<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Fishnet & Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>NPC Bandmates(Ernie (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3c/13/1c/3c131c2574fc3d742e18b3b71d49005b.jpg) ; Greg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/7d/db/147ddba132ad6d7ac1ae4aab4eab875b.jpg) ; Lee (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/80/23/cb/8023cb8199921c444358b137e9ac10c3.jpg)) | Everyone(Sorta); Jonas | Closed<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Affection ended, Naomi caught sight of Jonas sitting on the picnic table near the shallow end of the pool and she gave him a wave.  It was brief and somewhat lazy, but it was more than anyone else got before the band started the next number.<br/><br/>"This one's called Feminine Mystique."<br/><br/>She purred into the mike and pulled it from the stand, carrying it with her as she drifted away from her bandmates and into the detritus scattered at the opposite end of the pool.  She sang low, with the mike close to her lips, which made her smokey voice that much more intimate and intense.  The music was soft, as well, with a rhythmic back beat eerily similar to the lub-dub of a heart, and the chords were all over the place, purposefully discordant and unearthly.<br/><br/>She moved with a slinky, graceless beauty through the piles of dead leaves, kicking them up into the air and bending her body in ways that were both uncomfortably sensual and unnatural.  The atmosphere lent its self well to the ghostly music they produced and the harsh lyrics sung in a lover's tone.<br/><br/>"the tokes I'm takin'<br/>the hearts I'm breakin'<br/>the taste of satan<br/>like gin and bacon<br/><br/>you're tellin' me be good<br/>girls in this world should<br/>ladies never spit or curse<br/>so I swallow, what's worse?<br/>never give it up on the first<br/>so I don't date, what's worse?<br/>let's converse about the inverse<br/>of what's adverse, and what's worse<br/><br/>you say girls should be gentle<br/>but I like it rough<br/>you say ladies should be modest<br/>I'm callin' your bluff<br/>A freak in the sheets<br/>and a nun in the streets<br/>I'ma cheat like keats,<br/>show the whole world my treats.<br/><br/>flippant, vain, inconstant<br/>childish, proud, fanciful<br/>pivoting in an instant<br/>I'm so timeless and classical<br/>a masterpiece by Dali<br/>meltin' like a clock<br/>the surrealist of the real<br/>curing impotence like Jonas Salk<br/><br/>the cocks I'm suckin'<br/>the hits I'm duckin'<br/>the feel of hatin'<br/>ain't so devastatin'"