▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓(•·÷[ Jaqueline "Jackie" Anderson ]÷·•)▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
She's into superstition...
...black cats and voodoo dolls
The clock on her wall was an antique. It was carved hundreds of years ago out of mahogany and tinted on the edges of it's intricate curves in a fine gold paint. Yet the sound of it wasn't very soothing as she drowned it out with the soft scratching of her ball-point pen. The words were trailing off a little and all elegance that had been at the beginning of the paperwork was now gone. As her muscles twitch in her fingers, she comes to the realization that she has to stop now. In quiet resignation she places the smooth, plastic body of her only pen down on the paper she had been working on and rubs her hand tenderly with the other. With a single push she moves her chair back and stands from the hardwood seat before her humble faux-wood desk.
It was a basic desk with a flat top and three drawers on the right side. The third drawer had been banged into, so the thin gold metal handle was now hanging on just it's right side. Otherwise, it looked like the other two above it. On the surface, a single lamp sits next to scattered papers and a manilla folder closed, but with it's contents poking out in various directions. The lamp is a classic style with black chrome and a siler, ribbed neck. The bottom is a smooth circle with a little silver switch poking out of it and the top of the lamp is a bowl shape that angles down and shines light with a single 60 watt bulb. It was the focus of her room and the light shining down on it made it appear as a stage where as the bed is more like a curtain to the side. It's just a regular four-post bed with matching wood colors as her desk. A dresser drawer of a darker wood sits on the opposite wall of the bed with four drawers, the bottom one being twice the size of the three above it. Ontop of this are a few stuffed animals, or rather, stuffed monsters. There is a little yellow one with a long baby blue shirt and yellow snakes for hair. Another is a black dog with a skeleton face. Behind them are three katanas sitting on a pedestal. Of course these are show swords and not ones used for fighting. On the walls are various peices of art done by different people on the streets of the city. Most of them are dark subjects and stand nicely with her walls. Her walls are the most interesting and start with a rich, blood-colored red and blend into dark black as it travels up until it's pitch black on the ceiling. Where there would normally be a standard fan and light, she had one made for her that was rather different. In the center where a light would be, there is an actual moon and the fan blades are stars that glow in the dark. When turned on, the moon glows dully and the stars rotate around the moon. All her room is the cosmos and yet, as of late, her cosmos has been feeling a little cramped.
What time is it? For a moment she thinks about the time and then ponders even further as to what day it might be. For several sun falls she's been locked away in her room with the blinds of her windows drawn taunt and tight, allowing nothing of the outside world into her own. Somehow she had managed to make a prison within a prison and her room, that often gave her comfort, was starting to get under her skin. No, it was time to leave her dingy little apartment and venture back out into the world of life again. As a small growl travels through her belly, she grins and laughs to herself.
"Seems it's time to get something to eat as well."
The tips of her long black painted nails brush against her stomach for just a moment before reaching up into the air, accompanied by her other hand. In a slow, backwards motion she arches her spine and pops the joints back into place. It was a little hard to do, given the corset she is wearing, however. While she's been in her prison, she has given herself time to go to the restroom and bathe like any rational human being. So, for today, she wears a nice button up shirt with the first three buttons undone. A thin, red-leather corset wraps around her giving her a cinced waist as well as the appearance of a vest. Beneath that she wears a black mini-skirt that hides the garter belt beneath which holds up her long white stockings. Freshly cleaned hair is pulled back agonizingly tight and wrapped into a nice little bun on the back of her head. Only a few rebel strands dare to hang around her cheeks and are allowed freedom only because it helps give her a younger and more appealing look.
With a twist of her hips, she walks over in a dancing motion to her bedroom door and pushes it open into her bare-naked hallway. As she travels down the corridor she drags her feet so as to hear the fabric of her stockings rubbing against the rougher texture of the carpet beneath her toes. The sound gives her a few goosebumps on the back of her neck and she revels in the sensations of it. The hallway itself opens up into the living room with the kitchen on her right that is wide open with the flowing floorplan. She liked the idea of being able to cook dinner and watch her guests at the same time, even though she doesn't entertain guests at her own apartment. The carpet ends with a little square of hardwood before the front door. On the left is a small marble-top table for her to place her keys and wallet and on the right are her two black, mary-jane shoes patiently awaiting her. Eagerly she slips into them. She swipes up her keys and wallet and leaves her apartment with a soft click and a turn of the key.
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There is only one place to go for an excellent burger and that's the very diner that she was a waitress at in her early years. She never was allowed back into the kitchen, but she did work on the side with all the customers on it. So, it's not hard to imagine that when she walks in she is greeted by the staff and she, in turn, gives them the ever so popular pleasantries that come with acquaintances and former co-workers. Just as always, the ever so neat and ever in control of her world woman takes her seat at the same booth she always has. It's the third booth from the door on the left side. It's from this booth she is far enough in that she feels apart of the atmosphere but far enough out that she can watch those within and those coming in so she doesn't feel like she'll have any surprises. She sits always with the window on her right side, so she can watch the door directly infront of her.
Settled into the old, cracked pleather seating, she takes out a napkin from the dispenser and neatly swipes away at crumbs on the surface so they flick off onto the already dirty floor. Without needing to order anything, the waitress in charge for the evening comes nad brings her a glass of water while her food, already passed onto the chef, is being processed. As she sits in quiet, she drips water on her napkin and then uses it to polish away any smudges or rings of coffee from her table then neatly folds up the dirty parchment and sets it in the furthest corner from her facing the outside so the waitress can quickly pick it up. Then, she uses the moisture on the side of the glass to wash her hands a little and then folds her fingers neatly before herself. With her chin up, she then begins to observe the people around her, listening for anything that might be of interset to her.
I've got a premonition...
...this girl's going to make me fall
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【Location】● Apartment ➸ The Diner
【Companionship】● No One
【OOC】● Hello There <3
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