Post by Mina on Dec 5, 2004 6:08:08 GMT
The Dancing Hall held a dim glow, a purple haze blanketed the entire room with flashes of silver light streaking across the walls, floor and ceiling ever so often. In the center of the room crouched low on the floor was a girl, about the age of fifteen or so, with a unmistakably attractive body.
Mina had her long strawberry-brown hair tied up in a high ponytail so it's strands flowed down her arched spine in waves. She wore baggy khaki-coloured cargo's, and a tight white tank-top, cut short so her toned stomach was visible.
Her belly button was peirced, and from it hung a jeweled butterfly, dangling about a centremetre below the peircing. It was sterling silver with crystal-clear jewels. Silver hoops hung from her ears, and at the top of her left ear sat three studs. Each stud was a different shade of aquamarine, with stunning accuracy to the colour in her eyes.
She wore silver jewelry around her wrists and fingers, and her neck was adorned with a single chain, a song note was the pendant on the end. As Mina calculated her crouched position on the wooden dancing floor of the dance hall, the speakers at the back of the room blared a sudden beat.
The beat was heavy and even, clearly hip-hop. Trippy scratching filled the background of the song as it came into play and as the second relay of the beat began, Mina sank into her first move. Sliding her legs out by either side of her she bent her arms and dipped one of her shoulders low to the ground, then in one quick movement and the resounding thud of the music's beat she swung herself up into a standing position and broke into a full-on routine.
The curves on her body acted like strings to the music, every beat triggered another sharp move, every scratch-break in the song, caused Mina's body to stutter into an amazing show of isolation. She moved her knees in a funky figure eight, then held them still while her hips jutted to either side in unison with the beat. Following her hips was her rib cage, then her shoulders, then her head and neck.
As seconds of the isoltion passed she broke into a heated body roll, each part of her body passing the rythme onto the next as she felt the music, breathed the music, loved the music. Suddenly the music veered into a driven percusion of sharp instruments and Mina's body replied with a scissorlike move of backflips.
When the finale approached she landed a final backflip and slid forward on her knee's, lifting her hands in fists, crossed above her tilted head as the final beat ended her performance.
Thud.
She sat in the held position for a few moments, breathing heavily and hot from nose-tip to toe, in more ways then one. Then a shy feeling ran over her as she realised, she wasn't the only one in the hall. Someone had been watching the entire dance. Mina blushed and dropped her hands to support her as she stood, her quick breathing was the only thing she could hear, along with the rapid thumping of her heart.
Mina had her long strawberry-brown hair tied up in a high ponytail so it's strands flowed down her arched spine in waves. She wore baggy khaki-coloured cargo's, and a tight white tank-top, cut short so her toned stomach was visible.
Her belly button was peirced, and from it hung a jeweled butterfly, dangling about a centremetre below the peircing. It was sterling silver with crystal-clear jewels. Silver hoops hung from her ears, and at the top of her left ear sat three studs. Each stud was a different shade of aquamarine, with stunning accuracy to the colour in her eyes.
She wore silver jewelry around her wrists and fingers, and her neck was adorned with a single chain, a song note was the pendant on the end. As Mina calculated her crouched position on the wooden dancing floor of the dance hall, the speakers at the back of the room blared a sudden beat.
The beat was heavy and even, clearly hip-hop. Trippy scratching filled the background of the song as it came into play and as the second relay of the beat began, Mina sank into her first move. Sliding her legs out by either side of her she bent her arms and dipped one of her shoulders low to the ground, then in one quick movement and the resounding thud of the music's beat she swung herself up into a standing position and broke into a full-on routine.
The curves on her body acted like strings to the music, every beat triggered another sharp move, every scratch-break in the song, caused Mina's body to stutter into an amazing show of isolation. She moved her knees in a funky figure eight, then held them still while her hips jutted to either side in unison with the beat. Following her hips was her rib cage, then her shoulders, then her head and neck.
As seconds of the isoltion passed she broke into a heated body roll, each part of her body passing the rythme onto the next as she felt the music, breathed the music, loved the music. Suddenly the music veered into a driven percusion of sharp instruments and Mina's body replied with a scissorlike move of backflips.
When the finale approached she landed a final backflip and slid forward on her knee's, lifting her hands in fists, crossed above her tilted head as the final beat ended her performance.
Thud.
She sat in the held position for a few moments, breathing heavily and hot from nose-tip to toe, in more ways then one. Then a shy feeling ran over her as she realised, she wasn't the only one in the hall. Someone had been watching the entire dance. Mina blushed and dropped her hands to support her as she stood, her quick breathing was the only thing she could hear, along with the rapid thumping of her heart.
