Dirty laundry

[cutenonny]

the LAUNDROMAT

Perhaps you live in a dorm or an apartment that hasn't seen renovations since the eighties. Maybe your luck has really dried up and your washing machine at home broke the night before a job interview and you haven't done a load of laundry in two weeks. Whatever your story is you've ended up at the local 24-hour laundromat. It could be creeping in on midnight or three in the morning. Either way, the place is a dead zone. Leaving you floating in a liminal space where reality has been stripped down to the sounds of clattering quarters and the continuous thrum of the machines under the buzz of neon lights. This would be a horrible time to bump into someone you know, or worse - a complete stranger while you're staring into the middle distance in nothing but your American flag boxers reading a paperback.

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Blythe Danner Marvel OC/OTA

[byebyebirdy]

[Being in one place for over three months has taught her one thing: everything accumulates. The dishes in the sink, the trash, fast food menus and those aren't so bad, the perfect escapable and disposable things they are. She has a special hatred for the laundry, the mess it makes is perpetual and the more concerted her effort to avoid the heap the bigger it gets. She could toss the clothes too but that leads to it's own kind of special hell and Blythe isn't ready to dwell on the thought of shopping, how easily exhausted her mind gets because there's too many fucking colors on the rack and who gives a shit if she's a cold winter, she'll wear orange even it makes her look yellow (honestly, the nonsense people say...).

So she's here, in some ratty hoodie and sweat pants, counting change in her hand for the machine.]