Apt Pupil
((OOC: Don't know why Jessie's demanding so much of the spotlight right now. Guess she was due up for it, after being so quiet for so long. I know I should be writing something for poor, quiet, conflicted Seven but I gotta write while I've got the inspiration.))
"Okay," Jessie muttered to herself as she put her laundry away, coming across an tiny, flimsy swimsuit in her clothes basket. "That certainly coulda gone better." With a grimace she stuffed that bikini into the bottom of a drawer. It wasn't a bad suit by any means...just a bit showy, even for her. More importantly it reminded her of what a sell-out she had become. She had contacts in the auto racing world. Her hopes were that someone might pay her a few bucks to help fix up a hot rod. She never dreamed that the best they could do was to help her be some hood ornament hottie, some slut posing next to a racing bike for a few hundred bucks.
She sighed. At least it was a decent pay day for only a few hours of work. Though it certainly was work; while she had the body of an angel she didn't know the first thing about how to pose for the camera. Luckily for her they weren't expecting a supermodel as much as some cheap floozy who could fill out a bikini, but still. That was only a one-time deal. That was only a few hundred bucks. It was much needed, but it wouldn't pay the bills alone. No, she was going to have to resort to something even more drastic...and even more degrading.
But if she were to break down and do that, well, she was going to need some help. And advice, she could accept. Especially from a teacher, someone paid to help instruct their students. It would be far easier to take that kind of help than it would be to take the hard-earned money out of Ralph's pocket, what little bit of nothing a teacher earned for their pay. Ralph had said that like it or not, she would help her out until she found some way to make some money. So like it or not, she had to settle for whatever work she could find to keep from having to depend on handouts.
Before she knew it, she was knocking on Professor Ysra's door. She needed help. She also needed to see a friendly face.
((OOC2: Open to Ysra only, and it'll likely get sexy at some point so be warned. Funny thing is I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Originally just thought Jessie would lose her bike in a race when she lost her speed powers. The rest just kind of accidentally fell into place...)) XD
"Okay," Jessie muttered to herself as she put her laundry away, coming across an tiny, flimsy swimsuit in her clothes basket. "That certainly coulda gone better." With a grimace she stuffed that bikini into the bottom of a drawer. It wasn't a bad suit by any means...just a bit showy, even for her. More importantly it reminded her of what a sell-out she had become. She had contacts in the auto racing world. Her hopes were that someone might pay her a few bucks to help fix up a hot rod. She never dreamed that the best they could do was to help her be some hood ornament hottie, some slut posing next to a racing bike for a few hundred bucks.
She sighed. At least it was a decent pay day for only a few hours of work. Though it certainly was work; while she had the body of an angel she didn't know the first thing about how to pose for the camera. Luckily for her they weren't expecting a supermodel as much as some cheap floozy who could fill out a bikini, but still. That was only a one-time deal. That was only a few hundred bucks. It was much needed, but it wouldn't pay the bills alone. No, she was going to have to resort to something even more drastic...and even more degrading.
But if she were to break down and do that, well, she was going to need some help. And advice, she could accept. Especially from a teacher, someone paid to help instruct their students. It would be far easier to take that kind of help than it would be to take the hard-earned money out of Ralph's pocket, what little bit of nothing a teacher earned for their pay. Ralph had said that like it or not, she would help her out until she found some way to make some money. So like it or not, she had to settle for whatever work she could find to keep from having to depend on handouts.
Before she knew it, she was knocking on Professor Ysra's door. She needed help. She also needed to see a friendly face.
((OOC2: Open to Ysra only, and it'll likely get sexy at some point so be warned. Funny thing is I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Originally just thought Jessie would lose her bike in a race when she lost her speed powers. The rest just kind of accidentally fell into place...)) XD