[ open log • we got bored 8') ]
Who: Grell Miss Sutcliff [rossociliegia], Rockman [bomberblue]. Come crash this shit, babies ♥
Where: White Magnolia • Here, there and eveywhere.
What: Dora the Explorer ain't got jack on Grell.~
When: 13/01 • Late afternoon.
Warnings: An insane prostitute running around a brothel? For now.
He probably wasn't supposed to. He probably wasn't supposed to, but that had never once stopped the fantastically red shinigami from bending the rules before. Grell had no problems when it came to selling his body -- attention was attention, wasn't it! -- but he would be damned if he was going to spend all day every day cooped up between bedrooms. No, no, no. If this was going to be his new home then he might as well learn then ins and outs, mightn't he? For a moment he'd considered adopting the disguise he'd used when wreaking havoc throughout London as Jack the Ripper, but had dismissed it almost as quickly. Aside from the fact that if he was unrecognizable he'd probably find himself thrown out for trespassing, he just couldn't bring himself to pull on that dull charade. Boring brown hair scraped back in a ponytail, plain features, frumpy clothes...
Grell wrinkled his nose just thinking about it.
So, it was as his true self that he strode down the hallways of the White Magnolia, the heels of his beautiful red stilettos clicking pleasantly against the polished floor. Instead of drab butler attire he wore a pair of smart black pants cut to flatter his slim frame, hips and long legs, outfitted with a white, Victorian-era blouse tucked into a crimson waist-clincher corset. Tumbling scarlet hair that reached the base of his back was piled up into a loose, messy bun at the base of his neck, his bangs having slipped free to fall into his face long ago. Red nails and long, dark lashes stood out in stark contrast to the porcelain white of his skin, unusual eyes of deep gold glowing with mischief from behind his glasses -- this was going to be such a lovely adventure! Perhaps he'd even make one or two friends on the way.
Slipping into the third floor lounge area as inconspicuously as a flamboyantly dressed, 5' 9" (11", with the heels) shinigami possibly could, Grell cocked his head to the side and allowed a slow-as-honey smile to curve his lips. Fabulous.
Where: White Magnolia • Here, there and eveywhere.
What: Dora the Explorer ain't got jack on Grell.~
When: 13/01 • Late afternoon.
Warnings: An insane prostitute running around a brothel? For now.
He probably wasn't supposed to. He probably wasn't supposed to, but that had never once stopped the fantastically red shinigami from bending the rules before. Grell had no problems when it came to selling his body -- attention was attention, wasn't it! -- but he would be damned if he was going to spend all day every day cooped up between bedrooms. No, no, no. If this was going to be his new home then he might as well learn then ins and outs, mightn't he? For a moment he'd considered adopting the disguise he'd used when wreaking havoc throughout London as Jack the Ripper, but had dismissed it almost as quickly. Aside from the fact that if he was unrecognizable he'd probably find himself thrown out for trespassing, he just couldn't bring himself to pull on that dull charade. Boring brown hair scraped back in a ponytail, plain features, frumpy clothes...
Grell wrinkled his nose just thinking about it.
So, it was as his true self that he strode down the hallways of the White Magnolia, the heels of his beautiful red stilettos clicking pleasantly against the polished floor. Instead of drab butler attire he wore a pair of smart black pants cut to flatter his slim frame, hips and long legs, outfitted with a white, Victorian-era blouse tucked into a crimson waist-clincher corset. Tumbling scarlet hair that reached the base of his back was piled up into a loose, messy bun at the base of his neck, his bangs having slipped free to fall into his face long ago. Red nails and long, dark lashes stood out in stark contrast to the porcelain white of his skin, unusual eyes of deep gold glowing with mischief from behind his glasses -- this was going to be such a lovely adventure! Perhaps he'd even make one or two friends on the way.
Slipping into the third floor lounge area as inconspicuously as a flamboyantly dressed, 5' 9" (11", with the heels) shinigami possibly could, Grell cocked his head to the side and allowed a slow-as-honey smile to curve his lips. Fabulous.