Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-25828117-20190717215900

Doris had known a few beatniks before the war. Artsy types from the village. There really had been a time she'd thought of hanging out with that sort of liberal crowd, just because she was bored. They were never kind to her though. Pampered socialite that she was. A symbol of everything they despised. She'd used to shrug it off knowing that while they were crawling back to their one room apartments in Greenwich Village she'd be back home in Midtown, safely away from the curfew zones and the soldiers. But now she felt as if there might've been some truth to whatever anti-war manifestos they'd bee spouting, if only she'd actually listened...