The only way out is up (Complete)

[plzpookie]

Characters: Maureen Johnson, OPEN to anyone who wants to come across her. :3
Content: After breaking her engagement with Joanne, Maureen finds herself in a different Manhattan.
Location: Alphabet City
Time of day: Mid morning
Warnings: Maureen likes to flirt. A lot. And Franziska has a whip.

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[feelmywhip]

Franziska von Karma didn't have any 'friends' in this city yet, and as such had no obligations to anyone but herself for the time being. The talk with Tara Maclay had yielded a set of circumstances that she was loathe to even think about, let alone acknowledge as possible, and after the blackout and subsequent locking out, she'd decided that perhaps getting a better feel for this place would be the best idea. She wouldn't have Scruffy here to learn things for her, so she'd need to do it herself. (Even then, Scruffy hadn't really been the best choice when information transferal or gathering was involved so perhaps this hadn't changed anything after all

[plzpookie]

Maureen's gaze flickered around. The place certainly hadn't been this wrecked yesterday... She was ready to turn the corner when she felt a sharp lash at her thigh and the crack of a whip. What the...

A woman (pretty cute one, really) stepped out from around the corner... She smirked and dropped her hands from her belt loops so she could place them on her hips. "Ah, and you're one of those fools, right?" she shot back. "Look, I know lots of people live in New York... But this is the emptiest I've seen the streets... Ever. Not a single bum in sight."

She allowed her gaze to slide over the woman quickly before shrugging. "Whatever. But these buildings weren't this messed up yesterday either... So I really don't know what's going on."

[feelmywhip]

Franziska recoiled visibly at the accusation leveled at her before quickly regaining her former confidence and smirking smile. The whip twitched in her hand, though she didn't use it again for the moment. Her free hand moved to rest against her hip as she took in the woman's appearance. At least she looked like she belonged here... relatively speaking.

Apparently, she was also one of those 'newcomers.' What a foolish day this was going to be.

"You obviously have either just arrived or not been paying attention," came the answer as Franziska regarded her companion with a look of disdain. "Many people do live here, but there's a reason few dare to walk the streets these days. Yesterday for you wasn't yesterday for this city." The explanation wouldn't make any sense to the woman and Franziska was more than sure of this; however, the prosecutor liked to set up verbal traps for other people to fall into. It was part of her job description, after all.

[plzpookie]

Maureen tried to not look too pleased with herself as the woman reacted to her first accusation, of her being one of the fools. She should have been ready for such an attack, really, with the way her vocabulary was and all..

"Just arrived? Look, I've lived in New York all my life! It's never been like this before..." she trailed off as the woman continued. Pressing her lips together, she crossed her arms over her torso. "What the hell are you going on about? Is this some freaky alternate dimension shit that's going on? Or just one big practical joke?"