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maskormenacelogs2019-09-12 06:55 pm
femalething) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-09-12 06:55 pm
[ open ] last night...
WHO: Maureen Johnson + YOU
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: Mid-September
WHAT: A few days in the life of a misplace performance artist
WARNINGS: None yet- but Mo is a huge flirt so. Take that as you will
JEOPARDY
For the most part, Maureen has figured out her own sort of routine here. Work was... well, it was a job. Was it her dream job? Hardly. But it was helping her figure out the damn powers she'd been given as she taught others how to sing. As though she really needed the power to charm others- she scoffed at just how much that seemed like cheating.
Her walk home was always alone, regardless of how safe it may or may not be. About half the time, she wound up at one of the many dive bars around the city- cozying up to someone new for a free drink or flirtation. She's recently single, in a new world, and lonely. Maureen might look like she's able to handle all of this on her own, but without the crutch of a familiar face (Mark, Mimi, Joanne... hell, even Roger would be a welcome sight), it was hard for her to truly make herself comfortable.
"Come here often?"
It was a tired and old pick up line, but there she is: smiling brightly and leaning forward.
DE CHIMA
Maureen had the basics as far as clothes went: just enough to get her by for now. A few pairs of leather leggings, some ridiculously comfortable yoga leggings, and a plethora of tops to pair with them. But it simply wasn't enough for her and she'd been saving the extra money she made since arrival so she could splurge on some more clothes and accessories.
Her style is definitely dated, so she could definitely use a little bit of help as she thumbs through the racks of different shops. Perhaps she's holding a piece up and looks over with a (very fake) bashful smile. "What do you think? Can I pull this off?"
A random club or three??
The young performance artist was eager for an outlet. She still has to settle here, to get used to this new way of life... To make friends and really have a good support system.
So most nights of the week, she can be found in a different city, at a different club. It's not the kink club back home, but for the most part it's a nice distraction. At the different clubs, she's all over the place. Find her at the bar, doing shots- or maybe she's sidling up to you, elbow on the bar and chin in her hand. "What's your poison?"
When she's not in the bar, however, she's dancing in the middle of the crowd- body moving rhythmically with the music. Her hair, shoulders, torso are slick with sweat as she dances up against other clubbers-
Perhaps you catch her gaze from across the room- just long enough for her lips to quirk and for her to curl a finger your way, beckoning you to join her.
WILDCARD
[ Got another idea? Have at it! Or PM me / hit me up on plurk at ramyakitty to hash out the details. If you'd rather use brackets, go for it and I'll match. ]
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: Mid-September
WHAT: A few days in the life of a misplace performance artist
WARNINGS: None yet- but Mo is a huge flirt so. Take that as you will
JEOPARDY
For the most part, Maureen has figured out her own sort of routine here. Work was... well, it was a job. Was it her dream job? Hardly. But it was helping her figure out the damn powers she'd been given as she taught others how to sing. As though she really needed the power to charm others- she scoffed at just how much that seemed like cheating.
Her walk home was always alone, regardless of how safe it may or may not be. About half the time, she wound up at one of the many dive bars around the city- cozying up to someone new for a free drink or flirtation. She's recently single, in a new world, and lonely. Maureen might look like she's able to handle all of this on her own, but without the crutch of a familiar face (Mark, Mimi, Joanne... hell, even Roger would be a welcome sight), it was hard for her to truly make herself comfortable.
"Come here often?"
It was a tired and old pick up line, but there she is: smiling brightly and leaning forward.
DE CHIMA
Maureen had the basics as far as clothes went: just enough to get her by for now. A few pairs of leather leggings, some ridiculously comfortable yoga leggings, and a plethora of tops to pair with them. But it simply wasn't enough for her and she'd been saving the extra money she made since arrival so she could splurge on some more clothes and accessories.
Her style is definitely dated, so she could definitely use a little bit of help as she thumbs through the racks of different shops. Perhaps she's holding a piece up and looks over with a (very fake) bashful smile. "What do you think? Can I pull this off?"
A random club or three??
The young performance artist was eager for an outlet. She still has to settle here, to get used to this new way of life... To make friends and really have a good support system.
So most nights of the week, she can be found in a different city, at a different club. It's not the kink club back home, but for the most part it's a nice distraction. At the different clubs, she's all over the place. Find her at the bar, doing shots- or maybe she's sidling up to you, elbow on the bar and chin in her hand. "What's your poison?"
When she's not in the bar, however, she's dancing in the middle of the crowd- body moving rhythmically with the music. Her hair, shoulders, torso are slick with sweat as she dances up against other clubbers-
Perhaps you catch her gaze from across the room- just long enough for her lips to quirk and for her to curl a finger your way, beckoning you to join her.
WILDCARD
[ Got another idea? Have at it! Or PM me / hit me up on plurk at ramyakitty to hash out the details. If you'd rather use brackets, go for it and I'll match. ]