Sing us a song
Who: mediumdrip and hexyoutotuesday
When: Wednesday morning, 9am
Where: Blaine's start apartment, room 804
Summary: Blaine needs a job? Jinx thinks he's beautiful and hears he has talent. Let the auditioning commence.
Warnings: Nothing aside from Jinx's mouth.
Another night spent too stressed to sleep much. It was a constant state of being for her lately. Felton, Purgatory, the kids training for the final countdown, Lucifer, Gabriel, Batman...there wasn't a whole lot of time to relax in there. At least going over to this Blaine kid's house would give her a chance to sit and breathe. Too lazy to run across town to Purgatory, she picked up a keyboard from a nearby music store, strapped it down to the back of her bike, then made her way over to the Tower Apartments.
After climbing up all those stairs. she took the time to fix her hair and make sure her makeup looked decent enough. It was hard to mess up pigtails and black eyeliner, though. Once she had sufficiently reapplied her lip gloss, the little gray metahuman went to door 804 and knocked three times. She held the piano case loosely in one clawed hand.
Briefly, she wondered if Blaine smelled as nice as he looked like he did. ...or if he was in good enough shape to even come to the door. She shifted uneasily on her four inch stilettos.
When: Wednesday morning, 9am
Where: Blaine's start apartment, room 804
Summary: Blaine needs a job? Jinx thinks he's beautiful and hears he has talent. Let the auditioning commence.
Warnings: Nothing aside from Jinx's mouth.
Another night spent too stressed to sleep much. It was a constant state of being for her lately. Felton, Purgatory, the kids training for the final countdown, Lucifer, Gabriel, Batman...there wasn't a whole lot of time to relax in there. At least going over to this Blaine kid's house would give her a chance to sit and breathe. Too lazy to run across town to Purgatory, she picked up a keyboard from a nearby music store, strapped it down to the back of her bike, then made her way over to the Tower Apartments.
After climbing up all those stairs. she took the time to fix her hair and make sure her makeup looked decent enough. It was hard to mess up pigtails and black eyeliner, though. Once she had sufficiently reapplied her lip gloss, the little gray metahuman went to door 804 and knocked three times. She held the piano case loosely in one clawed hand.
Briefly, she wondered if Blaine smelled as nice as he looked like he did. ...or if he was in good enough shape to even come to the door. She shifted uneasily on her four inch stilettos.