Being trapped indoors for too long always made Jessie a little stir-crazy. Sure, there were plenty of nights spent shooting pool or downing a few beers at whatever bar she could slip into with her fake I.D., but it was just too damn cold to really go cruising. Her bike, her pride and joy, had been trapped inside the garage in favor of whatever car
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Totally random time and date, so take your pick. Doesn't have to be the exact same time as the other thread. In fact, since Jessie's in Gunnery as well it probably wouldn't be at the same time. (Unless she felt like ditching class, which is always a possibility...)
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Her plan was to just do a quick check on it before heading back into the school to meet Shizuru, who no doubt would want to know all about 'Natsu-chan's' first day.
As she approached she noticed another bike out in the parking lot it's owner, Natsuki assumed, was working on it if the tools strewn around the place were anything to go by. Well, she thought with a grimace, Shizuru wants me to improve my people skills.
"Hi" Natsuki called out, "I don't mean to intrude but do you need a hand?" she offered
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Emerald green eyes blinked in surprise as she eventually noticed the silhouette of another girl standing in the doorway. "Do I need a hand," Jessie scoffed, looking rather amused. Slowly she rose to her feet, wiping the grease off her hands. "Girl, who you think you're talkin' to?"
Never the most social girl in the world, it took the tall blonde a moment to realize that she hadn't seen this particular student before. "New here, huh," she asked, not really caring about the reply. Another pause, much shorter this time. She might not recognize all of her classmates, but there was no missing the new bike parked over in the corner. "Hey, you're the gal with the Ducati, ain't ya?"
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"Nice" she said, moving closer and nodding to the blonde girls bike, "No offense intended with my offer by the way, just thought I'd lend a hand if it was needed. Doesn't look like it is though" she added impressed with the girls obvious skill. "How long you been riding?" she enquired.
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She patted the side of her Harley Davidson with the compliment. "Been ridin' all my life," she said almost automatically. Of course, that didn't say much at all coming from a high school girl, at a place where half the population can't yet drive. "Thirteen," she then added with a shrug, well aware of how much younger that was than the legal driving age. "Won't ever forget it, either, my first bike. I saw it, I wanted it....I took it."
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