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sirenspull_logs2012-10-05 11:41 pm
paterelohim) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-05 11:41 pm
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Who: Chuck Shurley and YOU.
When: Friday-Sunday of the event
Where: all over the place! (and Purgatory)
Summary: Rule 63 is fun.
Warnings: TBD.
[Chuck is having a weird week- as is the rest of the city. After spending the first half of the week going through various and sundry traumatizing experiences, he- she decides to get out into the world and spend the weekend basically being irresponsible. Except at night, when she's in Purgatory, doing her new managerial duties and busily drinking on the job.
Friday is for lurking around various bars and restaurants, engaging in some healthy day drinking and wasting money on arcade games. She's pretty convinced that she's awesome at air hockey when she's drunk. Which is a lie.
On Saturday, she spends a lot of the day roaming around the Underground Mall vicinity aimlessly and eating weird bacon-based foods. She might also be sitting in a city square on the edge of a huge fountain, tongue sticking out in concentration as she busily paints what appears to be a... giant invisible dog.
Sunday has her in a park somewhere, playing an expensive-looking acoustic guitar- mostly Simon & Garfunkle, the Beatles, whatever she can remember without too many mistakes. Which isn't always successful. She's singing softly, too, trying to get used to her new, very unfamiliar voice.]
(ooc: A couple closed threads are posted below, but everything else is totally open!)
When: Friday-Sunday of the event
Where: all over the place! (and Purgatory)
Summary: Rule 63 is fun.
Warnings: TBD.
[Chuck is having a weird week- as is the rest of the city. After spending the first half of the week going through various and sundry traumatizing experiences, he- she decides to get out into the world and spend the weekend basically being irresponsible. Except at night, when she's in Purgatory, doing her new managerial duties and busily drinking on the job.
Friday is for lurking around various bars and restaurants, engaging in some healthy day drinking and wasting money on arcade games. She's pretty convinced that she's awesome at air hockey when she's drunk. Which is a lie.
On Saturday, she spends a lot of the day roaming around the Underground Mall vicinity aimlessly and eating weird bacon-based foods. She might also be sitting in a city square on the edge of a huge fountain, tongue sticking out in concentration as she busily paints what appears to be a... giant invisible dog.
Sunday has her in a park somewhere, playing an expensive-looking acoustic guitar- mostly Simon & Garfunkle, the Beatles, whatever she can remember without too many mistakes. Which isn't always successful. She's singing softly, too, trying to get used to her new, very unfamiliar voice.]
(ooc: A couple closed threads are posted below, but everything else is totally open!)
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This isn't about the girl thing. Okay? Let's just... get upstairs.
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[And there's a win right there. She starts off in the direction of the stairs, Chuck should know where to go, and near the bottom she collects a key from a bouncer with a wink.
She selected the room closest to her body, and she knows it's close enough to get to when the time comes. She doesn't want to wear this tramp forever, and she'd become accustomed to Kirsten's big brown eyes and tiny hands. She liked that body. It wouldn't do to let it rot somewhere when it was nice and empty and all her own here. Not like Lucy, filling up space in her head and screaming loud enough to give her a headache.
She stands just inside the door, holding her robe shut despite the tie, and giving Chuck a look stolen from this Body's memory. There was enough distain here to last a lifetime.]
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Once she gets down to just clothes and reaches for her belt, she gives Lucy an uncertain look.]
You've, uh, had... female clients before, right?
[The blind leading the blind doesn't sound like much fun.]
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[She shuts the door, and locks it with a disinterested look back over her shoulder. Not the usual way of things, but she wants to make it a little harder for the prophet to leave should Chuck decide things are less than normal. And well. They are. She lets the robe fall open as she walks forward, and decides to pay it no mind. She's wearing black lace masquerading as lingerie underneath and tosses Lucy's hair over her shoulder as she stalks forward.]
Need a little help?
[Without waiting for an answer, she bats Chuck's hands away and undoes the belt while giving her best exasperated 'you're absolutely hopeless' look, hoping the irritation will rile Chuck up a bit. It's no fun when they're tame.
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I could- okay, fine, whatever.
[Then, irritated, she grabs Lucy's hands and pushes them away.]
No way you do this to everyone. Come on.
[Trying to strip her down like a patient getting a physical. No. Even hookers have some kind of procedure for this, pretending at sexy and doing some of the work for the john. Chuck is just irritated- irritated because she doesn't know how this body will work, or if she'll need foreplay, or whether Lucy will even do that or what the hell she's even doing here, pissed the hell off that she has to go to a fucking hooker for this instead of having Fred at home to unzip her shirt slowly and not pretend to care. Fuck.]
Kiss me. Something.