Got a question, wanna get a couple more opinions on ( Read more... )

The lights were flipped on. No one was home. Jessie sighed, knowing full well why.

The girl strode in, wearing a sleeveless black undershirt, boots and urban-style camouflage pants. Her jacket was slung casually over one shoulder. That jacket was tossed to one side, and those boots were soon kicked off, landing in the corner with a heavy thud"Yeah ( Read more... )

((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 ( Read more... )

"Okay Miss Johnson, hold it right there ( Read more... )

It was six in the morning. Some of the other students were just now waking up. Others ate breakfast in the cafeteria before classes began for the day. But one was just now returning to the campus ( Read more... )

Jessie wasn't one to pay many social calls. St. Catherine's School for Girls was filled with two kinds of people - rich girls able to attend such a prestigious academy, and those that were exceptionally gifted in the ways of the arcane arts. Jessie wasn't either of those, really...she was only a step away from being homeless, and fortunate that she ( Read more... )

Bow-ow-wowww...

Alone in the classroom sat a long-legged blonde, though classes had long since finished for the day. To Jessie this would be a ridiculous notion, but the Music Room alone held some interest for her. The strings of her electric guitar growled their low tones as her finger struck each one in turn. Bow-aw-wahhhh-ow-ow-wow...Always a ( Read more... )

Jessie didn't think much of her assignment. She really had little to go on, not knowing what to expect since she wasn't able to complete the previous one. "For the best," The girl mused aloud, thinking about the whole D/s thing that everyone else had to do. "If the act didn't kill Vanya, then the argument over who's on top woulda ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Dressed in a Santa hat, a #54 Brian Urlacher jersey, gray sweatpants and a set of headphones, a tall blonde bebopped down the hallway with a sack slung over one shoulder. "Eh, was gonna bomb Finals anyway" she said with a shrug, excusing herself for not studying. By this point in the semester she'd either pass or fail and no amount of studying ( Read more... )