[CLOSED] - [IN PROGRESS] We need some inspiration.
Who: Thomas Foster & Lizzy McKormick.
When: November 8th, 2009, late afternoon/early evening.
Where: Lizzy's house.
Summary: Lizzy invites Thomas over to learn some guitar, and bring mayonnaise pizza.
Status: In progress.
WARNINGS: None; probably future language.
It had been quite some time since Lizzy had hung out with anyone other than Tammy. Even that, lately, had been scarce. It had also been some time since she had run into anybody to could offer equality in her pure passion for music.
That was what made Thomas so interesting.
Letting people come over to her house wasn't something that she was familiar with, usually preferring to keep as many people away from there as possible, but she supposed that they'd at least have more freedom to learn in the garage. Thomas had mentioned his mother to be a bit of a raging bitch, and the blonde girl wasn't feeling like arguing with a self-important soccer mom over the validity of her music. And so, the only option was to bring Thomas here. At least he had said he'd be able to find it. She hated pick up jobs.
Wandering through the house in bare feet, Lizzy sniffled lowly, reaching up and wiping with her sleeve, still feeling a little lazy and drained from the flu. She knew it would get her soon, but why not live it up until then? Side stepping a tipped over can of beer that was soaking into the already stained shag carpet, the blonde slipped on her sneakers, anything to protect her bare feet from the concrete floor of the garage.
Stepping through the side door, and onto said concrete floor, Lizzy glanced around the garage. No car, lots of car parts, lots of tools, lots of doomed to be half finished home improvement projects. And all of the equipment for Butcher. Well, all of the equipment that Lizzy owned herself; a second hand amp, the drum kit that Kevin used, the microphones for Wendy and Tammy. Stan took his bass home, his prized possession. There were a few other miscellaneous pieces of equipment lying about, as well as some shoddy looking lawn chairs for seating, and one wooden stool, which looked like it once may have belonged to a kitchen set. Close to the stool, Lizzy's guitars, both electric & acoustic, leaned onto their stands.
Walking over, the blonde picked the electric up without a word, and sat down onto the stool. She began to strum out a random tune, just working it as she went, and waiting for Thomas to arrive.
When: November 8th, 2009, late afternoon/early evening.
Where: Lizzy's house.
Summary: Lizzy invites Thomas over to learn some guitar, and bring mayonnaise pizza.
Status: In progress.
WARNINGS: None; probably future language.
It had been quite some time since Lizzy had hung out with anyone other than Tammy. Even that, lately, had been scarce. It had also been some time since she had run into anybody to could offer equality in her pure passion for music.
That was what made Thomas so interesting.
Letting people come over to her house wasn't something that she was familiar with, usually preferring to keep as many people away from there as possible, but she supposed that they'd at least have more freedom to learn in the garage. Thomas had mentioned his mother to be a bit of a raging bitch, and the blonde girl wasn't feeling like arguing with a self-important soccer mom over the validity of her music. And so, the only option was to bring Thomas here. At least he had said he'd be able to find it. She hated pick up jobs.
Wandering through the house in bare feet, Lizzy sniffled lowly, reaching up and wiping with her sleeve, still feeling a little lazy and drained from the flu. She knew it would get her soon, but why not live it up until then? Side stepping a tipped over can of beer that was soaking into the already stained shag carpet, the blonde slipped on her sneakers, anything to protect her bare feet from the concrete floor of the garage.
Stepping through the side door, and onto said concrete floor, Lizzy glanced around the garage. No car, lots of car parts, lots of tools, lots of doomed to be half finished home improvement projects. And all of the equipment for Butcher. Well, all of the equipment that Lizzy owned herself; a second hand amp, the drum kit that Kevin used, the microphones for Wendy and Tammy. Stan took his bass home, his prized possession. There were a few other miscellaneous pieces of equipment lying about, as well as some shoddy looking lawn chairs for seating, and one wooden stool, which looked like it once may have belonged to a kitchen set. Close to the stool, Lizzy's guitars, both electric & acoustic, leaned onto their stands.
Walking over, the blonde picked the electric up without a word, and sat down onto the stool. She began to strum out a random tune, just working it as she went, and waiting for Thomas to arrive.