Striking a Chord
Bow-ow-wowww...
Alone in the classroom sat a long-legged blonde, though classes had long since finished for the day. To Jessie this would be a ridiculous notion, but the Music Room alone held some interest for her. The strings of her electric guitar growled their low tones as her finger struck each one in turn. Bow-aw-wahhhh-ow-ow-wow...
Always a lone wolf, she couldn't really see herself signing up for any kind of official music classes. Too rigid, too structured. Even the after-class lessons that were occasionally offered didn't feel right to her. Here she could be alone. No distractions. No roommates. No friends trying to turn her into the living dead, thankfully. Just a girl, a guitar, and the freedom to do whatever she wanted.
((OOC: I'm kind of in a Jessie-ish mood right now. So, you get another biker babe post. Open to anyone who feels like dropping by.))
Alone in the classroom sat a long-legged blonde, though classes had long since finished for the day. To Jessie this would be a ridiculous notion, but the Music Room alone held some interest for her. The strings of her electric guitar growled their low tones as her finger struck each one in turn. Bow-aw-wahhhh-ow-ow-wow...
Always a lone wolf, she couldn't really see herself signing up for any kind of official music classes. Too rigid, too structured. Even the after-class lessons that were occasionally offered didn't feel right to her. Here she could be alone. No distractions. No roommates. No friends trying to turn her into the living dead, thankfully. Just a girl, a guitar, and the freedom to do whatever she wanted.
((OOC: I'm kind of in a Jessie-ish mood right now. So, you get another biker babe post. Open to anyone who feels like dropping by.))