MY NAME IS BARBARA

"Please don't call me Barbie", she said with discernable acid in her voice. I nodded and smiled at her. The smile was a nervous reaction. Thing is, she gives me the creeps. Always perfectly coiffed, a little too fond of pink. I think she must sleep in lipstick.

Don't laugh! What do you really know about her? She always has a new model of pink sports car, even though she can never hold down a steady job. One year she's a Malibu Surfer, Stewardess, Policewoman, Astronaut, Race Car Driver, Paleontologist, Doctor, Gymnast, Fashion Model, ... on and on and on. Was she fired? Did she quit? Are these jobs just for cover?

Who is she really? A drug dealer? A spy? A mystery shopper? A dishonest debutante with a rich daddy?

Damn. I knew it.

Jacket: Aoharu “BT Leather Riders Vest”
Suit: Pink Outfitters “Socialite Romper”
Weapons: Breach “Sawedoff Supershorties”
Scarf: Ibizarre "Rosa Flower Lace Scarf"
Earrings: GField “Pearl Rose”
Bracelets: Second Wave Apparel “Asian Bangle Rose Quartz”
Boots: Surf Couture “Elsa Boots”
Hair: Truth “Anya” (tinted)
Skin: Frick “Rosy Goth”
Eyes: Poetic Color “Night Rain”
Poses: by Long Awkward Pose and ImpEle

Love,
Serene