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Tell me Margaret, what is coming down this river? You've been watching so much longer now than I.
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Post by Iola Hyde on Dec 29, 2019 10:15:07 GMT
[attr="class","box2"]Never did Iola think that she would end up in Louisiana, USA. She'd surfed the shores of Australia, hiked the mountains in Switzerland, trekked the sand dunes of Egypt, and now... Bogged through the backwood swamps of New Orleans. It was less than ideal. Not that it was the worst place in the world, Iola just had never imagined herself having to follow her self-proclaimed brother into southern America to beg him for an interview with his boss, just so she could sustain her frivolous lifestyle.
Being in The Rising Sun before opening was peculiar - Iola had been there plenty of times when the party was in full swing. Sometimes to harass Orin, most of the time to get blitzed out of her mind, find a fresh freak to blow her mind and leave them before they wake the next morning. Never had she seen the place this empty. Her heels echoed off of the slightly sticky wooden floors as she made her way to the back. The owner, an Atticus Caine, would supposedly be there to interview Iola. Probably wanted a performance as the siren was asking for a job as one of the singers on rotation. Didn't want her to be a screeching cat or something, right?
Iola nervously checked herself before knocking on the closed door. Dress? Impeccable. Hair? Downright flawless. Sheet music? Tucked into her bra, just in case she needed to provide a piano accompaniment. Had to cover her bases, of course. She couldn't remember the last time she was this unraveled. Probably when her last husband died and left his estate to her, the way too young widow, when his significantly older children didn't get a penny. Iola was certain they were plotting her murder after that one. They were all probably in nursing homes or dead themselves now. All the money was certainly blown, which lead to the siren's current situation.
With a breath of finality, Iola strongly knocked on the heavy door, waiting for whatever would meet her on the other side. [newclass=.box2]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box2::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #BE81A3;[/newclass] | I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in Words:385 |
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