Post by xx CariDee on Mar 16, 2007 14:52:24 GMT -5
If you've ever been told that Shyness wasn't going to get you far in life you'll know how you felt afterwards. Yet for someone who told herself that and made it her motto it was an easy entrance for the slim blond. Loosely made curls wee bundled into a tight tail with wisps near her ears. In those ears were medium sized hoops that swung against her cheeks as she sat at the bar. Semi-sparkled lips pressed together slightly in a pout as she thought about what drink she proffered tonight. After all she hadn't been out for a long time and it was a lonesome occasion. The club had just opened and yet still was jammed, music blaring and stuffy.
Smokey eye shadowed flickered as spotlights fell over the room. The seats weren't really in the perfect place directly in the way of the beams although it added more interest to get up and dance. This was the time to have fun and dancing was fun for many but to CariDee it was practice, showing off. Fresh ice blue eyes looked over the crowds as she slid off the seat revealing her height once more. Dressed in the normal jeans and t-shirt with black high-heeled sandals it was a good time to practice. Usually not many who went to Rothud actually came here by choice but it was interesting to see those who were missing out. A lot of those here were amazing at break dancing, something that she had never been able to master; just ballet until the age of 15 and a bit of everything now and then.
Looking back at the bar she sighed and walked forward leaning against the wall. The dance floor was overcrowded and full of couples trying to beat their friends and see how long they could dance before falling over, drunk. It was something very common to here but she couldn't complain. Most of the time her t-shirts and trousers were too big for her after suffering from anorexia for a few years. Although recovered CariDee still watched her weight dramatically and counted each thing she put past her lips. Yet everyone had their own problems, whether it is drugs - once tried by her, or abuse. No one was perfect as she found out the hard way.
Being labelled a dumb blond was the least of her worries, many had actually tried to hide this by darkening their shades but being completely natural; in regards to the few streaks done at the hairdressers, gave her the advantage of looking normal. In a way everyone had their secrets even those who said they didn't they kept things away from each other. Just like herself, CariDee had never told anyone her own secrets, why trust something with something important? Yet right now she looked around looking for a chance to dance.
Yet when one of those songs that you can't resist dancing to came on she pushed off the wall and found a nice space. She'd already made a routine to this exact song and what was the point of just shaking your hips. Clicking on each beat while her right hip was pushing her leg out and bent she turned around and stopped as she saw someone come through the door. Her first reaction:
"Oh Shit!"
Falling back from view she began to come closer to the DJ and had to keep putting her thin black polished flinger's to her ears to mute it slightly for only a while. This wasn't something she needed right now. Sometimes when someone you despise walks in, knowing that you’re in there, you run. You have a sixth sense that tells you that they are looking for you, their body language is obviously stalking prey and being one who knows them your instinct screams you.
Smokey eye shadowed flickered as spotlights fell over the room. The seats weren't really in the perfect place directly in the way of the beams although it added more interest to get up and dance. This was the time to have fun and dancing was fun for many but to CariDee it was practice, showing off. Fresh ice blue eyes looked over the crowds as she slid off the seat revealing her height once more. Dressed in the normal jeans and t-shirt with black high-heeled sandals it was a good time to practice. Usually not many who went to Rothud actually came here by choice but it was interesting to see those who were missing out. A lot of those here were amazing at break dancing, something that she had never been able to master; just ballet until the age of 15 and a bit of everything now and then.
Looking back at the bar she sighed and walked forward leaning against the wall. The dance floor was overcrowded and full of couples trying to beat their friends and see how long they could dance before falling over, drunk. It was something very common to here but she couldn't complain. Most of the time her t-shirts and trousers were too big for her after suffering from anorexia for a few years. Although recovered CariDee still watched her weight dramatically and counted each thing she put past her lips. Yet everyone had their own problems, whether it is drugs - once tried by her, or abuse. No one was perfect as she found out the hard way.
Being labelled a dumb blond was the least of her worries, many had actually tried to hide this by darkening their shades but being completely natural; in regards to the few streaks done at the hairdressers, gave her the advantage of looking normal. In a way everyone had their secrets even those who said they didn't they kept things away from each other. Just like herself, CariDee had never told anyone her own secrets, why trust something with something important? Yet right now she looked around looking for a chance to dance.
Yet when one of those songs that you can't resist dancing to came on she pushed off the wall and found a nice space. She'd already made a routine to this exact song and what was the point of just shaking your hips. Clicking on each beat while her right hip was pushing her leg out and bent she turned around and stopped as she saw someone come through the door. Her first reaction:
"Oh Shit!"
Falling back from view she began to come closer to the DJ and had to keep putting her thin black polished flinger's to her ears to mute it slightly for only a while. This wasn't something she needed right now. Sometimes when someone you despise walks in, knowing that you’re in there, you run. You have a sixth sense that tells you that they are looking for you, their body language is obviously stalking prey and being one who knows them your instinct screams you.
