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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 16, 2008 19:14:11 GMT -4
Gods if the day hadn't been long. School was long and agonisingly slow passing. Being locked up in a school, in a class room, in a desk was so not what a muse of dancing and the dramatic corus wanted to do all day. No fun to be found without movement and passion for the arts.
Emily sat on the solid floor, legs out to the sides almost at a 180 degree angle. She had been sitting here for a few minutes now, looking at herself in the wall length mirror. Her long dark hair was tied up in a messy bun with strands escaping in every direction. She dawned a black pair of spandex short-shorts, showing off her long, tanned legs. The tight purple top she wore pulled in and added even more excentuation to her lovely figure. She was dressed like some one was going to be watching her, some one tall, tanned, muscular, not to mention, male.
She only looked at herself for a moment longer before raising to her feet. She stretched down to the floor, laying hands flat down once before moving over to her music player. She already had her play-list chosen and her ipod connected.
The moment after she pushed the play button she was in a trance. Her body moved and flowed with the music, from jazz to hip-hop to fox trots. For two hours she was hypnotised. She took a seat back on the floor, just like before, when the play-list ended.
She slupped forewards, putting her elbows on the floor, and resting her chin on her two hands.
"I need a partner." she sighed heavily, missing the passion that came with dancing in some one elses arms. Missing the tingling sensation that occured when the rest of the world was gone and it was only the two of you. Missing the feeling of being held in general.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Sept 21, 2008 13:53:43 GMT -4
Michio wasn't totally sure what to do with himself. It had seemed to him that Talli had just kind of well...disappeared. It really was a shame. Michio had liked her so much, and now she was just well...gone. Something inside told Michio that it wasn't his fault. But he had learned from past experiences that the stupid voice inside his head wasn't alway right. In fact most of the time it was wrong, horribly wrong actually. So he had learned to ignore it for the most part. It wasn't to say that Michio wouldn't move on. He definitely would. Just the mere site of Michio was enough to make a girl go weak in the knees. But for Michio that just wasn't really enough anymore. He was getting kind of bored with it, just like he had gotten bored with everything else. All in all, Michio was running out of people to bang and personas to take on.
Michio realized he was thinking too much. He could go through periods of time where he wouldn't think at all. He would just do. But other times his brain was so busy that his head was practically spinning. Michio needed someone to talk to, and he needed that someone fast. So he had made his way from wherever he was, to smack in front of Derrick's Dance Studio. It was unusual for Michio to be there, but he was on a mission. He was in search of Owen, because Owen was himself. And despite Owen being gay and a little devistated over the loss of Landon, Michio knew he would listen. He might also get a good lay out of it. Owen was a cute little blonde after all, and cute little blondes were always a Michio pleaser.
The door to the dance studio swung open in a fluid motion and Michio entered. Surprisingly enough he was dressed normally that day. No fish-nets, or mesh shirts. Michio wasn't really feeling up to that on that particular afternoon. "Owen?" Michio walked a little farther in and looked around the studio. He found no blondes, but he did find someone else. She was cute, and that was a trait Michio found worthy of some respect. Michio smiled brightly at the girl despite his discombobulated mood and his disorganized thoughts. "Hi, I'm Michio."
Michio's outfit
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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 21, 2008 18:25:27 GMT -4
The door swinging open caught Emily's attention. The man that walked through the door took her fully attention though. He was something to look at, no denying that one. His smile was wonderful, mesmerising to say the least.
Emily returned him with a smile of her own, her pink glossed lips curving up beautifully. She slowly rose to her feet, feeling slightly awkward looking up at him how she was. "Hello Michio." she said softly, turning from him and walking to her bag that lay beside the music player. "I'm Emily." she added on softly as she tugged a black sweater over her arms and zipped the front up. She pulled her elastic from her hair, letting it fall in brown cascades around her face and shoulders.
Some one had odviously been listening when she had been wishing for a boy to come through that door, and sweep her away. Even just for a moment.
Owen? Who was Owen? "Well I'm not Owen, but will I do for now?" she asked, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Sept 21, 2008 18:43:09 GMT -4
"Well it is a pleasure to meet you Emily." Michio felt himself slip back into his regular persona when she rose and smiled at him. Clearly he hadn't lose his touch when it came to the ladies. Screw relationships, Michio was himself. And the real Michio didn't do relationships, well at least not often anyway. The corners of Michio's mouth stayed up in their smiling position as he stepped farther into the dance studio, shutting the door gently behind him showing that he didn't have an intention of leaving now that he was already there. That wasn't exactly his reasoning, but Michio would continue to tell himself that anyway.
Owen? Owen who..? It sounded familiar but...OH YEAH! The kid that Michio had been in search of in the first place. Oh well, Owen could wait. Owen was probably off flirting and having a good time. Now why shouldn't Michio be doing the same? "Well, it wasn't really that important anyway." Yeah, Michio was definitely back to normal. And when Michio was in his proper state of mind the only thing that was important was the lovely dancing form in front of him. How had he even ended up in that 'lovey-dovey' state in the first place? That wasn't like him, and he was determined that it wouldn't happen again.
Michio stepped a little farther inside the studio, now at the center of the room. He paused there, looking around the studio in awe. That was a lot of mirrors, and it actually made Michio a little uncomfortable. He was not a fan of looking at himself in mirrors. His clothes were always perfect and his hair was just the right amount of desheveled, but he rarely looked in a mirror, because then the insecurities came out. God, he was like a girl. Spinning around, Michio looked at his reflection in each different mirror. "So I take it you dance?" Michio had never really taken to dance, because ....well he just hadn't. But nothing was preventing him from starting now if all dancers looked like this Emily girl.
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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 21, 2008 19:00:42 GMT -4
Emily watched Michio, the way he moved into the room, closing the door. That ment he wasn't in a hurry to find his Owen friend. Her smile widened slightly. At least he was going to give her the chance to occupy his time. He had moved to the center of the room now, turning and looking at himself in the mirror.
Not, this won't do. she thought to herself. She didn't want him looking at himself. His eyes on her would feel much better.
Quickly Emily crossed the room and rolled down the wall curtain that covered the mirrors. "Now that you're done looking at yourself." she said teasingly, walking out infront of where he was looking. She leaned back against the curtain covered wall of glass. She tucked her arms back behind her, pressing her chest forward slightly.
"You going to stick around here for a bit?" she asked playfully.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Sept 21, 2008 19:22:05 GMT -4
Michio chuckled as Emily made a comment about him looking at himself. "Oh now you've already discovered my secret." Michio chuckled a few more times, smiling. "I'm actually in love with myself." Oh, how untrue that statement really was. Micho could have only wished that he was. Then maybe he could actually look in a mirror without judging himself.
In his looking around at the mirrors, Michio hadn't really meant it to look like he was so focused on himself in the mirrors that he wasn't interested in looking at Emily, because he was. He definitely was. He was just so shocked at the amount of mirrors in the place. He knew that dancing involved looking at yourself and evalutating yourself a lot but wow. No wonder Michio hadn't taken a liking to dancing. His eyes stayed planted on her as she pulled the curtains down over the mirrors. "I'm sorry, there are just...well there were a lot of mirrors." Michio laughed.
An eyebrow raised as Emily asked if he was going to stick around there for a while. "Now that all depends..." His eyebrow stayed slightly perked as he spoke, but now the reason for it raising was different. Now it was more questioning than it had been before. He stepped closer to her, leaning against the wall next to her. His eyes stayed on her, looking her up and down as he spoke. "If I do will you be sticking around here with me?" His tone matched hers in playfulness, but there was an underlying sense of...lust was really the best word for it. But that tone was present in almost every word that ever came out of Michio's mouth. Sometimes it was just a little more well...obvious than other times.
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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 21, 2008 19:34:14 GMT -4
Emily's eyes stayed on Michio as he took to the wall beside her. She looked over his tall, thin body. Gods he was a work of art. At least this artwork wasn't guarded, that way she could just reach out and touch.
"Now that all depends." she replied, mocking him slightly, but her tone still playful. She turned up on her one side, turning towards him more then she already was. "If i do stick around, what would we be doing together?" she asked, voice changing from playful to teasing.
She ran her hand back through her hair, the delicious vanilla scent releasing from the strands as she gave them a gentle shake.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Sept 23, 2008 17:03:55 GMT -4
Michio felt Emily's eyes on him as he leant up against the wall beside her. That only reinforced both his confidence and his ego. It also reinforced the idea that Michio may have been rusty when it came to flirting and the ladies in general. But he hadn't completely lost his natural charm. And that was...comforting for him to know.
"Well now that really depends..." Michio's tone mocked her after mocking him, not in a bad way though, if that made any sense at all. "What you you like us to be doing together?" A thin, but perfectly arched eyebrow perked as Michio questioned her motives. It didn't really take a genius to see what the boy was thinking. After all, Michio did pride himself on being painfully obvious with his sexual escapades. Unfortunately that didn't always go over well with females. Most just giggled and continued to flirt back; but occasionally Michio ran into the difficult ones. And difficult was something Michio couldn't STAND because Michio had some epic stubborness, and a ridiculous amount of determination.
Michio inhaled a little deeper as Emily ran a hand through her hair, releasing some delicious scent. It traveled up into Michio's nostrils and he smiled. "Just for the record, you smell delicious." She smelled like vanilla. Michio had always like vanilla. It was a nice chanage from the normal stinging scent of cigarettes and alcohol, which unusually wasn't stuck to Michio's hair, skin and clothes. He hadn't really been smoking or drinking a lot. He hadn't really been going out often because something had been messing with his head. But Michio was definitely going to go out more often from now on. He had missed his nightlife and party friends. The old Michio was definitely going to make his comeback soon.
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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 23, 2008 17:50:06 GMT -4
Emily's cheeks redened slightly at his comment. She knew that the vanilla scent flowing from her smelled wonderful, but having Michio say it made it that much better. Most people liked the scent, and it was one of her personal favorites.
She smiled brilliantly at him as she stepped slowly from his side.
"Well..." she started to answer his question, "This is a dance studio." she added on, smiling back at him still. She stopped when her foot slid against her bag, beside the music player. She slid her sweater off her shoulders and down off her arms. She let it fall to the floor behind her, before bending over, giving Michio something to look at. She turned the music back on, letting the sound fill the room again.
Slowly, she moved back towards him, twisting her hips in slow figure eights as she moved. As she neared Michio, she gave a little twirl. She stopped infront of him, lacing her arms in around his waist.
"Shall we?" she asked, pulling at him slightly.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Sept 23, 2008 18:41:28 GMT -4
Wow, this Emily girl definitely had some idea of what she was doing. Michio eyes didn't move from Emily's form as she peeled off her top sweater, before dropping it to the floor. And his eyes definitely didn't move when she bent over. Michio didn't know what it was with rear-ends but they were always pleasing to stare at in his mind, which was made obvious by his sexual orientation. And Emily's rear-end was no exception to Michio's liking. He assumed that it was a gift from years of dancing, and for a second he actually considered taking it up. But his lack of skill was something that would definitely get in the way there.
Michio's eyes watched Emil'ys hips move around and around as she walked towards him. Hips were another big turn on of his. How did she seem to know already? Maybe it was just the lust interferring with Michio's head. After so much of the same thing, almost anything different could be considered sexy. Like people who go to nude beaches often find that when people wear clothes it is incredibly sexy. Michio didn't really see why, but he was just going by what he had heard. Michio's face didn't do so much as flush when Emily wrapped her arms around his waist. His lips twinged upwards into a small smile. But where most guys would blush and back away, Michio let himself be pulled out away from the wall. He chuckled a bit as he followed Emily out onto the floor. Somehow dancing wasn't really what he had in mind. But he presumed dancing entailed some of the same aspects, at least
"Well before we begin I must warm you that I am a pretty pathetic dancer." Unfortunately it was a fact that Michio could not deny. The poor Asian boy had two left feet, and those left feet were horrible at choreographed dancing. The only time Michio really danced was when he went out 'clubbing' as most people like to call it. But even then it wasn't really dancing, it was more like rubbing up against each other at a frantic pace in hopes of getting laid. And nomrally it worked well enough, but it didn't really get the people doing it a dancing scholarship, more like a one-night stand full of messy sex. But that was a thought for another time. "To put it in the nicest terms possible I have two left feet. But I shall try." Now this was going to be quite the amusing site.
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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 23, 2008 19:05:20 GMT -4
Emily stood in the middle of the room with Michio. She still stood close to him, swaying gently from side to side, hips moving opposite of shoulders. Music always did this to her. Already it was engolfing her, taking hold. She fought it though. She held desperatly onto the want to be with Michio, in more ways then was appropriate.
Gods he radiated sexy. Atleast some one up there listened now and again.
"No need to worry about your feet." she said, voice playful and filled with a music quality. "When you're partners good, you are too." She circled him, one hand running along his waist. I'm good at other things too. she added on silently, looking him over, taking in his every detail. Hopefully he would stick around long enough to see more.
She stopped back infront of him. She took his hands gently in her own. Slowly she twirled and moved around him, switching from hand to hand.
"You going to move soon?" she wispered as she paused for just a moment behind him.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Sept 23, 2008 19:43:49 GMT -4
"Oh, I wish I could believe that." Michio's tone was doubtful, but it still held a bit of jest. That underlying sense of lust was still in there because well Michio definitely wanted Emily, in ways that didn't involve dancing. Nothing like making fun of yourself to make you feel more secure? The hand that had slid around Michio's waist was enough to set his mind racing. It was the same feeling and mind-racing that he used to get, before he had met Talli, and just like everything else that reminded him of his old life, Michio had definitely missed it. This was exactly what he needed right now, and clearly he was speaking to the right girl for the matter.
Michio snapped back to reality when he heard Emily's voice behind him. He had kind of lost himself in his own thoughts again. Once again an accident, because he was...distractable to say the least. He pried his eyes off the floor and a smirk slowly made it's way to his lips. His arms stretched behind him, wrapping themselves around Emily's waist. He tugged at her a bit, pulling her so she stood in front of him. "Perhaps I will, and perhaps I won't." Michio looked her up and down, smirking as he did so. "What are you going to do?"
"Now let me guess, do you work at Emporers?" Michio made a reference to one of the few strip-clubs actually located on Ryo. His tone was completely in jest, so hopefully she wouldn't take it as offensive. "Because if so..." Michio bent over a bit, leaning his face closer and closer to Emily's, but stopping right before their lips touched. "Then, maybe I should go there more often." Even Michio had to admit that Emily was that good at what she did.
[[Sorry if it seems like I god-moded a little bit. I'll change it if you'd like me to.]
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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 24, 2008 15:37:32 GMT -4
[[No, no. I don't mind at all.]]
Emily slipped out from under Michio. It was hard to controle her wants when he got so close, then stopped. If she hadn't moved she would have gladly thrown her arms around him, pressing her mouth to his, her body against his. Gods why did he have to be so damn desirable, and so damn close.
She moved around him a bit more, keeping contact with him as she did. So the twinge she had gotten about him looking familiar wasn't wrong. "I do work at Emporer's." she replied. "And you should come more often." she added on playfully, stopping back infront of him.
She stepped in close to him, wrapping her arms back around his waist. "How to make you dance with me?" she pondered outloud. She was silent for a moment. Ah, an idea. Luckily she was in the company of a hormone crazed boy. A bliss that was part of teenage life.
"We can start ere." she wispered. She stood up on her toes, gently pressing her mouth onto his. She parted quickly, and stepped slowly, severing all contact between them. "For more you'll have to dance with me." she teased.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Sept 24, 2008 16:05:51 GMT -4
Michio was really resisting temptation as he pulled his head back. He doubted that Emily would have thought of him as any less sexier if he had moved forward, but he probably would have felt that way about himself. Because well, Michio wasn't easy easy, he was just...easy. Just the one 'easy' makes all the difference. "Well now that I know you work there I definitely plan to." Michio wasn't totally sure if Emily was actually being serious or not. He knew that she probably good. Even if she wasn't a good dancer, she could probably work there. All you really needed was a pretty face, and a good butt. And from what Michio had seen so far, Emily had both.
After a moment or two of mental debate, Michio decided that he'd probably stop by Emperor's later that night, just to see if Emily had been serious. And even if she wasn't being serious then he could get an alcohol and a lapdance from a girl probably less pretty, but just as lustful. Either way, Michio could possibly get into someones pants, and that was rarely ever a bad thing. It was only bad when the girl was clingy, and these girls made a living by taking off their clothes so Michio doubted that they were clingy. It was a win-win situation for Michio, he just couldn't possibly lose.
Michio's eyes widened as Emily placed her lips on his. He had to admit that he wasn't expecting it, but that didn't make him enjoy it any less. But alas, it didn't last as long as he could have hoped. She pulled away a moment later commenting on his not dancing. Damnit. She already had his weaknesses figured out. "Well, that's a good place to start." Michio nodded his head a bit, looking at Emily with a smirk. But let's just hope that you're the type to finish what you start. Sighing Michio crossed his arm, leaning all his weight to one leg. Shaking his head Michio shrugged his shoulders. "If you really insist on seeing my horrific dance moves then fine." Michio took a step towards her, once again connecting them but wrapping his arms around her waist. "But you can't say that I didn't warn you."
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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 24, 2008 16:22:19 GMT -4
Breaking the contact between them hadn't been the easiest thing to do. When he stepped forwards and took her in his arms she shivered slightly with pleasure. It was rather aweful that she already wanted him, even if for just today. It wouldn't be a bad thing, and it wouldn't be hard either.
She turned her head back up to face him. He wasn't extremely taller then she was, just a couple inches, but it was enough to look up at him. "If any bit of you can be horrific, I'll be amazed." she said, holding back a small laugh. He couldn't honestly be as bad as he thought. And a dancer is only as good as his partner. He was lucky he had a great partner.
She stepped back slightly from him, giving him a quick look over. "I'm sure you'll be a fine dancer if you come around here often enough." she added after a moment of silence. "I'll help you. And I know that I can dance." Ah, the ego boost. She couldn't help it. She loved herself a bit too much. Loving some one else wouldn't be an easy task, her heart -well that stupid area in your mind that stores that junk- didn't have enough room to love some one else.
"Now. Are you going to start this party, or shall I?"
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