, you're right. she's the daughter of the man that died holding lo's hand. she was at the site of the wreckage, and didn't find out what had happened for days afterward. she was very, very close with her father, and although the whole family was in mourning, it definitely took the largest toll on her. when she was given the circumstances of his death, she wasn't quite sure what to do. she put her life on hold for a while, but even that wouldn't suffice. since then, she's kept a steady job, but never quite felt at peace with his death. she began to inquire into more details - first she hunted around for the station that covered the area of the wreckage that he'd been found in. from then on, she talked to a hundred reluctant firefighters, drawing out every possible answer until she came to a number - 34. the number stitched on lo's jacket and emblazoned on her helmet. for a while, sasha only had the number, but after poking and prodding, she was given the name - lorraine mercier. by that time, lorraine was long gone. for the previous few years, sasha has attempted to put the information out of her mind, but the last year, she's been searching for lorraine again. she found out about her transfer to st. anthony's, and now here she is. cue thickening plotshe and lorraine meet. she swears that all she wants to know are his last words, but lorraine won't give her the time of day. it's a part of her past that she doesn't want to interact with, especially since she feels incredibly conflicted about lying to him. she'll relent, eventually, though. they'll have time to get to know each other, and perhaps a bit under the influence, lo will spill the whole story. sasha, however, doesn't leave afterward. during the course of their meeting, she's grown to understand lo, and vice versa. they'll - reluctantly- begin to fall in love. from there on, we can work things all out. i imagine lo will skip out just a little because she'll be freaked out as fuck, but she won't be able to resist sasha. lo will offer to let her stay at her place, because it's expensive to keep staying in a hotel. after that, basically, it's going to be beautiful and perfect and ALL THE FEELS. please take her. please? any questions, just ask. (: THANKS BIRGITTE!
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