Front Porch of the Carriage House, Friday afternoon
It was a blustery day, but it was warm, and really, that's all Nadia ever wanted out of the weather. She was sitting on a big white rocking chair on the porch of the Carriage House, one foot propped up on the railing, her guitar resting in her lap.
It was Friday the 13th, and she was in a far too quiet village in the middle of the bayou. So, of course, she was playing Voodoo Child.
[ooc: most certainly open, yo.]
It was Friday the 13th, and she was in a far too quiet village in the middle of the bayou. So, of course, she was playing Voodoo Child.
[ooc: most certainly open, yo.]