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Post by thursday jezebel roe on Feb 14, 2017 19:46:03 GMT -5
  Thursday’s day off was Monday. Jokes about that had grown old a long time ago. Typically, she used the time to run errands, stock her refrigerator with food, and make sure she had all the things she needed for another week at the studio. She made sure her designs were ready, or at least in her mind to be drawn out during her free time during the rest of the week, and then spent the evening relaxing and prepping for the busy days to come. Every other day she came home just ready to flop on her couch with Netflix and not move until bedtime. So, Monday was her ‘get stuff done’ day. Today, her plans were a little bit different though, and Thursday found herself wandering in an area of the city she didn’t often go to, checking the address on her phone for the fifth time as she turned up another street and moved through the thinning crowd to the tall red brick building.
Lomax was one of her favourite clients. He was funny, and creative. Thursday always had a lively session when he came in, and there was never any long periods of silence in which she had to ask Harley to turn up the music so she didn’t feel herself going crazy being trapped with her own thoughts for company while someone laid before her as a blank canvas while she hammered at their skin with a needle and ink. When he asked her to pose as a model for him for a shoot he was doing, she barely hesitated. Thursday was the type of girl who believed every experience should be embraced. Far too much of her life had already been wasted and made to sound like some kind of weird story. She wanted the rest to be wild, full of adventures and tales that made her laugh into her old age. Her sister had chosen a life of safety and conservative opinions, but Thursday was the opposite. She wanted to live on the edge, to taste her freedom and feel her heart racing as she breathed in the moment and made her decisions with spontaneity and mischief.
Thursday checked the address for a final time before locking her phone and slipping it into the back pocket of her skin tight jeans. She climbed the steps and then tried the door, which was locked tight. Turning, she saw the intercom system to the side and pressed her finger against the one that matched the address Lomax had text her. It buzzed for a few seconds and then she heard the familiar click of someone at the other end. “Thursday, reporting for duty!” She said, leaning in close, and not for a second thinking that someone other than Lomax might have answered the call up to the studio space. The door clicked, and Thursday quickly let herself in before the lock engaged again. She chose the stairs over the elevator, and then opened the glass door she spied Lomax through. “I’m ready for my close up!” She joked, poking her head around the door and batting her thick eyelashes playfully. Thursday was rarely ever serious, and she was excited to see what today brought about. Lomax was always fun, but for once he was the one in charge and giving orders, not her. It was going to shake up the dynamic, and that alone captured Thursday’s wild curiosity.
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TAGGED! Lomax Huntley Greene
WORDS! 576!
OUTFIT! Tatted Trouble!
LYRICS! Song For Lovers - - - The Do
NOTES!
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