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Wren is a girl mad as birds (ex_oiseau148) wrote in rooms,

ziegfield: log -- wren/mk
[The shock of red is too unique to miss.

Wren prowls the audience before the show, one of many pretty girls who smile and entertain and don't let anyone touch. She's feathers, silver and white and a blonde wig with fat ringlets tucked under. She's going to dye it again; her boss wants her to, and she's under probation since the incident with Luke in the flies. She's going to dye it soon, but she hasn't yet, and she's messy brown after the show, still silver and white, as she goes to look for the woman she caught a glimpse of before the lights shone down on her.

She smiles when she sees her. Maybe she shouldn't, because she knows things are different now. They'd made up in Vegas, bygones and friends again, but MK is power now. Wren knows, and she approaches really, really carefully.

Still, her smile is genuine warmth, and she reaches out to hands covered in silver silk, gloves to her elbows, and she really does love this life.] Hi.