Z. Innocent
Z. is 20 years old.
She is the Lead Singer of surfside suicide.
Z. is also known as "Zo".
Z. is located in London at London Underground Market.
Z. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to rehearse scene in order to get ahead professionally.
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| Game: Popmundo |
| Points: 2285 |
| Days Active: 349 days |
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Quiet days
When she parked up at the beach, there was another car there - only one - a beat up old convertible. Zero interior and a rusty lawn chair for a driver's seat with a seatbelt screwed into it. There was nowhere for a second body to sit but plenty of space to lay one out of sight. That brought her to this - there were two types of people in that part of the town who were extremely dangerous, those whose desperation had grown to outweigh their fear of consequences and thugs. She was instantly distracted by a flood of scenarios, wondering which boulder the driver was hiding behind and what they were plotting to do to her or if the person had been left for dead nearby, holding their own head in their arms like a ball. Maybe they were down at the beach, feeding someone else's body parts to the fishes, piece by piece, whittling their victim down until there was nothing left but a single tooth to keep as a souvenir. Those fuckers existed.
That was the kind of bullshit that happened every time she went somewhere she's never been before. There was always that one thought that got planted in her mind and ruined everything else that could have been a pure Something. After that, she was too distracted to enjoy anything. She kept expecting some sort of intrusion, whether it was a desperate thug swinging an axe down on her or some piss pants ass trying to guilt her into giving him her last cigarette.
She walked along the beach, awkwardly carrying a bundle of driftwood under her arm while lugging a highly flammable sleeping bag that she planned to sleep in near a campfire. Touring was bankable and the hotel room she had been given reflected what their manager imagined her material value to be. Four poster bed, jacuzzi and complimentary champagne might have helped her but she was in a mood for a graveyard comfort. Get fucked and be fucked. That combo was pure joy.
Posted 10/24/2025, 7:00 PM
All characters in Popmundo are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
Prominent Clothes & Tattoos
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Left neck
ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ
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Left leg
𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔢
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Left hand
[swear jar]
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Right leg
[bat]
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