Don't Feel Like Dancing

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  1. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who: Tajamesi Tsyma. http://www.ramth-lehi.com/persona.php?id=1403Profile</a>
    Where: The Panic Room during a late night disco.
    When: Late at night.
    Timestamp: 42 Dyo, 81318

    Sorry for the rather short post. This is open to all! May have some slightly mature content, but we'll see how it swings, depending on who turns up./</td></tr></table>


    The blue skinned pendragon sipped at her water slowly, her eyes roving around the Panic Room expertly. Loud, thumping rock music played over everyone's voices, and punk males, hoping desperately to pick up a girl, occupied the majority of the dance floor. Not many were successful. She saw several of the men cast her thoughtful glances, sizing her up.

    Not surprising, really she thought absently. She was indeed quite a looker; pale blue skin as fresh as the sky, her shatteringly emerald eyes, contrasting with the rest of her turquoise frame, and, most notably, her pure white, almost angelic wings. These were feathered in abundance, and the downy plumage could actually help her attain flight. Retractable, too, which was handy in certain situations, and incredibly soft and plush. Not that many people could lay claim to having handled them.

    Add that to the fact she rarely wore anything more than some rather revealing white underwear.

    But she wasn't exactly one to go crazy over men. The rock music swiftly changed into rap, and the dancer's moves adapted accordingly. Some of the punks were still glancing at her every now and then, and some of them were actually counting how much money they had.

    She snorted. Obviously they took her clothing to imply...an unusual line of work. As if she could be bought like that. Besides, the only real money around was Bhijan, and she highly doubted a trip to the Black Market was likely. When would people actually take the hint and back off? Or at least try and make conversation without perverting her?

    The music changed yet again. She grinned.

    No, not her style at.

    Still, she shouldn't be worrying. She was here to relax, after all. Swirling a block of ice round the rim of her glass, she spied several students she recognised on the floor, and a surprising number of these were...what was the old term sometimes used? Kenos. That was the one.

    What would your teachers think?

    This, she decided, was getting boring. Way past boring. Watching sweaty boys push up their glasses nervously was a complete turn-off. Draining the last dregs of her water, the young pendragon got ready to leave.

    The music changed again, but it was quite different. Slow, soft, and enchanting. The punks started to grumble, executing a hasty exit. Those who were left simply lounged at the tables.

    Now, this was her style. Changing her mind, she swiveled on the spot to face the floor.

    You want a show? She thought decisively, hoisting up her outfit and bounding toward the stage, feeling a hundred people's eyes on her. I'll give you one.

    Perhaps this would satisfy those perverts. Then again, maybe not.
     
  2. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who: Euphoria Acid Winter
    Wearing: The Normal Clothes (Check Profile)</td></tr></table>


    Euph was scanning the crowd from the back of room. Bi-colored eyes flicking from person to person, studying what they were wearing, and who they were, in case someone she knew happened to be there.

    She didn't attend Janarden, but visited for their dance clubs, something that actually helped her relax.

    She saw a blue colored 'dragon, whose outfit seemed a little to skimpy for her liking. She was about to 'prance' down there and tell her that she should try wearing real pants, but the blue furred 'dragon had stood up, and headed to the stage.

    There were some young males, well, young to her, since she felt older than most there, who had been flirting, or thinking she was the local whore. Geeze those jerks had nerve. She punched one in the jaw as he made his exit, causing him to run until he got to the dorms.

    She settled down at a table to watch and see what the 'dragon was going to do. She still wanted to talk to her about her outfits.
     
  3. Tajamesi stood on the stage, the large crowd around her milling about aimlessly. Some were watching her, some weren't. Tajamesi relaxed, trying to slow her breathing as much as possible.

    Relax.

    Ignore them.

    Slowly, Taj started to dance in rhythm to the music. It matched the style in everyway; slow, soft...and enchanting. She swayed, she spun, she arced, she even hovered above the ground a couple of times. Anyone could see she was concentrating extremely hard; beads of sweat were starting to slide down her brow and onto her muzzle.

    A telltale sign.

    If anyone had actually stopped to think, they would have realized that 'dragons don't sweat, they pant. And if they had touched the droplets of water, it would have been ice cold rather then hot and salty.

    For that was were the real beauty of Dancing came in for Taj. Sure enough, specks of glistening wet clinged not just to her head, but her fingertips, her feet, legs, arms...everywhere. And these drops were forming, hardening into ice.

    The lucid, crystal blue spiralled its way across every inch of her body; nothing was left untouched, distorting the clarity of her identically coloured fur. And still Taj continued to dance, oblivious to cage forming around her. This continued for several minutes, until she was completely encased, with a few undetectable holes for her too breathe through, puddles oozing at her feet.

    Words could not describe the sight.

    Suddenly, the spell was broken, and the ice cracked; shards plummeting to the floor, joining the wet mass on the floor. Taj really was panting now; the fatigue from using Fronima always had to be considered. Tired, but still thriving.

    Tajamesi's senses slowly reverted back to normal. The crowd was in stunned silence, awed by her performance. Not sure what to do, Taj spotted a female Lukuo with odd, glowing scales over her body, two pairs of wings, and two blade-edged tales. This Lukuo appeared to have been watching her as well, which slightly surprised Taj. She certainly hadn't been expecting female attention.

    At a loss, Taj headed for the table and plonked herself in the plush seat.

    Hey there. Well, did you like the show?
     
  4. She grinned. Without realizing it, Shill had coiled onto her shoulders, purple eyes trained on the younger 'dragon. "<span style='color:purple'>Well, I was gonin' to chew ya out over your choice of outfit, for it purely doesn't match someone of you personality, but, after that, I must say, bravo.</span>" Shill made a hiss, but it was more like a grinning hiss, wisps of purple smoke drifted from his mouth and off into oblivion. Euph had a tendancy to control Shill without realizing it, but to her, he was there everyday, a pet, or habit, she was used to using.

    Her twin tails twitched, she was clearly amused by the younger 'dragon. She clapped slightly and said, "<span style='color:purple'>I'm also impressed because at your age I wouldn't expect someone so skilled, I'm not saying you're too much younger than me, because that makes me feel old, but still.</span>" She gave her a weak smile as a finish, obviously hoping she got her point across.
     
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