<div class="floatleft">(https://36.media.tumblr.com/788ca0ab87826443eb28acae5797dde3/tumblr_o1pz1sK49u1tyhl08o6_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mildred Voigt<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Judge<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong>Outside Granny's Restaurant | Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Work Clothes (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/28/1a/fa/281afa3e19848a514b75f04372b99954.jpg) and Family Heirloom (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9c/46/8c/9c468cb06f8ae4070e6312efe8f526f0.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<hr/><br/><em>Nothing lasts. <br/>To wish otherwise is a pointless endeavor. <br/></em><br/>It had been little more than two months. Already, the pile of garbage she purchased from a supposedly reputable merchant failed her. Sometime, in the guise of nightfall, her obsidian, two-door refrigerator put itself out of its misery in a rather dramatic fashion. She learned of its untimely demise and betrayal when the heady scent of thick, black smoke and spoiled food wafted underneath her sensitive nose, rousing her earlier than planned from fitful rest.<br/><br/>Due to a loss of her perishable goods, Mildred was forced to speed through her exuberant routine, leaving her in an even sourer mood than usual. Her glacial blue eyes lowered to the clock within her corral red Dodge Viper GTS. A displeased noise escaped her mouth before her upper lip curled upward with obvious disgust. All manner of barbaric swine were assembled outside of the subpar restaurant. Her displeasure only deepened when her gaze peered past those who loitered outside Granny’s doors to take note of those positioned near the front windows.<br/><br/>Fingertips drummed an impatient tune against her knee as Mildred contemplated if she truly wished to venture into the discord of the establishment or appease her appetite with something marauded from the lunchroom in the courthouse. Her rising hunger waned slightly at the mere thought of putting any food found within those cabinets upon her tongue. Despite the stinging verbal lashes she administered daily upon the cleaning staff, their standard for cleanliness did not meet her standards.<br/><br/>Disorderly as she might be, Mildred trusted Granny to be…<br/><br/>Her rush of judgments ceased abruptly when she noticed a bumbling imbecile fall onto her empty head. Well, not exactly but it was close enough. She merely arched a thin eyebrow when all manner of men and beasts rushed to the woman’s aid.<br/><br/>The engine ceased its gentle purr as one stocking covered leg extended out from the cool interior of her car into the gentle warmth of the sunlight. A soft beeping sound, the alarm being triggered, signaled after she closed the door. It was an old habit and cautiousness she could never be rid of even though no one would dare lay a finger upon her prized baby. Still, even as she stood there, stomach growling with increasing loudness. She could not command her feet to step in the direction of that shack. Whoever crafted that piece of shit and had the audacity to sell it to her would not remember peace after they had felt her fury.<br/><br/>“You there.” Her commanding voice was no higher than a whisper but nevertheless it still reached her target. “Come here.” Millie lifted her finger, making a beckoning motion with her hand.