Max Guevara {x5-452} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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paradisalogs2012-07-03 12:34 pm
whatialways_do) wrote in paradisalogs2012-07-03 12:34 pm
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Who: Max Guevara and YOU
What: Working at the Lux which is now 40s bound.
When: Tuesday, July 3rd
Where: The Lux
Rating: PG-TBD
Notes: Prose or action spam welcome. Feel free to tag around with each other if you like, but each of you will get a Max one way or another.
[Max would personally like to know when this insanity with her workplace was going to stop.
Not that she minds the atmosphere, but she picks out her own clothes every day for a reason. She doesn't trust the castle's fashion choices. She enjoys her jeans, tight leather, and everything else. She didn't ask to have her wardrobe altered upon arrival to work. She especially didn't ask for a skirt.
Yet, every time she walks through the door, she's instantly dressed according to the castle's liking. At least today's skirt actually leaves her with room to move. She's not even going to touch what it did to her hair.
Regardless, she is there, behind the bar, and trying not to complain. It's not anyone's fault but the castle, so she might as well shut up about it. But that won't stop her from frowning at herself in every reflective surface.]
What: Working at the Lux which is now 40s bound.
When: Tuesday, July 3rd
Where: The Lux
Rating: PG-TBD
Notes: Prose or action spam welcome. Feel free to tag around with each other if you like, but each of you will get a Max one way or another.
[Max would personally like to know when this insanity with her workplace was going to stop.
Not that she minds the atmosphere, but she picks out her own clothes every day for a reason. She doesn't trust the castle's fashion choices. She enjoys her jeans, tight leather, and everything else. She didn't ask to have her wardrobe altered upon arrival to work. She especially didn't ask for a skirt.
Yet, every time she walks through the door, she's instantly dressed according to the castle's liking. At least today's skirt actually leaves her with room to move. She's not even going to touch what it did to her hair.
Regardless, she is there, behind the bar, and trying not to complain. It's not anyone's fault but the castle, so she might as well shut up about it. But that won't stop her from frowning at herself in every reflective surface.]
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[thinks on this for a moment]
Maybe this place'll turn into Crash on my birthday.
[or, you know, something classier]
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Me and my friends used to chill there back home.