Ookalf wrote:Umm... *Jasmine slowly walks up to the pink-haired girl, hoping the cat parts are just a costume.* Are you... with the band?
Joanna snorts, rather cutely, at the question. "Well, I'm standing here with a guitar dressed in a ridiculous outfit, so, could I really possibly be with the band?" she retorts. "Looks like your bust got upped too," she says, pointing a paw at Jasmine's barely-contained mounds.
Ickle Harri-chan wrote:Cherry spotted Joanna in her school uniform themed outfit, and ran across the room, throwing her arms around the girl as she clattered into her from the front, "Ohmygod, that's so suits you!", she squealed, squeezing her before stepping back to admire, her hands tugging the girl's skirt a little, before she heard another voice, and turned. Her eyes widened as she saw Jasmine in the ridiculously tight catsuit, and her cheeks went bright red, "J-Jasmine... did they get you the wrong size outfit?", she asked, staring at the girl's cleavage with a stunned expression.
Joanna barely had time to twist her guitar out of the way of the oncoming hyper ballerina girl that dashed up to hug her. "Woah!!! This is a VERY nice and important guitar!" she said, struggling against her squeezes. "I don't see how it suits me in the LEAST, you goofball," she says, a little sourly. She was just a young kid though... but Joanna just hated little kids.
Nephilim wrote:"Laaaaaaaaadddiiiieeeessss, your musical director has arrived!" The crazy foo' shouted, throwing his hands out into the air with awesome vigor. "Fix your eyes on the famous Handsome Bill, the greatest lyrical weaver the world has ever seen since the 1960's! Ah-Ha-HA!"
Joanna rolls her eyes at that. "The Sixties? Seriously... I guess The Beatles trumps The Shins?" At the same time, she can't take her eyes off of the ridiculousness of the guy's outfit. What kind of competition was this supposed to be, anyway? It looked more like some kind of circus than any band she had ever played with before.
Nephilim wrote:Makino and Chiaki arrived just in time to see Handsome Bill literally glide down his raised platform with all the grace of a beautiful blue feathered swan... Well, a middle-aged, somewhat wrinkly, little flabby swan, but nonetheless a swan! His graying black hair, which was fashioned to look like a very poofy mullet, bounced about with much vigor as he landed on his platform-shoed feet.
"Ah, yes! Welcome, girls! Handsome Bill is so happy to see you all, his newest protegees!" The bright orange man extended his arms outward, as if he wanted to embrace them all in one big group hug. "Please, come to Handsome Bill and tell him your names! He wants to know what to call the greatest pop stars of tomorrow!"
"I'm Joanna," she said flatly and curtly. "And you're ridiculous."