* DIVA / STAGE

dependent maureen johnson from broadway's rent. penned by trina. affiliated with legionshq.

[thespiansouls]

JOANNE / FTGAYS

for a moment, she’s surprised by her excitement. expecting maureen to be mad for ruining her fun. but here she was, acting like joanne was so special… arms slowly wrap around the other woman, a small smile gracing her lips now. maybe this is what they needed.

“i don’t know.. apparently no one knows.” she can’t help but snicker, placing her hands on her hips. 

the kisses catch her off guard, but she can’t help but grin, perhaps her first genuine grin since she got here. “one second.” joanne steps away from her, muttering something to her co worker as she unties her apron. “take a seat.” she offers, pulling it out for her. “and tell me all about it.”

                    maureen's curiosity peeks as joanne left her arms, a small confused smile forming on her red lips at the sight. is miss ivy league really working here ? in this small cafe ? rather than some of the small companies that popped up here ? it's an unsettling vision. she's far too used to joanne's silent lording over her upper class status— with her suits, apartment, etc.  “  aren't you a gentlewoman ?  ”  she teases, hip bumping against hers before settling down on the offered seat, legs automatically crossing & arms subconsciously settling on the back of the chair, a relaxed yet flirtatious posture.

                    “  i got a job !  ”  her tone emphasizes the last word. the diva of alphabet city's never had an official job until now. once she'd finished her schooling, she went off to create her own shows, to revolt against the government, gaining money from her parents & living with whoever she's with at the time.  “  a few, actually. i sing in some bars around this place. i can't believe working's this much fun.  ”  a loud laugh escapes her, grin bright. she fits in the small town perfectly, having no need to fight against inequality, & instead focusing on the things she loves, which right now is working in bars. they have everything she wants— a rowdy crowd, a fun aura, free drinks, a stage to sing in, all the attention she wanted, & hot people to flirt with.

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MARCUS / MARCUSALVCREZ‌

“Alright,” he sighed, putting his keys in his hand. “You see this?” he asked, putting each individual key in between each finger, “Keep the keys like this, if someone tries shit you can stab them with this”

                    “  aggressive much,  ”  she comments with a gasp, her shocked expression quickly turning to a giddy & approving smile,  “  i like it. alright then.  ”  maureen copies his actions, making sure to have a good grip of every key before punching the air.  “  i bet if i aim for the dick, it would be better.  ”

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LUCIFER / TEMPTER-LIGHTBRINGER

“Ahh everyone wants the specifics…” Lucifer said as he played on, looking a little bemused. “But the moment I actually explain things, they suddenly get skittish and flutter out the door because I’m ‘too forward’ and ‘they don’t like it’. So unless you think you can handle me… I mean, handle it,” he added coyly, fingers banging the notes out in a greater rapidity now, “… we should probably let the ideas trickle out.” He shifted into a more classical music piece rather than the moody, emotional deep rolls he was doing before. “That Mozart indeed. And judging by your lack of disbelief or shock, I’d guess that either you’re from another place as well, or have been around here long enough to stop being surprised by all of this. If that is the case… I might just need to keep you,” smiled the Devil to the blue eyed beauty. “It’s quite refreshing.”

                       lips press together in an attempt to muffle her laugh, only to give up after a few seconds. her ? get skittish ? over a forward guy ? that's practically impossible for her. as long as the guy's hot, they can be as forward as they want as long as they understood that her being fine with it is not a signal for them to either leave or find a dark corner somewhere.  “  let me get one more of this & you can throw anything at me,  ”  she cheekily grins, grabbing the bottle to refill her glass,  “  i'm always the one 'too forward' anyway. it'd be a nice change of pace.  ”

                       “  i'm the former, actually,  ”  she answers, motioning her drink towards him before taking a gulp,  “  but my world's not as interesting. no magic. no supernatural. or at least i don't think so...  ”  her nose scrunches in thought, how crappy would it be if she actually lived in a world filled with magic & the like but wasn't 'special' & therefore couldn't know about it. fuck. that would suck.  “  la vie boheme. it's how i live. living the bohemian life. just enjoying art, having few but deep connections, & going with the flow. if that meant accepting a man who met mozart, then...  ”  laying her elbows on the piano cover, she leans forward, her weight laid down on the piano, head tilted to the side, & a soft curve on her lips,  “  you've got to take me to dinner first before all that you know ?  ”

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JOANNE / FTGAYS

of course the first thing joanne did was get a job. sure it was low paying and back breaking but, it was income. and with no home or family in sight, that was all joanne could ask for. she’d been here only a week, learning to make coffee and wait tables for the very first time. miss ivy league really got a downgrade. not that she minded. it was quiet, here. no drama in sight. she could finally relax for a while. 

sure, she missed maureen. a lot, actually. but all she could hope for was her to pop up one way or another. and oh boy, did she. 

after the daily rush, she found herself rushing to clean the coffee machines, just in case things roar up again. but as a shrill voice fills the room, joanne can’t help but drop everything she’s holding onto. this can’t be real. but sure enough, there she was. her maureen. 

“ holy shit. what are you doing here? ”

                       “  what am i doing here ? what are YOU doing here ??  ”  maureen questions back, excitement filling her voice. she still can’t believe that joanne’s here. HERE !! in this weird cozy place that she’s getting used to. collins & angel were right, a small town like santa fe could calm her rebellious attitude & mellow out a bit of her dramatic side— there’s peace here that can never be found in man & money-eating new york.

                       her arms wrap tighter around the other brunette, taking in the warmth of the person she’s wished for ever since she got here. yeah, she might be a bitch sometimes for flirting around even when in front of joanne & she’s selfish when it comes to a lot of things. but joanne’s the first ( and hopefully last ) person she felt more than lust to, & their relationship is the only one she puts a true effort in to make them work.

                       stepping forward, maureen leaves a flurry of kisses on joanne’s cheek, grinning all the while.  “  when did you get here ? i can’t wait to tell you all about my time here. it’s great !!  ”

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closed starter for joanne jefferson ( @ftgays )

                        ever since ending up in this town, & man was that one shocking day, maureen gained a habit of travelling from her home to bars & back. it's not that she was moping, or in shock, or whatever problems people had when finding themselves in another world— it's just that she had nothing else to do. her love for drama & performance were completely achieved working as a singer in a few different bars in this town, & her need for revolution was nulled in this town with its lack of connection to the government.

                        the diva could have continued this routine, would have loved to, but when one of her co-workers chatted her up, started talking about a brand new cafe with rowdy & entertaining customers— similar to the life cafe. she just HAD to see it. so here she is. a block away from the cafe, wearing an outfit half-leather & half-revealing. maureen takes a step forward, only to falter when she caught a familiar silhouette... by silhouette, really, it's just a familiar back side— one she's admired wayy too many times.  “  joanne ?  ”  the name slips from her mouth, ending her motionless shock & causing her to run towards the woman. as soon as she reaches her, the bohemian quickly wraps her arms around her waist, red lips forming a wide grin as she shouts,  “ pookie !! you're here !!  ”

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LUCIFER / TEMPTER-LIGHTBRINGER

Now that is a specimen of humanity. One that almost caused Lucifer himself to miss a note as he looked up into the most incredible set of eyes, attached to an incredibly pretty face, attached to an incredibly perfect body. Damn, he thought to himself, looking back to the piano. “I’d be willing to share many things with you darling,” he promised her as she came over to the bar and poured two drinks. “Never? Well that’s a compliment then. I remember Mozart bitching a bit as I went through and attempted to educate that little arse on this. Later it was called the ‘Ninth Symphony’ or whatever. But few have ever heard the original interpretation of it.” 

                       maureen once told joanne, her kind of ex-girlfriend, all about how she’d been in the spotlight of several men & women’s gazes ever since puberty— & not once during their argument did she have to personally say how much she enjoyed it. it’s clear, from the way she smirks at the sight of someone gazing her, posture straightening, & hips swaying further. it feels great to be praised for her beauty & more so if the man’s not bad looking.  “  oh ? & what things specifically ?  ”  she asks with a chuckle leaving her lips,  “  i might as well take note of them.  ”  finishing her first drink for the day, much needed in her opinion, the stage diva continues,  “  mozart ? you don’t mean that mozart, right ? if you’re trying to impress a girl... consider me very very impressed. ”

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MARCUS / MARCUSALVCREZ

“You’re not supposed to hide them,” he sighed, “alright, these are supposed to be used as weapons. You know wolverine? Kinda like that except with keys”

                     “  who ?  ”  what the hell was a wolverine ? maureen’s never heard of that name, not the animal, & especially not the comic character. give her almost unknown musicals during the 70′s & she’d be able to state characters & plot easily but anything other than her version of art— music & drama, & she’s clueless.

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MARCUS / MARCUSALVCREZ

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“I suggest, my friend,” he said as he put a hand on the others shoulder, “if you want to go near here, you try not to look like a creep while doing it” he growled, pushing the other into a wall before walking up to her. “And as for you, young lady, I suggest you walk with key’s in your hand like this” he said, taking his keys and putting them in between his hands like claws.

                     “  are you really going to warn me off just cause a guy tried to attack me ?  ”  maureen asks with her arms crossed & a raised eyebrow. sure, she’s pleased that the bastard got pushed after attacking her. but it’s not her fault that some weirdo tried that. rolling her eyes, she clasps her keys in the same manner being taught to her,  “  you know, this isn’t gonna help, right ? if some guy wants to steal from me, hiding my keys isn’t going to change that.  ”

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LUCIFER / TEMPTER-LIGHTBRINGER

Fingers played over the piano slowly. It was almost like the music could pull feelings from the air, weaving them into a tapestry of emotions and then wash them over those standing around. It was baleful, melodic and there was a lot of soul in it as well. Things were weighing heavily on the Devil today, and his emotions as well played out through the music. Finally he raised his head up and grunted. “All right… at least you can bring me something to drink,” he said, nodding towards the bar and the bottle that sat on it. “And grab two glasses… I hate to drink alone…”

                    living a bohemian lifestyle meant that maureen’s surrounded by music on a daily basis, & that was before she got here & finally got her first job as a bar singer. she’s used to it. she loves it. & it calls to her to the point of her body often unconsciously moving towards its source.  “  fine,  ”  maureen responds in slight exasperation, having a heavy dislike to being bossed around,  “  but only cause that’s one expensive bottle you’re willing to share.  ”  making a quick trip to grab the bottle & glasses, she sets them by the piano’s lid & quickly pours them both a drink.  “  so...  ”  she pauses to take a sip, nose crinkling at the taste, too expensive in her opinion,  “  your personal creation or someone else’s ? i’ve never heard of it before.  ”

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               *:･ﾟ ♬      ❝  I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO LOVE MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE AT ONCE.

LEGIONSHQ TASK 001: WANTED CONNECTION FOR MAUREEN & MOLLY ( @hcvrglcss ) — POLY RELATIONSHIP.

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CLOSED STARTER / @borncliche

                    “  sit, drink, whatever...  ”  maureen mumbles, her lips pressed against an almost empty beer bottle & a hand waving at the empty seat beside her. there’s nothing to drink about, nothing to celebrate or get pissed of. maybe she should get pissed that she’s stuck in an unfamiliar town, that she’s left her friends, but her bohemian lifestyle prevented that— la vie boheme, they’d shout, always living at the moment & never clinging to life. so here she is, in the bar she works at, finishing her 5th drink for the day for no apparent reason.

[hyacinthlbridgerton]

                              favorite character + hogwarts houses  →  maureen johnson

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CASSIE / CFLEGENDARY

Cassie was DDing for a friend she made at school, and had a big ol’ X on her hand to prove it.  Plus she was to much of a goody two shoes to ever own a fake id with a cop for a step dad.  “As fun as it was.. I can’t go near the bar.” She explained motioning to the back of her hand..

                      “  damn,  ”  fingers snap & tongue click against the roof of her mouth to express her slight disappointment. there goes that plan. maybe she’ll get her drink later— there’s always a drunk with a huge wallet around this bar anyway.  “  so either you’re underaged, the driver, or someone who got too violent after drinking... which one is it ?  ”

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PENELOPE / XVOICESOFTHESTARSX

“Trying to get home,” the redhead replied with a sigh. Can’t really fault her for thinking it’s weird, a lot of people back on Earth would have thought it was weird too. Holding up the card box, she explained. “I’m from a dimension that can only be reached through reflective surfaces, and only because I have this.”

                    well. she sounds drunk. or high right now. or maybe she’s the one drunk. probably. maureen hasn’t encountered anyone, until now, who had abilities that could be considered fictional. & sure, this whole mess of being stuck somewhere that isn’t new york sounds fictional & should make her believe in them, but she’s been in denial.  “  right... a black box can make you pass through objects. ”

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EMMA / TINYXVICTORIES

“ you know you were actually pretty good up there.” a warm smile as she looked to the female that had sat beside her, her hands holding her own beer bottle tightly. under age drinking wasn’t something she particularly promoted at home but maybe here she should do the things she didn’t get chance to at lakewood. maybe here she could stand a chance of doing normal things or at least some of them. “so what can i get you?”

                      “  thank you,  ”  there’s no modesty in maureen’s tone, having expected a reply similar to that. she took pride of her arts & held a confidence almost seemingly arrogant to those who weren’t used to her behavior.  “  hmm...  ”  her eyes briefly scan the menu in between them,  “  buy me what you’re having ?  ”

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SANDY / IRCNBCUND

glancing over the blonde looked at the girl with frowned brows at her comment. add her number? now how the hell did sandy do that? she had no idea. when she got lessons upon purchasing it she couldn’t remember them all now. licking her lips and looking back to the phone she laid it on the table and shook her head. “i don’t even know how to do that!” she groaned as she rubbed her face in irritation. “please help me.” she almost begged.

                    “  hey, relax. i’ll help,  ”  maureen isn’t a person who’d willingly volunteer to help someone she doesn’t know ( or even know— par joanne & mimi ) but she could understand the whole ‘lost in the future & its tech’ vibe going on. it took her a while to understand her new phone & she lived in an era with cellphones.  “  do you know anything about it ? how to open it ? how to contact someone ?  ”

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CAITLIN / OFSCAVENGCRS

“You have a very charming way to point out things, really….” Caitlin was not sure if this was Killer Frost speaking, but then, the statement was still true. “And I would not mean something stronger, but… sure. Something sweet works as well. Thank you,” she nodded and gave the other a small smile.

                        “  i try,  ”  maureen shot back with a loud chuckle, she knows she’s too blunt sometimes, caring about number one ( herself ) first before others, but its the charm that got her joanne & her exes so why should she complain ?  “  you’re welcome. now come on, let’s get you something to eat,  ”  she doesn’t know whether the woman would enjoy being dragged around the town so maureen just motions her head to the side, indicating for her to follow.