Post by Casimira on Sept 20, 2011 0:57:38 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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B l e s s e d by the wind, we dance, we thrive,,
We s h i m m e r in the never-was,,
We are S h a n g r i-L a,,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
His voice cuts the air, notebook in hand, as the show is interrupted in the conference room, just outside the interviewing room. It appears the next character refuses to be called in on time. She hesitates before ceasing her dance, dropping her previous bent knee on the wooden table. Lowering the ocarina from her mouth, she rolls her eyes. A click of the tongue,”Guards, knights, ..? No, they won’t dare ruin a show.” Shoving the ocarina in her linen pouch, decorated in various beads, she jumps off the table. Placing a hand on her hip,"Casimira. I was named at birth, like all of us, and my last name I’ve tossed away. I have no nicknames either.”
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
She ponders for a moment,"I’m nineteen in looks, but far more older than you.” Casimira lets a smile grace her lips,”I’m from a land that never-was, Shangri-la…or ‘Heaven’ to what you all would believe. Or, was, until a certain Emperor years ago decided he needed rule it. Which brought me to Palamecia, before I began life as a travelling gypsy.”
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
Suddenly Casimira frowns, crossing her arms before huffing. "’Youn’un?’ Are you an older soul from Shangri-la?” At the asking of a date, her cheeks flush before coughing. ”W-what? Do I look like someone who wants to be tied down?”
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Hmmm, I wonder," she merely lets her hand travel down her body, before placing a hand firmly upon her hip,”I know basic defense, but my specialty is magic.”
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
”H-how dare you call me a—!!” Instantly she smacks him with her linen pouch. ”Insulting my talents to such an animal!”
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
Her cheeks flush, almost embarrassed to admit it. ”I’m four nine, and weight eighty pounds.”
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
She runs a hand along the tiny curves of her body,”I’m petite.” Moving her hips seductively, she adds in coyly,”I’m not ashamed of my body. It’s my temple. Someday you may get to know it?”
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
”It must reveal what I want, and I will consider it. Typically flashy stuff without being overly flashy, I suppose. As long as it is easy to maneuver in, I will wear it. I have performances, after all, to work with.”
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
She stretches before replying,”I’ve been stated to be quite similar in looks to Rukia Kuchiki of this BLEACH I hear so much about.”
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
”You seriously know how to charm a lady.”
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I like to play my ocarina, and perform in various shows. I like the spotlight, some spicy foods, and being free to do what I want. I like feathers, felines, and cute little dolls too." Her lips drop to a frown before she hisses,”I don’t like the smell of alcohol, I don’t like large animals (like horses), I don’t like bitter food. I don’t like grabby people when I perform, I don’t like overly obsessive fans, and I hate being ignored.”
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
”I dance, I sing, I entertain. I play the ocarina as well. As for secrets,” she hums faintly. ”Secrets? I’m guilty for comparing my body sometimes to other females. Their curvy bodies make me jealous. In the end, I still know my body is a temple and it’s all that matters. Plus, I spend hours painting my nails since I have no talent with any brush.”
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
”I am myself. What else is there to say?”
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
”We still have to see on that,” she flicks her short hair back over her shoulder. ”As of now, you couldn’t keep with my living style. Travel would run you down.”
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
”We’ll talk about rooms later,” a porcelain hand ensnares the other’s wrist before tugging. ”A dance, we shall have.” The two dance before the next question, the gypsy giggling at the stumbling interviewer.
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
”Had parents, originally lived in Palamecia (before city became said city) before Shan—erm, ‘Heaven’, returned to Palamecia and a new family. Perhaps reincarnation, but with no loss of memories. Maybe by my own will? Who knows. Have a new family, oddly enough are really my descendants.”
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
She shakes her head,”Nope. Can’t help you there. I would fancy a pet, someday, though.” Once more a coy smile comes to her features.
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
”Not really,” she merely shrugs. ”It wasn’t quite easy to escape ‘Heaven’ during his rule, but when he left a lot of us slipped away when returning to his previous ruling. A body didn’t take too long of a time to acquire, and my talents I’ve had since birth along with previous memories. After all, reincarnation at one’s will helps, doesn’t it? After I became sixteen, I ran from the family and began living how I live now. Constantly travelling and performing shows.”
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
She takes a deep bow,”The show must end, for you then.” Twirling on her right foot, she throws down an object that simply explodes into a shimmer of glitter and smoke. She simply slips away from the scene.
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Zidane.
age. You know it.
rp experience. Long enough.
rules. Thundaga.
rp sample.We are the mirage for those who dare to come and see,,
The burning in our blood will set us free,,- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Music of vibrant colour echoed through the main festivities. Various ages, figures both lanky and sturdy, and costumes performed within the custom ritual; the performance for dancing, this one appear similar to those under a particular practice. Among the countless attires a figure clothed in sky blue, the golden blonde twirling along with the rhythm. Hands grasped softly at another’s wrists, before he led the dance; the other following with ease, surprisingly the gypsy. They’d continue to bounce, circling while repeating the action, around the spacious area. Both laughing as the dance continued, the feminine and masculine forms close; teasingly close, but yet not touching. As the current music began to fade the two would part, the gypsy extending his right arm, palm open, as the woman slid away; he stood, as if he was witnessing a soul fade into the sunset.
It was only then did the music shift, no longer upbeat and yet not a song meant for lovers. Instead, the gypsy would notice, influences of a particular desert civilization ghosted the air; the vibe no longer full of random beats, but yet meant to hold an air of mystery (succeeding at that). An atmosphere meant for pleasure, teasing the senses, as a dance meant of celebrating the ability to give new life. He knew exactly what was meant to be seen from this dance. A seducing manner was how the hips swayed, slow and teasing, as the exposed midriff rolled; the silver gems lining the skin of both hips shimmered in the candlelit area. Powder blue mesh shifted as hands were raised to the air, the slow teasing actions never lost rhythm. Fingers gently placed the veil over the crown of his head, the white mask never moving an inch; a sun kissed complexion and sky blue irises exposed to the world, allowing those to gawk. The hands slowly outlining the gypsy’s form as arms fell gracefully; before repeating as hands were raised again, teasingly tracing each curve (the boy now realizing how even his own body was rather petite). Once more music would fade, and very little spectators would notice the candles that blew out; the smoke giving an air of tension mixed with suspense. All fell silent. The gypsy merely breathed. A cue for the audience.
A thunderous roar from the audience had come; their clapping could be heard for miles around. Lips spread wide to a smug smile as Zidane would lower his hands after the performance – the gypsy, once again, had successfully taken the spot light. As if on cue the genome would bow deeply; golden locks swaying to make various entwined beads of cerulean, violet, and white click against one another. Zidane would rise slowly as a powdered blue veil would fall over his face once more. The teen practically blew kisses to the spectators before beaming,”You’ve been a wonderful audience!” He was an actor in the middle of a high.
Twirling on his toes, the gypsy would hum and lean forward. A particular girl had caught his sky blue irises: Etoile. Slinking over toward the pearl-clothed woman, he’d flash a large grin. ”You came to watch me? I didn’t know you liked me like that.” Of course the teal woman would wrinkle her nose in disgust. Her rose painted lips would part, only to be silenced as the genome placed a finger to lips. ”No names,” he practically purred, his voice low with a hint of hitched breath. ”This is a night for fun! Where is your dance partner, anyway?” Brutus was nowhere within sight – how does one go about missing a seven foot man?
”Don’t be ridiculous, Lord,” her breathe would tease his skin; the gypsy picturing another in her place. ”Brutus must stay on active guard.” Etoile’s tone wasn’t harsh, and her chocolate irises revealed a wanting to dance. ”Besides, I came here instead to make sure you haven’t drawn negative attention to yourself. At the moment, all worries seem to be alright.”
Lips spread to smile, orbs glistening with a charade in place. ”Then slip off to join him,” Zidane would almost slur his words with another purr,”I am off myself, Etoile. See ya around.” He’d give a half wave; snickering knowing the woman took his advice shortly after his statement. The gypsy slinked into the garden, a mist of smoke covering his path, before tugging the powdered blue veil from his face, said bridal piece was sewn to the masquerade mask. Fingers brushed against the white mask before toying around the sky blue sequin that decorated the edges; the thief trying not to shiver, picturing the shimmering objects as treasures to be.
Zidane could pick up another song beginning, and swayed within the beats. Teasingly he brushed by another feminine form, wishing his tail wasn’t hidden beneath the fabric of his pants. However, he still produced a cute giggle before he flashed a smile. Tonight was meant to be a game for all, and Zidane pondered how many he could get to fall for his masked form. Yet, a lingering doom fell upon his thoughts; Kuja was still nowhere to be found, the same with Mikoto, and how would they take the shameless flirting? Mikoto, perhaps a facepalm and a scolding, but Kuja was another story. In fact the siren could send shivers, both of pleasure and fear, down the gypsy’s spine. Zidane wouldn’t doubt if words escaped of a blonde flirting – even if it was merely a game – Kuja would be the first to silence those words before punishment fell on Zidane.
Rounding another maze like corner, Zidane found what he was hoping to find. A lone, marble, bench, though simple in design, stood within the surrounding roses. Flopping down on the marble was when the gypsy released a sigh,”About time I get a break.” Shifting his weight to the left the thief would maneuver to free his tail, the appendage’s fur ruffled before appearing to have stretched. Once more a content sigh escaped Zidane’s lips as lashes fluttered shut on narrowing eyes. How do they stand it? Having my tail hidden for so long begins to hurt.
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