<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/288563ba-7db0-47f7-98f9-d9539e58ac04_zpscc962643.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Josie Posie<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Radio Hostess<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Employee Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=99726003)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Wesley, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hearing the door to the lounge open and close, Josie peeked over the edge of her book. It was good to see that they were relaxed about how people dressed around here. She hadn't seen many people yet and had been worried that her outfit wouldn't fit in. Not to mention that her last job at the Wobby Radio Shack was awful. For a music place, they'd been oddly strict. Uniforms and what not.<br/><br/>"Coffee? Oh, no, but thank you. Unless it's got a shot of rum in it, I never touch the stuff," she declined with a smile. People sure seemed friendly around this town. Even those strange men wearing the balaclava and short capes working at that sporting good store called<em>Playball</em>who sold her that nice tennis racket. Josie wasn't sure why she needed a tennis racket, since she had never played before, but when he showed it to her, she decided she had to have it.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm new to town. I've been here about three weeks. Though I spent that first week pushing my car to the place I'm staying," she wasn't about to leave it at the Arby's.<br/><br/>Why was it hard making conversation? Josie was a fairly confident person, but new people worried her sometimes, "So, what do you think of that explosion?" people kept insisting it didn't happen, but she'd seen the blast from the sidewalk when it happened. There were at least a hundred witnesses. And people insisted it didn't happen even before she brought it up. So obviously it did, right?<br/><br/>"Do think like that happen a lot around here?"