Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie!; [ She's only arrived here a few days ago--enough to learn the bare minimum the scantist of the ropes--and it's enough for her to decide she absolutely hates it. It would be one thing if it was like a retreat in the Catskills, but it's not: it's an endless night--evening?--and, to put it bluntly, it fucking sucks. It sucks, and it's less because she looks like hell, although she does. Her version of hell, anyway: she's only got a three lipsticks in her purse, and her hair isn't perfect and prim, although she's done her best with what she's given. It's more that she feels completely and utterly useless. Her life has fallen apart for the second time.
She's from the upper west side, what the hell does she have to offer here?
Bright side of the situation: there are new clothes. Clothes! Midge is over the moon. There's a giddiness that settles pleasantly in her stomach, and she finds it's similar to walking into B. Altman when she has cash to burn. Something new. Something interesting. Something she's good at.
The clothes themselves, they're more costumes than anything, but that doesn't seem to bother her as she shifts through them, looking just a little bit like a raccoon sifting through garbage. A fabulous raccoon, of course. A Chanel raccoon. Finally, she thinks: somewhere I can be useful. ]
I can work with this. I can definitely work with this--Oh. [ She pulls out a rather risque looking version of a cat costume. ] I think there might be some lingerie mixed in here.
SOS; If they want help, don't you think this guy ought to be a little more specific? At least draw us a map. It's the vague leading the blind over here.
Wildcard; [ Despite her refusal to take off her heels, Miriam's trying her best to at least help out. She's one hell of a cook--don't be surprised if she grabs you to taste a soup she's put together. Otherwise, there's a girl dressed as close as she can to the 50s, trying her best to smile, sometimes writing in a pink notebook. If you want something more specific, go ahead and message me! ]
Miriam Maisel | The Marvelous Mrs Maisel
[ She's only arrived here a few days ago--enough to learn the bare minimum the scantist of the ropes--and it's enough for her to decide she absolutely hates it. It would be one thing if it was like a retreat in the Catskills, but it's not: it's an endless night--evening?--and, to put it bluntly, it fucking sucks. It sucks, and it's less because she looks like hell, although she does. Her version of hell, anyway: she's only got a three lipsticks in her purse, and her hair isn't perfect and prim, although she's done her best with what she's given. It's more that she feels completely and utterly useless. Her life has fallen apart for the second time.
She's from the upper west side, what the hell does she have to offer here?
Bright side of the situation: there are new clothes. Clothes! Midge is over the moon. There's a giddiness that settles pleasantly in her stomach, and she finds it's similar to walking into B. Altman when she has cash to burn. Something new. Something interesting. Something she's good at.
The clothes themselves, they're more costumes than anything, but that doesn't seem to bother her as she shifts through them, looking just a little bit like a raccoon sifting through garbage. A fabulous raccoon, of course. A Chanel raccoon. Finally, she thinks: somewhere I can be useful. ]
I can work with this. I can definitely work with this--Oh. [ She pulls out a rather risque looking version of a cat costume. ] I think there might be some lingerie mixed in here.
SOS;
If they want help, don't you think this guy ought to be a little more specific? At least draw us a map. It's the vague leading the blind over here.
Wildcard;
[ Despite her refusal to take off her heels, Miriam's trying her best to at least help out. She's one hell of a cook--don't be surprised if she grabs you to taste a soup she's put together. Otherwise, there's a girl dressed as close as she can to the 50s, trying her best to smile, sometimes writing in a pink notebook. If you want something more specific, go ahead and message me! ]