Dancing with Death (Solo)

[Aello]

Timestamp: 9 Winter, 510 AV Aello was sitting with her back against the wall. She was resting in yet another abandoned building; they seemed to be rather plentiful in some of the quieter Ravokian streets. This time, the room she inhabited appeared to have been newly-abandoned, meaning that the glass windows had been boarded up, signifying its being condemned to a lifetime of solitude, a lifetime without someone to live within it, but the inside still appeared fairly well-kempt. Thus, it couldn't have been abandoned for too long. The day was young, but even so, no light trickled its way through the boarded-up windows. The walls were a simple white, but they shone a pale gray in the darkened room. The floors were hardwood- a dark shade, maybe redwood. There was no furniture in the room, as though it had all been taken away. Well, that would be true if you didn't count carpets. There was a small red, ovular one by the foot of the open door, which reminded Aello of a welcome matt. There was no dust, no cobwebs in the corners, whoever had owned this place before, definitely cleaned up on a regular basis. It was a rather nice change of pace, to have somewhere quiet and relatively clean to rest. Even though it was two stories up, and on a nasty side-street... and the wall was rough... and the wood hard. Aello wished she had a pillow, but if she tried sitting on her bag, she'd destroy her supplies, and her quiver and her bow certainly wouldn't be of any use to her in this situation. Aello sighed heavily, she would simply have to make do with what she had, she thought, as she gently closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against the wall. Her hands were clasped together, and resting in her lap. Everything was so quiet, so peaceful the perfect atmosphere for a lengthy meditation. Aello began to breath deeply in through her nose, and out through her mouth, willing herself into a greater level of relaxation, a meditative state. As she was beginning to slip away into the inner reaches of her mind, a cool breeze swept through the room, rustling Aello's hair. That's strange, Aello thought, convinced that no sort of wind could make its way in through the windows. Tentatively, Aello opened her right eye, and looked around the room. It was the same as before. There was nothing or no one there, besides herself. Shrugging, Aello closed her eye again, and continued her deep breathing. Allowing her chest to rise and fall slowly, and for her mind to become empty; clear of anything that caused her any sort of pain or discomfort. But her sense of peace didn't last long, for she felt it again: the sudden burst of cool air that sent several shivers down her spine, and caused her pale lips to tremble. Startled, Aello opened her eyes again, and looked all around the room. She KNEW she had felt something, and then, she smelled something. Lavender? As Aello looked around again, she saw nothing until the last second. But even then, all she saw was bright red hair, as a cool storm swept over her, and her body shivered. After which, every muscle her body possessed grew stiff, rigid. Strangely still. Silent like the room. Her body had stopped shivering, even though her body still felt like an ice block, and she had lost all feeling in her fingertips, which at times, seemed as though they were taking on a dark purple tint. It was then that she knew for certain that she had never been alone, and that she was sharing her body with someone, all over again.

[Aello]

As soon as the ghost had entered Aello's body, she shook Aello's head, slowly back and forth, glancing across the empty room. "At last," the ghost said with a thick accent Aello couldn't quite but her finger on, "it has been so long," she added, taking a moment to get to her feet. The floor felt cold and oddly stiff beneath her feet. The ghost wiggled Aello's toes, before she kicked off her suede leather boots. "How do you walk in those things? All they do is cramp up your feet and make you step awkwardly. The heel is too heavy," the ghost commented, as Aello's boots landed with a thud on the other side of the room. "What is your problem?" Aello screamed. It seemed as though the only thing she had control over was her mouth. "Those were good boots! They're leather!" she added, trying to step forward towards them, in order to inspect the damage, but she found that the ghost was too strong for her, and she remained in place. The ghost scoffed. "They're nothing like ballet slippers; light on the feet," she said, as she stood barefoot on the wooden floor, slowly arching her feet and then rising onto her tippy-toes, attempting to balance her body, which was trembling slightly, the ghost raised Aello's arms over her head. The backs of Aello's heels and her ankles were beginning to ache, and Aello couldn't help but wonder what the ghost was doing, and what it wanted and expected of her. "Ugh, your body lacks discipline, balance," the ghost commented as they two began to wobble, and the ghost returned Aello's body to a normal standing position, her feet firmly planted on the ground. Feeling rather insulted, Aello cried, "does not, you just don't know how to use it." Hr face was growing warm and red with both anger and embarrassment. "You must be new to possession," she added under her breath. The ghost snorted. "Certainly not young one, and if you weren't so darn short, perhaps you could actually be a good dancer, you're skinny enough for it," the ghost said as she smacked Aello's thighs, as though she were testing how much fat was spread over them by how much they jiggled upon impact, and how long they took to stop doing so. Her legs being rather thin and relatively muscular hardly moved. "Thanks I think, oh giantess of a ghost," Aello said sarcastically, as the ghost suddenly lunged forward, and stuck Aello's right leg out behind her, while her hands shakily shot forward. Perhaps uncertain of how to control Aello's body still, the ghost fell forward, and if it weren't for Aello's hands being out to prevent it, Aello would have fallen flat on her face. Shaking her head, Aello pushed off the ground with her hands, and soon found herself standing upright, her feet firmly planted on the hardwood floor. Her hands were stinging however, as thin crimson red droplets of blood welled up around several cuts that had been caused by the fall. The ghost must have scraped herself on something, Aello thought, as the ghost lifted her bleeding hands before her. Dangling them in front of her face, and turning them slowly back and forth, inspecting them. Shrugging, after a few moments as though she thought nothing of it, the ghost quickly resumed her dance. "I was 5'8 in my day," the ghost commented, "your body is so small, hard to make graceful," she commented, as she raised Aello's right leg, and pressed her foot flat against her knee, the leg bent so it formed a triangle against a leg. "But I think that with time, I could make you a dancer," the ghost added. "But what if I don't want to be a dancer?" Aello asked the ghost. The ghost simply laughed, and switched legs, bringing the right foot down, and the left up, resting her foot against her knee. Her arms were out before her, arched into each other so they made a circular shape. The Moves : Like this except the foot is flat against the leg, as opposed to the toe being pointed. (And the arms are a little different).

[Aello]

The ghost chuckled, "you don't seem to have much choice in the matter," she replied, as she lowered her foot again, pressing it lightly into the floor before clicking her heels together, and pointing the toes outward in two separate directions, forming a ninety degree angle. Her knees were slightly bent, and she brought Aello's arms down slowly, so that they hung around her chest, as though she were cradling an invisible baby, but keeping her arms long. "That's not true!" Aello cried. The ghost raised one of Aello's brows quizzically, but made no movements other than that. "If that were true young one, you would have expelled me from your body a long time ago, wouldn't you?" she asked as she crossed her right leg over the left and slowly arched her feet upwards, before standing on her tippy-toes. The ghost took a few steps forward while still on the tips of her toes, so that she was more towards the center of the room. Somehow, the ghost had managed not to trip over Aello's two left feet, which Aello found nothing short of miraculous. When she reached the center of the room, the ghost unwrapped her legs, and pulled the right leg back while she slowly leaned her body forward, bending at the waist. Her hands were held above her head, her hands tilting inwards, arching slightly, artfully displayed. The ghost continued to bend until Aello appeared to be bowing completely to the wall, her right leg simply extending the length of the bow. Aello had said nothing in response to the ghost. It was true, if she knew how to get the ghost to go away, she would have done so already. She supposed she would simply have to wait it out, or remain a bystander throughout the course of natural her life... The ghost continued to raise Aello's right leg, until it was raised at an angle above Aello's head. The ghost was smiling as though she knew Aello had nothing to say to her, as though she knew she were free to practice her ballet, at least for the time being. The ghost held that position for a long time, and then slowly, lowered her left foot, so that it was flat against the ground, her toes having started to lose feeling from all the pressure that was being applied to them. A few minutes after that, she brought her right foot back down to the ground, but get her toes pointed outwards, and the foot resting just behind her left. "It has been so long since I danced," the ghost commented, "it feels so good; yet so foreign, like a long lost friend. Aello snorted, "well at least one of us is happy." The ghost ignored her, as she slowly lifted her left leg, keeping her toes pointed, and holding it out diagonally from Aello's body, the ghost started to spin. Her right foot would be flat on the floor for a minute, and then seem to push up and off the ground, and onto the tips of her toes before returning to the floor over and over again. Aello's arms were held out before her, in a circle, as though she were carrying a large, invisible, circular basket within them. At first, the ghost started off slowly, but then, it began to pick up speed. Twirling faster and faster. The whole room spinning and becoming one large, blurry mess. Aello's head was spinning, her mind racing, blurring. Her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults, and she was about to be sick. The ghost had started spinning across the room. Faster and faster and faster. Aello's heart was pounding in her tiny rib cage, and her breath was coming in and out more and more frequently; she never seemed to be able to get enough into her lungs. Then finally, the ghost tripped over the edge of the rug by the door, and the two came crashing down. And as soon as Aello and the ghost hit the floor, landing on their back with a loud, hollow, thud, the ghost was expelled from her body. It wooshed out of her so suddenly, that Aello's head tilted back, and her body grew limp for a moment with the shock. Her body wasn't cold anymore. In fact, it felt strangely warm. Her entire body was aching, and it hurt to move. But at least, she could move, and the ghost appeared to be no more.

[Verilian]

Aello +1 Meditation +1 Spiritism +1 Dancing You Question My Logic? : Ok, so I think it's all pretty self explanatory. You started to meditate, you dealt with ghosts, and you danced a bit. You were able to at least learn a little from the ghosts moves. Lores: Dancing: Ballet - Poor, Ghost Sign's, Possessed Again, Is it Cold in Here?, Those Boots Weren't Made for Dancing Notes: Keep it up!