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Post by Sebastian Kane on Jan 9, 2009 22:26:25 GMT -5
The sky was nearly pitch black, but the navy-ish color still could be seen. Not a star shined nor a moon to overlook the school that was now cloaked in darkness. Barely any crickets chirped and the only sound that could be heard was the trees, whispering to the wind. All of these details entered the mind of Mister Sebastian Kane as he opened the window to take in a few deep breaths. Dancing for a few hours can make you a bit on the hot side. His blonde hair was spiked because he ran his hand through it so many times, his heart also pounding rather heavy. Leaning his head against the cool glass of the window, he tries to gulp in as much bitter air as he can. Oh boy did that feel amazing. A shudder shivered up through him because his body wasn't yet used to the sudden coldness.
Getting back up to his feet, he stretches his neck and shoulders, trying to get back into the upbeat mood. Sebastian shakes out his hands and turns back on the fast song. And one, two, three, four, and five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, and four, five, and six, seven.. eight. The counts run through his head with ease, his memory not as horrid as he had estimated. Immediately moving his body to the correct steps, he works his arms, legs, body, and counting into the newest routine. His choreography would be needed sometime.. this specific routine was to be used as backup, but it was pretty good. Yeah, this arrogant yet intelligent guy just happened to be extremely good at dancing; hip hop style. Roll forward, step side, step side and fist, forward, hip and shoulder, down..down..down, move back, cross, jump together, move down, turn, pump..pump, and flick. The steps and moves came with ease to him, wasn't hard in the least.
After repeating the dance a few times, he takes a seat on a random desk. The empty classroom atmosphere kind of killing his spirits, gulping down a bottle of water, trying to forget where he's at. Laying himself back onto the desk, his eyes etch out the details and designs of the ceiling above him. The music still playing turns to background noise as his thoughts wander towards nothing in particular. Was he becoming depressed? No.. that couldn't be it.. right? Ah damn, his life was too complicated yet simple.. too boring yet lame. He needed something to spice up a few different parts of his daily schedule. But what? Now he was at a loss.. not knowing what exactly do to, this guy just lets his mind float with the musical notes and his limbo thoughts. What else was there to do, really?
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Post by Hannah Walker on Jan 9, 2009 22:32:31 GMT -5
the blonde haired girl groaned, walking down the hall with a slight headache, huffing out a sigh she looked outside to the dark sky, her hair standing out in the light, creating a halo. she looked over to where she heard music, muffled but still loud enough.
she stopped walking and listened for footsteps and sure enough, there were, sounded like dancing. she walked over to the room, listening and following the beautiful noise.
she shifted her brown eyes towards a door and opening it slightly she poked her head inside to look for anyone or was she going crazy? she called softly, "anyone here?"
headache gone and curiousness filled the gap she slowly started to step inside.
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