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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mia allen | evil dead | ota.

[detoxes]

[It’s late. Mia is tired. The bags under her eyes have bags. It’s that bad. Sleep evades her, as per usual, and she finds herself at the laundromat.

Keeping to herself, sitting scrunched up in a chair next to her spinning machine with her boots kicked up against the wall. Empty basket on the floor - the red spots are paint, don’t worry about it. The place is pretty empty - it’s way past midnight - so she takes up as much space as she pleases, occasionally casting a weary glance towards whoever or whatever makes any noise.]