Z. Innocent
Z. is 19 years old.
She is the Lead Singer of Nowhere Anywhere.
Z. is also known as "Zo".
Z. is located in Shanghai at Hotel Pibernat Shanghái.
Z. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
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| Game: Popmundo |
| Points: 2215 |
| Days Active: 325 days |
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Stuck in grind
The first hit landed clean. A hook across the jaw, the bouncer's head snapped back. His body slumped against the doorframe, stunned but not broken. For a moment, she thought about transforming into a unicorn and spike his chest but settled for a straight punch instead, only because he tried to block her way, saying she was too drunk to come inside. She began to feel a distaste for the cluelessness he was displaying. In other words, he had to suffer a punch or two at some point for not picking up the hints and vibes that she was the one performing tonight.
She slipped past before he could recover, the bass inside the venue swallowing the sound of his grunt, and stormed into the green room, slammed one boot down on the table hard enough to shake three of their lawyer's four chins.
"Time to get all lawyery."
He looked at her as if he wanted to say something, alcohol sludge slipping down his throat, knowing full well not to say anything back to her. He was their lawyer but not a very good one. The last one died jacking off with a belt around his neck. Wasn't his fault or anybody else's, as far as the cops and doctors could tell. He was just slow enough on the draw to pass out before finishing his business so his business finished him. He had about as much money as the rest of them so they couldn't give him a big funeral. Instead, they shipped him off to this place called Rest in Pieces. She tried not to think about it too much and in the middle of their tour they sent her his ashes in a little cardboard box.
The definition of who she was on the road was very well defined - they needed their lawyer present in every city they played. Nothing was consistent except the outlines of her actions. The setting changed every day. It was irregular, spontaneous and moved at the exact speed of her overactive mind. There were only a few who understood her and gave her exactly what she needed.
Posted 9/29/2025, 8:00 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]
Note: Tattoos might be covered by clothing.