Post by List on Feb 25, 2006 9:52:37 GMT -5
::Pale feet moved quickly, catching on nails, leaving small traces of blood. The pain was ignored, hands moving in a strange pattern. Hair riddled with weapons, eyes closed, she stopped, panting heavily. Straight bangs hung limply in front of the pale face. She wore her usual outfit, despite the freezing weather. An umbrella supported her, its spike sinking into the wood. Sweat fell from her chin, landing on the dock beneath her. She had been training yet again. This time, it was gypsy based.She slowed her breathing, hand over her heart.::
"Jeez..."
::She was hot, instead of cold. She felt like she was burning up. Waling over to a patch of snow, she picked a bunch up, putting it one her head. Sighing, she kept it there. A small breeze came by, ruffling the cloth at her waste. Wet hair now plastered to her face, she took up the same stance she had taken about twenty minutes earlier. Then, she began again, feet hitting the exact spots as they had before. In her head, a song was going through her mind. At one certain note, she pulled back the umbrella, and its spikes flung out, giving her a nice gash in her upper chest, just below the neck. Frowning, she felt it, examining the blood on her fingers.::
"Shoot."
::Walking over to a small box, she opened it, revealing bandages. She took them out, and began fixing them onto her neck. All things considered, the wound was rather shallow, compared to the ones she had gotten before. Once the task was done, she began again, pulling the umbrella once more, this time dodging the spikes that flew to wards and away from her. From there, she continued the pattern dance, feet once more making bloody spots on the dock. Once again she finished, and began again. The same dance, over and over. Soon, when she added more steps and made it more complicated, the blood began to make a pattern. Finishing once more, she stopped, looking at her work. Nodding in satisfaction, she sat, taking a small rest.::
"Jeez..."
::She was hot, instead of cold. She felt like she was burning up. Waling over to a patch of snow, she picked a bunch up, putting it one her head. Sighing, she kept it there. A small breeze came by, ruffling the cloth at her waste. Wet hair now plastered to her face, she took up the same stance she had taken about twenty minutes earlier. Then, she began again, feet hitting the exact spots as they had before. In her head, a song was going through her mind. At one certain note, she pulled back the umbrella, and its spikes flung out, giving her a nice gash in her upper chest, just below the neck. Frowning, she felt it, examining the blood on her fingers.::
"Shoot."
::Walking over to a small box, she opened it, revealing bandages. She took them out, and began fixing them onto her neck. All things considered, the wound was rather shallow, compared to the ones she had gotten before. Once the task was done, she began again, pulling the umbrella once more, this time dodging the spikes that flew to wards and away from her. From there, she continued the pattern dance, feet once more making bloody spots on the dock. Once again she finished, and began again. The same dance, over and over. Soon, when she added more steps and made it more complicated, the blood began to make a pattern. Finishing once more, she stopped, looking at her work. Nodding in satisfaction, she sat, taking a small rest.::