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Post by Midnight Parker on Sept 18, 2010 16:09:23 GMT -4
SOMETHINGSI'LLNEVERKNOW---------------------  ---------------------MIDNIGHTANNETTEPARKER--------------------- 'I really hate the rain!' Midnight thought, holding her hands above her head as she ran toward the nearest building. As she opened the door, she sighed, grateful to be out of the wetness. She quickly shook off and decided to look around. She went through another set of doors a few feet away and found a huge room full of seats facing an immense stage. 'Guess this must be the concert hall.' Walking down one of the twenty-foot-long aisles, Midnight made her way to the stage. She climbed up the three steps and stood upon it, looking out at an imaginary crowd. She feigned nervousness before beginning a small pirouette that began a dance routine she had learned several years prior.
The lights, the music, the glamor, the crowd, she saw it all. Of course, they weren't there at all, only in her mind. That was all she needed. Her cheeks and lips tightened in a smile as her eyes closed in happiness. She was that stage. It came naturally to her, dancing did. But, it was only thanks to her caracal grace. She was clumsy otherwise. She completed another pirouette and jumped, spinning. This was the part of the dance that she'd never mastered. Midnight had nearly broken both ankles numerous times attempting this jump, but she was determined. Currently, she was so enveloped in the music playing in her head and the emotion of it all. It wasn't a conscious decision, she just did it.
Flying into the air she went, three, perhaps four, feet. It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she realized that she was off the ground. Heartbeat racing, breath increasing, pupils dilating, yes, she was in full blown panic. Her limbs began flailing as she raced, seemingly in slow motion, toward the ground below the stage.
Searing pain surged through her left wrist and ankle. Midnight quickly but gingerly grabbed her wrist, attempting to stop the pain. She inhaled sharply through her teeth, making an almost hissing sound. 'I don't think I'm getting up from this one.' Trying to get up, Midnight moved her leg. She hadn't damaged her knees, which was good to know. She carefully crawled toward a chair, thinking that she could at least sit down somewhere. Putting her right hand on the seat, she lifted her right leg so that her foot was on the ground. 'Now comes the hard part.' Midnight pulled herself into a more-or-less standing position. She put slight pressure on her left foot as she turned around. Once more, searing pain shot through her ankle. She sat down quickly to relieve the pain. "Yeah, I think it's broken," she thought aloud in a medium-loud voice. ---------------------
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Post by Selah Belle Madison on Sept 18, 2010 20:27:30 GMT -4
 Refuge from the Rain[/size][/center][/font][/color] [/i] Selah thought as she ran toward the Concert Hall. She had been there only once before, when she had met Felix, but she remembered where it was. Selah was glad she had her MP3 with her, she hoped to do some dancing on the stage while she was staying out of the rain. She pushed open the door, closed her eyes, and took in the smell of the Concert Hall. She loved the smell of a stage, the smell of an auditorium, the feel of it all. But, her eyes snapped open when she heard light footsteps on the stage. She saw a figure dancing, dancing amazingly, on the stage. Finding a seat in the back row, where the girl couldn’t see Selah, she watched. Selah wondered if the girl knew what each move was called, if she had gotten lessons, if she had been classically trained. She wondered if the girl was like her, if she had had to learn everything on her own, if she had had to make up names of the moves, if she had to support herself. Suddenly, images of herself flashed into Selah’s mind. Her at a young age seeing a dancer on T.V. and aspiring to be just like her, her trying to find someone to teach her for free, her finally deciding to teach herself. Selah saw her entire dancing career; she saw the endless hours of practice she had to do just to learn one move, the hours of research to find moves to learn. She felt lower than other dancers who had been taught by professionals, and she felt uncomfortable just thinking about everything. Selah looked down at her MP3, pondering whether she should go and dance with the girl, or if she should wait and applaud. Looking through her songs, Selah was going to play a song for her, as the girl was dancing to nothing…which she understood, because any great dancer could dance without music. She liked to call it Dancing to Silence. Running her fingers through her long, black hair, Selah looked up just in time to see the girl fall. She cringed as the girl clutched her wrist, and crawled to a chair that was placed on the stage for one reason or another. She watched motionless as the girl tested her ankle, which must have gotten hurt also. Selah decided that she should go and see if she was alright, or if she need some help. “Yeah, I think it’s broken,” [/i] the girl said as Selah got closer to the stage. She practically jogged the rest of the way down the aisle, and up the steps, she hated it when other people were hurt.[/color] “Hey, are you alright?” Selah said as she approached the girl.
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Post by Midnight Parker on Oct 7, 2010 21:18:10 GMT -4
SOMETHINGSI'LLNEVERKNOW------------------------------------------MIDNIGHTANNETTEPARKER--------------------- "Hey, are you alright?" Midnight heard a voice say. She looked up into the face of a girl with black hair and eyes that looked brown. Midnight would normally freeze up into her mask and say that she was fine or would get over it, but she felt herself actually breaking down and opening up. Instead of forcing a straight face, Midnight actually bit her lip in uncertainty. "I'm not sure," she said. The words felt empty, as if she wasn't really saying them, but rather watching herself say them. It felt like an out-of-body experience. "I think my ankle's broken. The dance teacher's gonna be so mad," she added with a self-deprecating laugh. "I'm an idiot." There went the Midnight she knew, critical in every way. She paused a moment. "Thanks for being concerned, though. That was very thoughtful of you. I'm Midnight, by the way." She stuck out her hand in the expected way, as was custom to most introductions. 'Okay, what now? I'm sitting here, talking to a girl that's a stranger, with an ankle that's probably broken, and no way to get any help. Well, maybe if I play nice, she'll take me to the nurse. That's a little manipulative, don't you think? Well, on the other hand, if she doesn't take me, I can't very well take myself, not with a broken ankle. But, then, maybe I should just ask her to take me. But I can't do that! Show no fear, or, in my case, weakness! But if I don't, then it might be hours before I get to go, and the sooner I'm treated, the better...I think. Aw, to hell with it! I'll ask her.' With a very frustrated sigh, more like a huff, Midnight put on her best humble voice and quietly said, "Do you think that you could maybe help me to the nurse? My ankle really hurts."It was a quiet question, and after she'd said it, she felt angry. 'You wuss! You're so weak! What, can't take a little pain?' Her head switched the direction that it was facing, as if following her thoughts. 'That's not fair! You know that our ankle is broken!' A quick realization of what had just happened caused Midnight to think out loud. "I think I've lost my mind," she said in a slow, seemingly entranced voice.---------------------
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Post by Selah Belle Madison on Oct 21, 2010 19:10:12 GMT -4
Refuge from the Rain [/size] [/center] [/font] [/color] [/b][/i] Selah slightly chuckled, knowing how the girl felt. Selah wanted to ask the girl about her dancing, everything about her dancing, but she did not know how to ask. She had not really talked to many people…well, she had talked to Felix, Skii, Ebony, and Ethan (those were the ones she could think of off the top of her head), but she mainly hung out with Ethan. Either way she was unsure how to talk to people when she first met them, each time she had met someone she had been awkward and had fumbled with her words. When Selah had finally talked herself into and out of and finally she pulled up enough courage to ask, when the girl began to talk. "Thanks for being concerned, though. That was very thoughtful of you. I'm Midnight, by the way." [/i] Selah took Midnight’s outstretched hand and shook it, smiling shyly. She studied the girl’s ankle, wondering if it was broken or just was a bad sprain. Starting to feel overly sympathetic, Selah began to imagine if she had been the one to break her ankle, and she couldn’t dance…or exercise, or anything else that she lived for. She shuddered, trying to get the thought out of her head. “Do you think that you could maybe help me to the nurse? My ankle really hurts." [/i] Selah looked down at the girl’s, er…Midnight’s, ankle. She was relatively surprised to see that it was swollen, and seemed to be tender to the touch. She was about to help Midnight up when she saw her head snap in an unnatural way, and then she couldn’t hear what Midnight had said, but she did see the words her lips formed. “I think I’ve lost my mind.”Selah looked at Midnight quizzically, her eyes tight, and tried to figure out what just happened inside the girl’s head. She stopped herself, not wanting to seem rude and tried to ignore what she had just seen…what she had just heard/read. Then, Selah slowly came to the realization that, possibly, Midnight had snapped from the stress of hurting her ankle and not being able to dance. Either way, she needed to help Midnight to the nurse.[/color]
“Y-yeah, I can help you to the nurse,” Selah gently pulled Midnight out of the chair, and made sure Midnight put most of her weight on her (Selah).
She semi-dragged semi-walked with Midnight down the stage steps and halfway up the aisle, on her way up there Selah was trying to convince herself to ask the girl about her dancing career, to start a conversation and be outgoing for once. She was holding Midnight’s right arm with her own right hand, and had her left arm wrapped around Midnight’s waist, trying her best to keep all the weight she could off of the injured left ankle. She sighed, and blew a strand of hair that had fallen in the middle of her face away. There was silence in the auditorium, and Selah could hear the rain outside. She shuttered thinking of how she had to go back out in it, but she would keep her mouth shut and bear it.
“Sooo,” Selah said when they had reached the halfway point on the aisle, “how did you start dancing?” Selah glanced slightly at Midnight, trying to make eye contact, but gave up quickly when she realized that she needed to keep her eyes focused on not tripping.
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Post by Midnight Parker on Oct 21, 2010 21:38:09 GMT -4
SOMETHINGSI'LLNEVERKNOW------------------------------------------MIDNIGHTANNETTEPARKER--------------------- "Y-yeah, I can help you to the nurse,"Midnight heard the girl say. She still hadn't learned her name but decided that it mattered not. 'All I care is that I'm getting to the nurse.' She had been helped up by her and was being led down the aisle, or up it, rather. Hearing that it was still raining, Midnight leaned her head back in vexation. 'Why is it still raining?' she thought with irritation. The voice of the girl pulled her from her thoughts. "Sooo, how did you start dancing?" Midnight was slightly stunned by the question. "Um...." she started, thinking momentarily as the memories came flooding back to her, vivid as they had ever been. Her mouth went dry a minute, and she swallowed before beginning. "Well, um, I guess it all started when I was a kid. You see, my parents really didn't want me, and I was pretty independent. But that independence came with a price, loneliness. Sure, my parents didn't really need to look after me, but I had no one to spend time with." She paused a moment, thinking about what to say next. She shrugged and said, "Well, I've always loved music, and I watched those movies about ballroom dancing and ballet. Have you ever seen those? Anyway, one day, I was really lonely, and I heard this beautiful piano piece playing. Something in the music just seemed to stir me to life, stir the emotions inside me, and the next thing I knew, I was replicating the things I'd seen in those movies. It felt wonderful, and magical, and --" she stopped herself, hearing the flightiness in her voice. "But, I'm getting ahead of myself. It was enjoyable, and I told my mother. She really didn't care, but she figured that if it was something I liked that could occupy me, why not? She signed me up for lessons, and, well, the rest is history, I guess." At this point, Midnight looked earnestly at the girl. "And what about you? How did you get started...." She searched for a name, only to remember that she hadn't gotten one. 'What kind of girl is she? She helps you out, listens to your story, but never gives her name? But, maybe she hasn't a name. But, that's ludicrous! Of course she has a name. Well, I'll get it from her first.' "But first, what is your name?"---------------------
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Post by Selah Belle Madison on Oct 22, 2010 14:21:20 GMT -4
Refuge from the Rain [/size] [/center] [/font] [/color] [/b][/i] Selah was still focusing on keeping both her and Midnight’s weight balanced when Midnight answered the question. "Well, I've always loved music, and I watched those movies about ballroom dancing and ballet. Have you ever seen those? Anyway, one day, I was really lonely, and I heard this beautiful piano piece playing. Something in the music just seemed to stir me to life, stir the emotions inside me, and the next thing I knew, I was replicating the things I'd seen in those movies. It felt wonderful, and magical, and…But, I'm getting ahead of myself. It was enjoyable, and I told my mother. She really didn't care, but she figured that if it was something I liked that could occupy me, why not? She signed me up for lessons, and, well, the rest is history, I guess."[/i] Selah smiled, it was a slight smile, but she smiled all the same. She smiled at the way Midnight had said the way music made her feel, for Selah felt the very same way. She also smiled slightly in jealousy, because Midnight had had a mother, whether the mother paid attention to her daughter or not, Midnight still had one…and Selah did not. She was also slightly intimidated because Midnight had received lessons, and Selah had not. She was still smiling that slight smile, when Midnight asked her a question in return. “And what about you? How did you get started...?” [/i] Selah had not been expecting the girl to ask in return, mainly so because she had not said she was a dancer, Maybe the girl could just tell, sometimes it was possible just by the way a person looked to tell that they danced, and danced often. Either way, she wasn’t sure if she wanted the girl to know that she had had to teach herself how to dance, Midnight had received lessons…from an actual teacher, while Selah had been made to teach herself, because the orphanage wouldn’t pay for it themselves. She felt her smile falter as she looked straight ahead, still keeping their combined weight balanced. Luckily, Midnight asked another question before she had to answer, "But first, what is your name?" [/i] Selah blinked repeatedly, she swore she had given Midnight her name. She thought for a moment, replaying the conversation, when she realized she had not given her name.[/color]
“Oh, wow, I’m so sorry,” Selah was already apologizing to Midnight before she had fully realized she hadn’t said her name, “I’m Selah, Selah Belle Madison,” she felt stupid once she said her whole name, she never knew why she always said her whole name, it was just something she had always done. “And how I s-started dancing is….a tedious story, really. I guess, long story short, I taught m-myself,” she made sure to keep her gaze straight ahead, not wanting to make eye contact since she felt so…stupid.
She left her explanation at that, not wanting to go into detail. If Midnight wanted to know more, she would ask, plain and simple. Selah and Midnight were almost to the door, and Selah felt herself cringe with the fact that the rain had not let up at all.
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Post by Midnight Parker on Nov 11, 2010 20:39:54 GMT -4
SOMETHINGSI'LLNEVERKNOW------------------------------------------MIDNIGHTANNETTEPARKER--------------------- 'Selah. That's a pretty name,' Midnight thought as they approached the door, inwardly rolling her eyes at the rain for not leaving. Upon hearing her explanation, Midnight said, "Really? That's cool! I wish I did that! Those lessons really didn't help much, other than technical stuff like the names of moves and helping me be a little more graceful. I still dance the exact same way I did back then. But, you're not supposed to. You're supposed to get better. You probably have, me, not so much." Upon saying this, she reflected. 'I wonder why she had to teach herself. Maybe it was purely out of want to do so.' Midnight felt her mind racing with questions, and they came pouring out of her mouth as quickly as they popped into her head. "So, how old were you when you started dancing? What was it like the very first time? Did your heart race? Was it thrilling? Did it feel natural?" Midnight blushed, embarrassed that she was questioning Selah like a wide-eyed child. "Sorry, I should slow down. I didn't mean to make you feel rushed," she said, fidgeting slightly from the embarrassment. As they approached the door, Midnight pulled her hood over her head. "I don't know if I'll be able to run through the rain, but I'll try. I don't know about you, but I can't stand the rain." That thought led Midnight to another question. "What's your shift? Mine's a caracal; it's a kind of cat, which is why I hate the rain." As Midnight placed a hand on the door to open it, she looked at Selah. "On the count of three?" she asked, not really caring about a reply. She looked steadily toward the door and exhaled loudly. "One....two.....three!" Midnight pushed open the door and attempted to run as fast as she could. She ran to the nearest tree for a break to catch her breath. She leaned against the tree, her ankle hurting badly. She looked down at her ankle to see how bad it was. It had swollen and was turning purple. Definitely not good. "Oh, man. I hope we get to the nearest building soon. Hopefully, it's the nurse's office." She took another deep breath and ran a few yards to the next tree. "I guess this is how it's going to be." She sighed. 'Am I ever going to get to the nurse's office?' she wondered despairingly. ---------------------
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Post by Selah Belle Madison on Dec 11, 2010 14:10:15 GMT -4
Refuge from the Rain [/size] [/center] [/font] [/color] [/b][/i] Selah smiled, not sure what to say. She hadn’t been expecting that kind of response, actually, she hadn’t really been expecting a response, but more of a “what a weird chic” look and for Midnight to walk away. The thought that maybe this Midnight girl was different, that maybe she wouldn’t be like she expected all other people to be. Selah knew well enough that judging people before you knew them was a terrible thing to do, but it was also part of the human mind-set, and Selah often found herself judging people the second she say them. "So, how old were you when you started dancing? What was it like the very first time? Did your heart race? Was it thrilling? Did it feel natural?"Selah wasn’t sure which question to answer first, she felt a bit out of place, having some one ask her so much about herself. She usually listened, not talked. "Sorry, I should slow down. I didn't mean to make you feel rushed."Selah was still looking ahead, still not looking forward to being out in the rain. But, she smiled, getting used to Midnight, and starting to enjoy her company. She laughed, then said,[/color] “It’s fine,” she answered Midnight’s apology first. “And I can’t exactly remember when I started dancing…it feels like I’ve been dancing all my life, ya know what I mean? But I do remember the first time I decided I wanted to dance,” Selah started to slow their walking as she talked. “I don’t remember what age I was when I decided I wanted to dance either, but, and I know this sounds lame, I remember that I saw it on T.V.,” Selah felt herself blush, feeling a bit foolish. “I don’t remember the show either, but I remember the dancer. Not her name, but her figure, she had a dark skin tone, and dark hair, and she had the most bright blue eyes I had ever seen. She was dancing to a slow song, and I bet I can still remember the lyrics,” Selah searched her mind, trying to think of the song, hoping she could still remember them. “And when you get the chance to sit it out or dance,” Selah sang, remembering the song clearly now, “I hope you dance, I hope you dance. I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance; never settle for the past of least resistance,” Selah stopped singing, suddenly embarrassed that she had not simply spoken the lyrics. “It was that song,” she said hoping her cheeks weren’t as red as she thought they were. “And the way the dancer moved…was breathtaking, I think that’s the word I want. She was sharp in her movements, but still legato,” she couldn’t think of a better word than ‘legato’ to describe the smoothness. “It inspired me, ya know? It was like she was dancing to show me that that’s what I was supposed to do with my life…and so I did. I started to teach myself how to dance two days after I saw that dancer on T.V., and the first time I started to teach myself was…frustrating,” Selah laughed the word, remembering how aggravated she had gotten. “But, once I stopped trying so hard…it came naturally. I stopped focusing on looking like the girl with dark hair and a dark skin tone,” Selah blinked a few times, realizing that the girl on T.V. looked a lot like she did now, only with a different eye color, “and I focused on looking like I loved what I was doing. I focused on loving it. And every time I dance is like that first time I just played a song and danced to it, it’s nerve wracking and exhilarating and…and amazing all at once,” Selah felt her eyes get a bit wider as she realized that she may have said too much, and scared Midnight away.
Selah heard Midnight comment about the rain, and so she looked outside, and shuddered. She could not stand the rain she could barely stand water.
“My shift is a black jaguar, which is also a type of big cat,” she laughed, glad Midnight didn’t seem weirded out by her over-talking. “Which is also why I can’t stand water, that and I have a fear of drowning,” again, Selah feared that Midnight would get weirded out and say that she could make it to the nurse’s on her own.
“On the count of three?” Midnight asked.
Selah nodded, and got ready to count.
"One....two.....three!" Selah and Midnight said at the same time.
Midnight pushed the door open, and Selah followed her as she ran. Midnight stopped and rested under a tree, Selah stood by her, glad to have some shelter from the rain.
"Oh, man. I hope we get to the nearest building soon. Hopefully, it's the nurse's office."
Selah nodded, agreeing with Midnight. She hoped Midnight’s ankle was only sprained and not actually broken, ‘cause if it was that wouldn’t be good for Midnight’s dancing, and, even though Selah had just met her, she didn’t want her dancing to suffer.
Midnight took off again, and Selah ran to the next tree with her. She wondered if it was good for Midnight to be running on that ankle, and Selah figured it was hurting her ankle even worse.
She heard Midnight sigh, and say something, but Selah was too focused on trying to figure out an easier way to get Midnight to the nearest building, which was still a few yards away, but still in sight range.
“You know, Midnight,” Selah said, still looking at the building closest to them, “I can probably try to carry you, or at least support some of your weight so you don’t hurt your ankle,” Selah said, looking from the building to Midnight to her ankle and back at the building.
She bit her lip as she waited for Midnight to give her an answer.
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Post by Midnight Parker on Dec 13, 2010 21:30:25 GMT -4
SOMETHINGSI'LLNEVERKNOW------------------------------------------MIDNIGHTANNETTEPARKER--------------------- Midnight listened as Selah told her about the first time she ever danced and what her inspiration was. Midnight regarded her with eyes that held a sparkle of interest. "I know that song. It's a beautiful song; it almost sums up your story, if you think about it." Selah had also mentioned that she was a black jaguar shift, and that she had a fear of drowning. Nodding her head, Midnight said, "I totally understand. Have you ever had a nightmare that you're lost in the middle of the ocean on a stormy night, and you get taken under by a giant wave? I've had that one on more than one occasion. Come to think of it, those were rainy nights,"Midnight realized with a shudder. Selah had offered to carry her or support her. As she leaned against the tree, Midnight bit her lower lip and gnawed on it slightly. 'Do I let her carry me and look weak, or do I try to tough it out?' "Well...." Midnight started, decision not coming easily, but soon logic took over and the decision was put before her. "..I wouldn't mind some support, just so I don't further injure my ankle. Thanks, though, for offering. You're incredibly kind. I don't know anyone else, not that I know a lot of people, that would even offer what you already have." Midnight gingerly wrapped her arm around Selah's shoulders and looked at her, feeling her face relax and break the mask she knew so well. Midnight could feel her face looking distraught and scared. With a sigh, Midnight meekly asked, "Are you ready?" Her eyes searched Selah's face, looking for an indication of what she was thinking. 'Why am I so scared? It's just rain.' She knew she was really just trying to hide the fact that she feared the fate her ankle may sentence her to, and she was looking for some kind of solace in Selah's face. Finally, she decided to throw caution to the wind and voice her sub-conscious question. "Have you ever hurt yourself?" She stared into Selah's eyes, searching for an answer. "Have you ever had to deal with the possibility of never dancing again?" When Midnight tried to picture the thought, she could hardly bear it. "Have you?" she asked, her voice cracking as her eyes filled with tears. She blinked numerously, trying to hold them in. She swallowed, and tried to muster her voice. In a barely-audible whisper, she repeated, "Have you?"---------------------
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Post by Selah Belle Madison on Jan 8, 2011 20:45:31 GMT -4
Refuge from the Rain [/size] [/center] [/font] [/color] [/b][/i] Selah looked at Midnight, she saw the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. She couldn’t help but want to help Midnight, even though she hardly knew her, she knew that Midnight’s whole world was crashing down. She knew what it was like for a dancer to face the possibility of not doing what they love. “Have you?”[/i] Selah blinked, not exactly sure how to answer. Had she ever had to deal with that possibility? Yes. Was it a long time ago? Yes. But did she still remember what it felt like? Could she still recall the feeling of her life seeming to fall apart? Yes. [/color] “Yes, I have,” Selah paused, not sure how to continue, not sure she wanted to continue. “It was a long time ago; about three years ago…it was when I was entered in Martial Arts competitions…I loved martial arts, almost as much as I loved to dance. The two activities went hand in hand, they each required strength and discipline and balance...and I had taught myself how to do both.” Selah stopped, trying to think of what to say next, she looked from Midnight’s face to the rain that surrounded them. “I was about twelve…if I’m remembering it correctly, it was a competition that would let me qualify to nationals,” Selah suddenly remembered it all, the smell of the room, the atmosphere, how nervous she had been…all of it. “I had tried to do a double flip, but I had landed it wrong…I was supposed to land on my feet, but instead I had landed on my head,” she chuckled, trying to ignore that old familiar feeling she got when she thought about that day, that competition. “I’m sorry, am I talking too much?”
Selah made sure she was supporting most of Midnight’s weight, as she began walking toward the building, hoping that maybe, just maybe, there was someone in there that could help them.
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Post by Midnight Parker on Feb 2, 2011 14:22:14 GMT -4
SOMETHINGSI'LLNEVERKNOW------------------------------------------MIDNIGHTANNETTEPARKER--------------------- Midnight bit her lip as she held back tears, coming both from fear for herself and sympathy for Selah as she told her story. She had never considered martial arts similar to dance in any way. She was shaken from these thoughts when Selah asked her if she was talking too much as they made their way toward the building in the distance. Midnight looked at Selah. "No, you're not talking too much. In fact, I like the way you tell stories of your past. You must be a proficient story-teller in general." 'No, that wasn't quite right.' Why couldn't she seem to say the right things? Just then, Midnight realized that Selah hadn't finished her story. She looked ahead and saw that they were near the building. 'I want to hear what happened before she leaves me,' Midnight thought determinedly. Turning her head toward Selah, Midnight mustered all the courage she had and asked, "What happened to you, after you landed on your head?" Unfortunately, the question came out very weakly. Midnight inwardly cursed at her weakness. 'Oh well, too late now,' she thought angrily, knowing her mask had come back up to prevent Selah from seeing the emotions run across her face. 'Why do I keep this mask up? Am I really that closed off? Why do I suddenly care so much?' She was so sick of putting on a serene, emotionally passive mask, and in a time like this, Midnight knew that if Selah looked at her, she would know that something was wrong; people just didn't go from looking scared to suddenly serene. She tried to relax her face, willing it to return to its prior expression before Selah looked at her. As she attempted not to attract attention to herself, she also made an effort to listen to anything Selah was saying, since she was fair at multitasking. Midnight looked up at the tall building that they were an estimated one hundred yards away from. It looked somewhat ominous in the darkness, but Midnight knew it held comfort from the rain, an odd sort of sanctuary. She stole a glance at Selah, wanting to read her emotions, her thoughts. Midnight just wanted some glimpse of certainty, whether that certainty was of her health, or just knowing that she had a friend. She didn't have many friends, but those she had she stayed loyal to. Something inside her wanted to tell Selah that, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She had no idea if it was appropriate, or what kind of response shefd get, for that matter. She just kept her mouth shut and looked at the ground.---------------------
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