Post by alyna on Jan 26, 2006 18:47:36 GMT -5
She had gone it over so many times over the trip; she knew exactly what she would do.
Yet as Alyna stepped into the Entrance Hall, straight black hair, forest green eyes, pale skin and all, she was breathless, and forgot all of her previous plans.
After she had picked up the bag she had dropped in her awe, she quickly regained her pessimistic attitude.
They're really full of themselves here, aren't they? She tried to counter-act her first impression. Think it's so easy, don't they? I'll show them.
Alyna had just been transferred from a small opera house in southern France. She hated it there, and she was determined to hate this place just as much. It was not the transfer that had so infuriated her, however. It was the fact that her parents, living two doors down from the opera house where she was raised, were the ones who requested it.
Alyna was a dancer, perhaps one of the best, and had trained as one as long as she could remember. However, she only danced to keep her body flexible and able to do other things. Right now, every muscle in her body was preparing to leave Paris at a dead run, and yet she could not make herself do so. There was something different about this place, and she was suddenly overcome with determination to find out what it was.
I'll leave after that, she thought to herself. After I find out.
Yet somehow as she thought this, she knew she was virtually handcuffing her hands to the very pillars that held the opera house up.
Yet as Alyna stepped into the Entrance Hall, straight black hair, forest green eyes, pale skin and all, she was breathless, and forgot all of her previous plans.
After she had picked up the bag she had dropped in her awe, she quickly regained her pessimistic attitude.
They're really full of themselves here, aren't they? She tried to counter-act her first impression. Think it's so easy, don't they? I'll show them.
Alyna had just been transferred from a small opera house in southern France. She hated it there, and she was determined to hate this place just as much. It was not the transfer that had so infuriated her, however. It was the fact that her parents, living two doors down from the opera house where she was raised, were the ones who requested it.
Alyna was a dancer, perhaps one of the best, and had trained as one as long as she could remember. However, she only danced to keep her body flexible and able to do other things. Right now, every muscle in her body was preparing to leave Paris at a dead run, and yet she could not make herself do so. There was something different about this place, and she was suddenly overcome with determination to find out what it was.
I'll leave after that, she thought to herself. After I find out.
Yet somehow as she thought this, she knew she was virtually handcuffing her hands to the very pillars that held the opera house up.
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