Juliette "Mischief"Lorelli

If ever a girl passes you by With a smirk on her lips and a gleam in her eye- Tip your hat and bid her good day, Then turn around and walk away. Don't look back or she'll take you in, With her rosy cheeks and her sly grin. Cover your ears before she can speak, Or her infectious laugh will make you weak. If you chance to hear her name, You may be trapped inside her game. She doesn't bite nor does she hurt But it's in her nature to be a flirt. She won't stay long, so don't fret, But Mischief is the girl you'll never forget. [RP Account]

[msarcheron]

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

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Maybe if my cousin hadn't decided to shuffle all the receipts in an attempt to act like he was playing poker, ask me tons of questions about why I'm not friends with a ton of girls, and when I plan on getting married if I should learn how to cook...

I wouldn't have kicked him out.

Break time. Finally.

[hathawayfans-blog]

Anne Hathaway

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

Luna...wow...

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

Re-casting A League of their Own:

Mischief as Mae Mordabito.

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

The wine is better suited in my stomach than in this dish....Hey Lu! What year is this?

[classdxlrey]

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There. Your face looks so much better, Miss Marlowe. Anyone would be so lucky to get this pack of cigarettes.

*Original post here*

[brooklyn-luna]

Very nice. That’s one way to make good use of your time at work.

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

You know...I just like improvin' the truth a little bit...

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There. Your face looks so much better, Miss Marlowe. Anyone would be so lucky to get this pack of cigarettes.

*Original post here*

[jackkellystories]

Stance on clowns?

I don’t want to hurt Medda’s business by insulting clowns. For some reason, she thinks they’re an effective way of selling candy to children. Maybe it’s a Swedish thing. I should be glad she’s selling candy and not pickled herrings or flat-packed furniture.

But you saw how quickly I grabbed Dave’s tie and got the hell away when the clown showed up. And we weren’t even in a dark alleyway or nothing. 

Also, this. We all use Merchant’s, and we all float:

[newsie-rails]

I’m the manliest man that ever… man’lied?

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

Have you been drinking?

[jackkellystories]

Stance on clowns?

I don’t want to hurt Medda’s business by insulting clowns. For some reason, she thinks they’re an effective way of selling candy to children. Maybe it’s a Swedish thing. I should be glad she’s selling candy and not pickled herrings or flat-packed furniture.

But you saw how quickly I grabbed Dave’s tie and got the hell away when the clown showed up. And we weren’t even in a dark alleyway or nothing. 

Also, this. We all use Merchant’s, and we all float:

[newsie-rails]

I am a man and man enough to admit I hate ‘em clowns.

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

Punching walls because you're so angry and scared? How manly.

[jackkellystories]

Stance on clowns?

I don’t want to hurt Medda’s business by insulting clowns. For some reason, she thinks they’re an effective way of selling candy to children. Maybe it’s a Swedish thing. I should be glad she’s selling candy and not pickled herrings or flat-packed furniture.

But you saw how quickly I grabbed Dave’s tie and got the hell away when the clown showed up. And we weren’t even in a dark alleyway or nothing. 

Also, this. We all use Merchant’s, and we all float:

[newsie-rails]

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

I sell candy just fine without being a clown.

Our candy appeals to children just fine. Maybe if Medda's candy wasn't so stale...

Rails. Be a man.

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Her eyelids were heavy. The ink in the ledgers were running together and her numbers were getting sloppier by the hour. It was her own damn fault for waiting too long to finish the books, and now she was paying for it.

"Just a few more..." Mischief said to herself as she leaned against the counter. She was lucky it was slow and that very few customers wanted sweets. Her luck could only last so long. The bell rang as the door opened.

"Great." She muttered before putting on a fake smile.

"Good morning. How may I help you?"

[thebrooklynunion]

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I look like one of those rich broads.

[brooklyn-luna]

Care for a drink? || Mischief

[brooklyn-luna]

Sure. How about a written note? 

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

So long as your grandma uses that fancy handwriting.

[brooklyn-luna]

Care for a drink? || Mischief

[brooklyn-luna]

She did and if I remembered correctly she said “Holy Mother of God… I’m in hell… Save me from this wretched devil incarnate.” while I pushed her to the ground with a blanket to put out the fire. I saved her life!

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

Please give me an engraved invitation to your exorcism!

[brooklyn-luna]

Care for a drink? || Mischief

[brooklyn-luna]

More like cursing in a form of prayers. God forbid she uses the Lord’s name in vain.

Oh I know a thing or two about playing the part. I’ll fix you up real hoity toity.

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

Please tell me she cursed in Latin, for my own twisted amusement.

Oh, I can get myself ready just fine. I just need to borrow a dress. Mine won't fit the wealthy criteria. And while you're at it, sew my mouth shut.

[brooklyn-luna]

Care for a drink? || Mischief

[brooklyn-luna]

Completely accidental! She should have known better than to trust me with lighting candles.

You should wear my red dress, love. Maybe switch our dresses throughout the night as well.

[mischief-lorelli-blog]

You and fire. Even I know better than to let you near fire. I bet she made a joyful noise...

Maybe tousle our hair a bit...smear some rouge. We have to stay classy and "rich" overall...