Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-08-19 04:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, joe o'hara, john constantine, maryanne walker (oe) |
Who: Maryanne
Where: Wheel 1 her new restaurant.
What: Bonding?
When: After the arrival
Rating: TBD
Open: to John, Edward, and or Joe
Status: On going
Impeccably clean hands and wax paper were two of her secret ingredients in every thing she made. Currently she was kneading out some dough on one of the larger tables that was in eyeshot of the kitchen, in case John needed her for anything, eyeshot of the play area that had been set up for her kids. Baby wrangling fence in place, though her's weren't really babies anymore. It kept them all out of trouble, giving them boundaries with a little freedom. With plenty of foam play mat on the floor to keep them safe. Maryanne had her long dark hair tied up in a tail, to keep it out of her face, that bobbed with each forceful push of the heels of her hands into the roll in front of her. Today she was more dressed than most, a tshirt the older versions of her kids had made for her, it bore a picture of her whole family-John included- on the front and on the back. An apron was tied over dark color denim pants. But her feet were bare. It might be troublesome when it came to shifting, to be that clothed, but only the jeans would suffer. As was habit, she'd started humming as she worked. This one, this song that she hummed, seemed suited though. 'Bad moon rising' by Creedence Clearwater. "Don't go around tonight, it's bound to take your life. There's a Bad moon on the rise." |