<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Mim/ff2d57dd-00b4-4897-ac31-3d83579a58e8.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Jemima ‘Mim’ Morgaine / Mad Madam Mim<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Enjoying her afternoon, trying to find out what all the yelling is about<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Peter, Rachel, Open<br/><br/>Even with her earbuds in Mim had been able to hear the infernal peppy screaming coming from a stupid bullhorn in the gym. It wasn't like she couldn't listen to Cage the Elephant later, so she popped them out of her ears. "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" streamed from the small bedazzled bug like earpieces that dangled around her neck as she walked towards the gym. At least the voice was coming from a guy. If he was cute Mim figured she could forgive him for interupting her musical interlude.<br/><br/>Busting into the gym like she owned the place, both doors swung open as she strolled in. Her heels clacked against the hardwood floor as she made her way towards the two people handing out flyers. Noticing the guy with the bull horn Mim took a moment to give him a once over. ~<em>Not bad...To clean though</em>~ Stretching as she finished her stroll over she stopped in front of Peter and smiled at him, moving her glasses down to the end of her nose so that she could look over the frames. "Hey there! What in the bluest of all blue hells is all the shouting about?" She leaned in and lowered her voice only slightly, it taking on a mischievous and playful tone. "Is someone starting a fight club? Cause if so, I'm in."<br/><br/>Standing back up she straightened her skirt, which had a habit of riding up just a little to far when she decided to bend over. Looking over at Rachel she smirked at her and crinkled her nose. "Hey Blondie, I'll take one of those flyer thingies you got." Mim wiggled her finger towards the flyers in Rachel's hand before holding out her own hand waiting for a flyer. Hand still open she turned her attention back to Peter. ~<em>Eh, why the hell not</em>~ "I'm Jemima, everyone calls me Mim though. I don't think I've ever bumped into you at a party or anything fun before." She smiled and flipped her hair, the action with her hair seeming almost unintentional.