Every single day, I walk down that street~ [Active, OPEN]
Characters: Maureen Johnson, oh so very open
Time: Twlight
Location: From Millennium Park to the Hard Rock
Content: Maureen’s making her way towards her new place of residence.
Format: Either~
Warnings: Maureen. That should be warning enough.
After spending most of her time in the park, fiddling with the phone, Maureen finally started on her way towards the Hotel. Good thing this phone had a map on it (even if it did take her a while to figure out how to get to it). Smoothing out her leather pants, she looked from side to side, expecting much more traffic than the ghost town this place had become.
She really wasn’t concerned about the warnings to stay indoors at night. Monsters? Really? They were more than likely just pulling her leg. Sure this place was strange, and she still wasn’t sure why she was here, but monsters were just things in movies and stories. They made for amazing movies and stories, ones that she loved to go see when she had the time or money.
So the Performance Artist just took her time, glancing up and down the streets to get a good feel for the place, as her heels scuffed against the sidewalk.
Time: Twlight
Location: From Millennium Park to the Hard Rock
Content: Maureen’s making her way towards her new place of residence.
Format: Either~
Warnings: Maureen. That should be warning enough.
After spending most of her time in the park, fiddling with the phone, Maureen finally started on her way towards the Hotel. Good thing this phone had a map on it (even if it did take her a while to figure out how to get to it). Smoothing out her leather pants, she looked from side to side, expecting much more traffic than the ghost town this place had become.
She really wasn’t concerned about the warnings to stay indoors at night. Monsters? Really? They were more than likely just pulling her leg. Sure this place was strange, and she still wasn’t sure why she was here, but monsters were just things in movies and stories. They made for amazing movies and stories, ones that she loved to go see when she had the time or money.
So the Performance Artist just took her time, glancing up and down the streets to get a good feel for the place, as her heels scuffed against the sidewalk.