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Post by Koops on Jun 25, 2007 23:45:55 GMT -5
Lynea stood in front of the mirrors in the large wooden dancing room. She started her music and began to slowly dance to it, twirling around quickly and rolling her hips. Quickly haulting she went back wards and did a piece from the macarena quickly, giggling to herself.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Jun 26, 2007 22:27:06 GMT -5
Dorian looked at her through the door way. "She's good," he thought. He set down his dance bag.
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Post by Koops on Jun 26, 2007 22:32:10 GMT -5
She finished up and walked over to the ghetto blaster and popped her CD out, putting it in it's case. Walking over to the other wall she grabbed her bag and put her things away, taking a drink of water.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Jun 26, 2007 22:33:35 GMT -5
Dorian clapped. He walked into the door. "Very good." he said. "i liked it."
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Post by Koops on Jun 26, 2007 22:35:07 GMT -5
"Oh! Thank you." Lynea stated back, surprised that someone was here so late in the afternoon besides herself.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Jun 26, 2007 22:37:39 GMT -5
Dorian silently got his jazz shoes on, "mind if I join you?" he started to stretch. He went into his splits and did a few slit rolls.
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Post by Koops on Jun 26, 2007 22:43:25 GMT -5
((What's a slit roll?))
She smiled "Not at all. I'm leaving in about half in hour anyways." Lynea stretched down again, touching her toes and then sat on the ground. She treched out her leg and brought her nose to her knee.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Jun 26, 2007 22:46:42 GMT -5
(( picture someone in their right russian spilt. They lay donw on the floor in the split and od a little slip thing and their back into there right russian split.))
"what type of dancing do you do?" Dorian was working on his Japanese split.
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Post by Koops on Jun 26, 2007 22:50:42 GMT -5
((Oh. Lol... XD!))
"Anything really, I improvise with whatever the song that comes on is." Lynea stated and gave an embarrased laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. Rolling her shoulders and hearing a satisfying crack she rolled her neck around in circles and half circles.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Jun 26, 2007 22:52:21 GMT -5
((Sorry, dancer here.))
"I dance almost everything, Ballet, tap, jazz, some hip-hop, street jazz, lyrical, and who knows what else." he said. "My father made me dance when I was young."
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Post by Koops on Jun 26, 2007 22:54:16 GMT -5
((It's cool. I;ve never met a dancer or talked to one so I don't really know anything about it.))
She hummed and stood up from the ground taking another slow drink and then going to her bag to put it away. "That's cool, dancing is just a hobby of mine, I rarely do it anymore."
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Jun 26, 2007 22:57:29 GMT -5
((I'll try to explain things then.))
"When did you start." Dorian got up and did six pirouette's in a row.
((Pirouette: French for whirl, it's when a dancer brings their leg to pase, or the knee and turns on one foot.))
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Post by Koops on Jun 26, 2007 23:01:10 GMT -5
((Yay! I knew that one before you told me.))
"When my dad said he wanted me to do something besides walk around be myself late at night, which was when I was around nine." Lynea answered and watched him do pirouette's a few times and then stood straight up again.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Jun 26, 2007 23:02:59 GMT -5
((That';s good!))
"My dad is really weird and thought that this way was the only way I'd ever get married." Dorian said as he walked over the barre. He put his leg up and it and stretched down.
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Post by Koops on Jun 26, 2007 23:08:32 GMT -5
((Yup.))
She walked over to the ghetto blaster and turned on the song Man I Used To Be be K-Os and turned it down so he could still do streches. Lynea started to listen to the beats of the song, it was jazz and break dancing all in one. Doing a few jerky movements to the song she did a hand stand and rested her head on the ground, beginning to spin on it. "Damn break dancing..." She moaned out as she stopped spining and flipped over, doing a another odd mood.
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