Test Drive
The campus was not bustling with activity as it had been all week, it now being Saturday, but things moved along at a slow and relaxed pace. Though many students chose to sleep in, several others were already out and making the most of their day. Small groups of schoolgirls could be seen walking toward the library for study sessions, a sight becoming more common as the semester began to wind down. Others were leaving for town to go on shopping trips or dates or any number of other things. Others still were simply taking advantage of the pleasant weather for a morning jog.
Most passed by the parking lot at some point on their way to where they were going, it being in a rather central location near the front of the school grounds for obvious reasons. But only one girl had made this her destination instead of just another place to walk past.
"Anywhere else," Jessie said to herself, mostly invisible aside from two denim-covered legs jutted out from beneath an unfamiliar yellow and black '69 Camaro. "A classic like this baby 'ere would turn some heads..." Blindly she reached for her tools, feeling around for a wrench that was lying next to the curb. Though she muttered complaints to herself about how some people couldn't appreciate true beauty, she enjoyed what she was doing even if no one else would really understand.
((OOC: Cause my other gals are already busy elsewhere, and I'm horrible about responding to threads but not posting new ones of my own. Open to anyone happening by and wants to chat.))
Most passed by the parking lot at some point on their way to where they were going, it being in a rather central location near the front of the school grounds for obvious reasons. But only one girl had made this her destination instead of just another place to walk past.
"Anywhere else," Jessie said to herself, mostly invisible aside from two denim-covered legs jutted out from beneath an unfamiliar yellow and black '69 Camaro. "A classic like this baby 'ere would turn some heads..." Blindly she reached for her tools, feeling around for a wrench that was lying next to the curb. Though she muttered complaints to herself about how some people couldn't appreciate true beauty, she enjoyed what she was doing even if no one else would really understand.
((OOC: Cause my other gals are already busy elsewhere, and I'm horrible about responding to threads but not posting new ones of my own. Open to anyone happening by and wants to chat.))