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Post by Emilee Marie Jameson on May 7, 2009 18:05:20 GMT -5
Emilee moved down from her room at a slow, sweeping pace, the bottom of her red point shoes barely scraping the ground as she walked, barely making a sound. Dressed in her black tanktop and black legging that set off her legs, she did look rather lovely. Her legs were definitely one of her better features, and she loved to accent them.
Her hands reached behind her and swept her long hair into her hands, tying it with a pony tail so it was out of her face. She then shifted the music player she had in one hand, held awkwardly, to hold it more easily, cord wrapped up in her hand so she would not step on it.
She reached the ballroom and smiled slightly, looking around the beautiful room for a moment before setting the music player against the wall. She looked around for a minute, trying to find a plug. Finding none, she sighed, walking around the room for a moment. Only then did she find an old style music player. She moved to it and placed one of the records in it, putting the needle in it and cranking it on. Slowly, old style waltz poured out and she backed away.
She lifted one leg to stretch it and then the other before beginning to dance. Graceful and elegant, her feet poured over the floor softly, carrying her through each of the steps. |
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2009 19:01:15 GMT -5
Erik had heard the music as he then went through the walls to get to the ballroom and saw her dance as he smiled to this slightly. He loved to see young dances at work and she was also very good at it really. The music was very old and he hummed to it slightly as he then touched the music player as he turned it off and started to play a tone of his own on the piano in there. He was still invisible and as such it would seem to her like the things were moving on thier own.
He then thought about Christine and how both of them were stuck in this house with the others forever. He hated that fact though he did want her by his side as always. He then watched Evera dance once more and waited to see what she would say or do now.
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Post by Emilee Marie Jameson on May 7, 2009 19:29:28 GMT -5
Emilee was in the midst of a leap when she music she had on the player stopped and the piano began playing itself. She was distracted and hit the wood floor hard, causing one of her ankles to collapse beneath her weight. She fell, tumbling to the side and hitting hard, her shoulder butting with the hard wood floor. She rolled over onto her back and slowly moved to sit up, groaning in pain as she did. Her hand reached out and she grasped her ankle, pulling her leg closer and quickly beginning to apply pressure to the sprained ligament so it would not swell.
She looked around her, gritting her teeth against the pain in her ankle. "Who's there?" She asked sharply, angry that someone had seen her dance. She hadn't danced in years, and hated when people saw her do so. [/blockquote] |
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