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Adorable little minifig. <3 Amazing colors as always, Taka. Keep up the good work! ^^

Fourteen thumbs and turning two? Amazing! :PHappy birthday - though I don't know you well, I still wish you a good one.

MIB 2 being bad? Wow. I always loved that movie...especially the scene with the dog in the Mercedes.Wasn't all that big a fan of Bee Movie, but didn't see it in its entirety. Still a B movie, pun fully intended - it being a Dreamworks movie, I had a feeling it wasn't good, but I saw it since it had Jerry Seinfeld in it, and he's usually pretty funny. Major disappointment, but that's on Dreamworks part, honestly.

Add Ratatouille to that list. Adorable little rat cooking in a restaurant dominated by humans? Wonderful story indeed.

Best: Hard to say. Always loved Axonn's axe or Brutaka's weapon.Worst: Again, hard to say. Wasn't a big fan of Onua's claws, to be honest.

So, apparently there were a few problems in the coding, and I know there are probably a bunch of errors, but I'm still in the process of fixing them. If any reviews for this chapter include something to do with coding, I'm still fixing them slowly but surely. Thank you. Clash – Part 3 Stelt had quickly joined the fray which Alyssia, Kuhi, and Spira were a part of. He watched for something Nagii had informed him about – Fuzan’s sword. Knocking down Fuzan as fast as he could would be his objective, for he held something in his right hand which would make the fight difficult to win. The Sword of Zeya was Stelt’s objective. Apparently, it’s Nagii’s, too, Stelt thought as he watched Nagii leap into the fight. Nagii had switched weapons once again – except fight with a sword of equal value, strength, and weight. A complete copy of the Sword of Zeya, except with the elemental power of ice as opposed to fire.With it in hand, Nagii pressed in the little sapphire in the centerpiece of the hilt, as ice shot out like a rope. It hit Fuzan square in his left foot, freezing it immediately as it held his foot hostage in the ice block. He groaned instantaneously at the impact of the ice striking him. It was like having a miniature glacier for a foot to him – he pointed the Sword of Zeya towards his foot, activating the hot fire from the sword in the same way Nagii launched the ice. The ice melted rather quickly. During this commotion, Nagii simply waited like a cat about to pounce, toying with his mind.In an effort to keep the sword from being too heavily damaged, Nagii avoided as much contact with the Sword of Zeya as possible. Having it in the hands of the Toa Rohan was a better place for it, as they would use it effortlessly but still evade the possibility of having it damaged in battle, for their fighting style was different than their enemies. With her copy of the sword in hand, she used an overhead attack with the weapon – or the more basic term for the attack, the helm splitter – quickly slicing it through the air as if she was attacking with a feather, for it was so lightweight in her hands.Fuzan evaded the movement by shuffling to his left, glancing side to side to make sure there wasn’t the chance of an ambush by one of the other Toa Rohan members nearby fighting with his comrade, Silio. This shrimp of a Matoran is irritating me… he thought coldly. He was going to simply irritate her, acting as a rash to her if he could. He used as many attacks as he could with the Sword of Zeya, for he knew that was the ideal point in this battle that could lead him to being victorious.Now, it was just a matter of making her itch and itch until she was so irritated and angry that she would make a mistake somewhere along the way. ~:~ The Ga-Matoran watched as mercenary after mercenary jumped forth from the hovering airship, quick to approach the beaches and in the center of the fray. She grunted. She held up a hand behind her to attempt to stop the group of ESD soldiers behind her. Sylin, deputy of the Elite Stealth Division, was leading her own, miniature army of silent soldiers, who were wearing heavy amounts of leaf-colored armor in an attempt to hide. Despite being extremely tall and large, the Spartan-like soldiers were hidden rather well in the greenery.She signaled to move up by flattening her hand, and extending it outward. Silent, they followed her. Up ahead was a battle going on at the beaches, between half of the Toa Rohan and a large amount of Uzian’s mercenaries – it was definitely a heated battle. She raised her hands above her head, putting them together, and quickly spreading them apart. The group split in half, eight going to assist the Toa Rohan at the beaches, and the other half still with Sylin. She pointed towards the cliff, and the eight behind her headed at a rushed speed, silent and nearly invisible as they went to assist AB at the cliff side. It was now just her alone.With the tube-like object in hand, she pressed the button of it, feeling herself warped to another entire dimension. It was like going through a black hole – by opening your eyes, you would have a mixed amount of feelings, one of them including nausea unfortunately. She knew that the scarlet and aquamarine flash of light going across the horizon was giving her objective away, but knowing these mercenaries, they wouldn’t necessarily care. It would look more like a mercenary escaping than anything.She heard the sound of bullets being launched from assault rifles as she was being teleported. They’re doing pretty well for themselves, she thought with a crooked smile. Eventually the feeling of sickness and dizziness subsided, and she felt herself be dropped onto a comfortable yet flat surface. Opening her eyes slowly, she realized she was on a bed. And thankfully, she had reached her objective:The airship.This will be a bit of a game-changer, with any luck, Sylin thought. She stood from the bed, and examined her surroundings. There was a minor amount of counter space at a corner of the cabin, with a coffeemaker and mug sitting on the silver counter. There was a small sink with a towel next to it; a coffee table sat in the center of the room, a corner sofa against the wall near it; the bed itself where she had landed, and a doorway leading to a hallway. The opened door had a name written in gold lettering: TIKIANI She put a hand on her chin thoughtfully. It had to be close to Uzian’s quarters, which would pretty obviously be the largest chamber on the airship. She eyed an object that made her grin evilly. What luck, she thought to herself happily as she grabbed the map lying on the table. As she was about to depart from the cabin, something caught her eye. It looked like a small journal – curious of its contents, she took it into her toxic-blue –colored hand. She opened it gently and read the pages.Day 1It’s the day we’re traveling to Rohan. I’m not necessarily too eager…I’m going to a place I love, a place which doesn’t deserve such high levels of destruction being caused on its land. I told my past to some rookie Toa of Water. Her bubbly personality made me want to parachute off the ship, she was so exasperating. Can’t do much about it, I guess. Just wish I wouldn’t have to go…I love Rohan – not to mention my old friends. Not that they would trust me if I were to go back. I have no choice but to wait until I reach the island to figure out if they have any forgiveness for what I did.- TShe was stunned. Had Tikiani really felt that much regret and remorse for her actions? She decided to read on. Perhaps there was more to this than what meets the eyes.Day 2Still on our way to Rohan. I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach, growing harder to overcome over time…like I shouldn’t be coming. Something wants to pull me back to where I should be, which is with the Toa Rohan, but another part of me wants to pull me away…- TShe continued to read, losing herself in the pages slowly but surely.Day 3As always when I confront this journal with my thoughts, the crew is still on the way to my favorite and least favorite place in the universe. Typical, isn’t it? That I should be coming back here? That I’m escorted by that pirate the Shadowed One and Lariska the walking dagger? Uzian is using me as a pawn in his chess game with Rohan to get the Crystal of Life. Like all masterminds, they go for something they want for ‘world domination’ or to ‘end the world’. What’s the reason for it? Why must you dominate the world? End it? Why try to even become more powerful than Mata-Nui? It’s useless to ask why. They just do it. I feel ashamed to be a part of such a plan that involves an unfaultable greed and a power-grabbing attitude. I had no choice, unfortunately…At first she wanted to read more, wondering what exactly had driven Tikiani to abandon the Toa Rohan, but she heard a noise come unexpectedly. Dropping it in her small leather bag, she ducked down, practically invisible behind the table. There was silence once again. She stood up, keeping her longbow in hand with an arrow at the ready, as she stepped towards the doorway silently. Checking both sides of the hallway, she sauntered out, tasting the salt air on her lips almost. She strode fast but quietly down the white-painted corridor, viewing each corner before she rounded it. Clear, she thought. It felt like she was playing a game of cat and mouse as opposed to hunting down this villain – he could just as well be hunting her.The hunter could have become the hunted.After a short while, she ducked into a nearby room, viewing her map quickly. According to the maps coordinates, she was approximately sixty feet from the center control room of the ship, or Uzian’s chambers. Rolling the map up anxiously, Sylin dropped it into her bag, keeping the long bow at the ready still. Everything seemed too quiet to her…something almost didn’t seem right. Perhaps it was just a feeling of paranoia – nonetheless, something, wherever it was, whatever it was, or whoever it was, made her feel strangely uneasy. ~:~ With her lightning-staff in hand, the Toa of Lightning drove it into the ground in front of her. Spikes of electricity surfaced, as if roots in the ground, and almost electrocuted her target. He had dodged it by seemingly hopping away from the purple electricity uprooting itself from the earth. Pulling it out, she kept it in her stronger left hand, attempting to thrust it into Silio. He hissed as it was just millimeters from his torso. Gritting her teeth, she stepped a few steps back, watching as her comrades abandoned this fight and decided to watch her move, knowing that they would not be of any assistance in the next few minutes but only a disturbance and irritation unless it was needed.Sword and spear clashed several times, and numerous times one of her comrades intervened to save her from a fatal blow, slowing Silio in the process. She realized that they were evenly matched, and the battle wouldn’t be easy. This should work, she thought, preparing herself for the next move.Taking a deep breath, she lunged forward, her low-pitched scream being her battle cry as she jumped, holding onto the spear and let it be driven like a stake into the ground with her weight and the powerful force she used to make it an even more powerful blow to the ground. She held on tight as she felt all the energy drained from her own being and the spear itself. She clenched her teeth, eyes shut tight, as she felt the electricity surging through the ground, a lightning storm beginning to surge around her. She saw as Silio was almost crippled, falling to the ground. Everything around her stopped as she lost the energy she needed to complete the full effect of the attack – drained, she fell from the spear, falling to the ground.She watched as one of her comrades blocked an attack that could have instantly killed her. Spira still felt crippled, depleted of her energy – the elemental power that was before so alive with in her had deteriorated, sucked away from that final move she had performed to attempt to stop the emerald and dingy-white –armored mercenary. Her breathing slowed down, watching as things became hazy. She tried to raise herself from the ground, and watched as, one by one, the other Toa Rohan were knocked down to the ground from the sheer power of this mercenary. He eyed her as if, as a predator, he was stalking his prey.He took his sword in both hands, preparing to drive it into her, but one thing stopped him – she simply scoffed at him. “I’m an old veteran,” she began slowly. “I am one of those old Rahi that you keep for awhile, that you know will eventually die, but you keep it anyway, knowing that you’ll always have a lot of young, more efficient Rahi to take my place, but you try to hold on and keep me as long as you can because I have a lot of faith in you and would never leave your side.“My attitude? Go ahead – kill me. I’ll always have somebody to take my place. I’m just one of those old Rahi, and if you kill me…it won’t make one bit of difference.” Silio simply stood for a moment, but it was too late for any of them to react. Silio drove the sword down into the limp body of the Toa of Lightning, watching as her heartlight flashed bright red, and faded quickly. Her eyes shut immediately from the blow.Her final thought echoed in the minds of all the Toa Rohan members. You know who to replace me with. Don’t screw this one up – and just one thing I ask of you all to do for me: Watch after Tulya for me. Goodbye. ~:~ Her heart froze immediately. She viewed the cliff and felt something she had never felt before in her life: Loss. She watched as her mentor, her idol, her closest, dearest friend – died, right before her eyes. Tulya knew that her mentor’s death was imminent, but she never realized that it would come so abruptly. The lightning-Toa kicked her nearest enemy, hearing them hit the ground hard, and looked at the group of Spartan ESD soldiers.“Go!” she hissed, pointing towards the cliff. There was an anger brewing inside her unlike any other. They did not move, despite her direct order. This was only adding to the agony she was experiencing at the moment – rushing forward, she headed instantaneously to the cliff, her spear in hand, hurrying to climb the cliff quickly. She had complete forgotten the idea of losing energy and used all speed she could to reach the cliff in a minute, and hurriedly climbed as if she had been doing it all her life.When reaching the top, she dove into the fight with Silio; ignoring the fact the other Toa Rohan members were handling the situation at that moment, she jumped headfirst into the battle, clashing her spear with Silio’s broadsword instantly.“Another one willing to bite the dust?” he hissed in his snakelike voice, cackling ever-so-slightly. Her deep growl was her response; she took the spear of her dead mentor and used the identical twin spears to her advantage. Being ambidextrous, she was skilled with dual-wield weapons. Thrusting her right-hand spear – her own – and clashing Spira’s spear with Silio’s sword, she laughed at him.“You think you can take me down?” Tulya retorted, laughing coldly. “You’ve got another thing coming to you, Silio.” His eyebrow rose instinctively at the fact she recognized him. How could she possibly remember me? he thought. This could get ugly…She knew she wasn’t that confident in her own abilities, but one thought guided her – do what Spira would do in this battle. She left the world, but if she was confident in knowing that I was going to be even more skilled than she, she knew that I could take care of myself. The only way I will become for skilled than she was is to do what she would do in this situation instead of letting my revenge take over me. Crossing the blades together, she energized the spears’ tips with her own elemental power, until two bolts of conjoined lightning sparkled from the spears, purple and red. The lightning unleashed with immense force, but Tulya held her own and gripped the spears tightly. Silio dodged the unpredictable bolts that launched from the surge of lightning, until one of them actually struck him in the arm. He felt his flesh penetrated, electrocuted and burned rather easily. His cried out in pain, watching as his arm was seared by the electricity. The bone-like steel structure of his right arm from the elbow down was all that was left, with no organic tissue surrounding it.“You pest!” he yelled, the hiss in his voice gone and all that was left was pure anger. The steel hand launched forward, nearly hitting Tulya in the torso but she performed an acrobatic jump over her. He knew it was too much – there was no way he was going to conquer this Toa, seeing as Fuzan was in a battle of his own. The best chance he had in surviving was to run, or at least fall out and retreat to the airship if he could. He recalled the small teleportation device he had and grinned evilly – she would not expect it.Kicking him to the ground, she pinned Silio to the ground, but he didn’t seem to care. As she was about to drive both spears into him, she watched as he disappeared in a flash of blue light before her eyes. Silio was gone, and there was no way of knowing where he had gone. I’ll find you, no matter the cost, she thought, gritting her teeth with anger. There was no use to find him now – the best she could do was try to make sure the body of Spira was not left there, vulnerable on this miniature battlefield to further damage. ~:~ Nagii had not necessarily ignored the flash of light she had seen blaze across the horizon. She knew that Sylin had a plan in mind, but she wasn’t prepared to go ahead and let her friend get herself killed. Forget the Sword of Zeya, Nagii thought. One of the others can take care of that. I know Uzian is on that airship, and that’s more important to me than this sword. If such a replica like the one I have now can be forged so easily, then why risk my life to get it?Taking one last stab towards Fuzan to psyche him into dodging her attack, she watched as he jumped back, and she jumped away off the cliff. One of the ESD soldiers would have a teleportation device – it was standard equipment to them, not a delicate, fragile weapon that could be used as an advantage.She landed lightly on her feet down on the slightly sandy ground; this area being so close to the beaches, it would be easy to grab one of the devices from an ESD soldier. They would not even sense her approach once. She hurried to the beach, seeing one of the soldiers shooting at one of the dozen mercenaries fighting with Charlie-Delta, and speedily yet silently grabbed the device from the utility belt of the Spartan soldier.She knew he had sensed it, but he didn’t seem to care – the senses of ESD soldiers were so well polished to knowing who was there that they could easily detect if it was friend or foe. Then again, those eye pieces they wear to help them view behind them help, too, she thought, grinning to herself.In the same flash of blue light, Nagii disappeared, now simply a streak of light across the horizon for others to see. A moment later, she was aboard the airship, quietly crouched at a corner of Uzian’s chambers, invisible and observing what was in front of her now. ~:~ Fuzan laughed. “Coward,” he said aloud in his cold, smooth tone of voice. For just saying that, he had received a painful kick to his stomach, reeling as he hit the ground. He looked up at his attacker to see a scarlet figure towering over him, with a red Hau and cool, dark blue eyes. Jilin’s mouth twisted in a grimace as he stared down at the burgundy and black –clad Toa of Fire and ex-leader of the Rohan.“Wrong word,” Jilin said, and with little remorse, bitterly smashed Fuzan’s right hand with another furious kick. The Sword of Zeya dropped from his hand, and he gasped – it was essential he had that sword, and if he didn’t have it, it would not be a good result for him. The Toa of Fire grasped the sword, putting away his own broadsword and simply put the point of the Sword of Zeya right at Fuzan’s neck. Keeping him at bay was Jilin’s only idea for a plan – it was just a matter of making it succeed now.“Sir?”The voice startled him at first, but he realized it was only Stelt. “Yes?” Jilin answered – his voice sharp and bitter.“Spira is dead,” A sudden wave of grief overwhelmed him, as it probably overwhelmed all of them.“Do me a favor,” the leader started. “Disarm Fuzan for me, and try to keep him down. Restrain him as much as possible. For the meantime, I’ll just do this – ” He pointed on figure down at the ground, around Fuzan, and formed a small ring of fire. “Don’t move or you’ll fry,” Jilin grimaced, sighing a moment, and hurried to view Spira.He went to the spot where Spira’s frail body lay. He looked and saw Tulya lying over her mentor, silently weeping. He kneeled down, bending over the young Toa of Lightning and holding her gently. He too felt saddened by her death, but he knew that there was still the chance of something extremely wrong happening. The battle was not yet over. Standing up, he prepared to make a brief announcement.“Though I wish we could mourn her death or give her a proper burial,” Jilin began sadly, hesitating as he saw Tulya’s eyes stare into his, a tear trickling down her mask. “We have to continue with the battle. Tulya, you may stay and protect Spira’s body – if anything, try to transport it to Center City, and they’ll prepare a burial for her at the Rohan Cemetery. The rest of us have to help Charlie-Delta at the beaches. There are several dozen or so mercenaries that have to be taken care of down there. And, if one of you wouldn’t mind, stop that mercenary right there that’s about to kill me.”Quickly Stelt grabbed Civyl from stepping one foot closer to the Toa of Fire, rather forcefully throwing her to the ground and pinning her to the ground. “Take this one prisoner, too, Jilin?” Stelt said, grinning. He nodded.“Add her to that ring of fire with Fuzan, if you wouldn’t mind,” he said with a sly smile. ~:~ There it was before him. A jewel of many shades and colors, yet rather tiny in size…hit, or even touched, and it will disintegrate, each particle and element going to a place of comfort, a place where it matches with the proper environment for the element. He gazed in awe at the simplicity of its design. The Great Beings were both wise yet stupid for creating the crystal, he thought. The defense mechanism for the crystal was of a rather pointless design, as all guardians of the crystal and its elements had to be present on Rohan for its invincibility to be revived and stronger than before. This was the perfect time to take it now.He wanted to savor the moment. He did not ask for much out of life, not power of any sorts, although he enjoyed the power. But out of all things he had wanted…out of all things, he had wanted a certain amount of respect from his peers. He had tried to earn the respect he wanted, but it was always difficult. By doing this…just this…Silio would garner respect from all of Uzian’s organization. He would be a superior, not another mercenary that had power.And he would savor the respect he would earn from this especially. ~:~ “What did you have in mind, Talin?” The Toa of Psionics attempted to stand, but failed miserably. Irritated, she laid down, silent, waiting for an answer from her former comrade. Talin turned around slowly with a devious smile – a smile Tikiani knew well. Talin was known well for scheming and being rather deceptive, although it wasn’t a talent she flaunted carelessly. She preferred the job as telepath for the Toa Rohan to being a strategist – her outlook of it included a few thousand people screaming at her, “What have you come up with yet?”, and “We’re counting on you to keep us safe with your strategy, have you come up with it?”“With you prattling on about your regret…” Talin began. “Why don’t you come back to our side?”“Are you nuts?” she scoffed.“As a matter of fact, yes.” Talin countered, smirking. She could always outwit her best friend, but never running it in.“Why would I want to come back?” Tikiani retorted coldly. “I wouldn’t exactly have a big reception, and I am being paid rather happily by Uzian.” Somehow, deep down, Tikiani knew she was just denying herself the opportunity to come back to a group of friends she loved very dearly, purely because of her pride and the fear she would be shunned, not welcomed. It was juts a matter of keeping that hidden from Talin, a task difficult as the water-Toa was an expert at digging deep into the psyche of enemies and friends.Talin smiled carefully for a moment. “I know you Tikiani – deep down, you want to come back,” she stated rather matter-of-factly. “I know you’ve wanted to come back since you joined Uzian’s alliance.”“Who told you that?”“You,” she replied quickly. She smiled at her old friend, and knew this deal was an open and closed case, no matter what the psionics-Toa tried to deny. ~:~ Revew Topic

Less is more, would be the right phrase for this. Works for me, it also lowers the amount of times new members will post to complain about how they can't PM anybody or don't have the full benefits of membership for some reason.

Either all of them know or I've never told them because it never seemed all that important.

Just about everywhere with the exceptions of the Library, GD, and S&T.

You have good taste in guns. Pretty much add a sniper rifle, say, an R700, and that'd be my secondary weapon, lol.

GD and the Library.

Just out of curiosity, did you look in the dresser? :PI don't have any stories myself, and hope I never do, being the chicken that I am. A friend of mine told me once that she was living in an old house her family had, since she had just gotten out of college and needed to live somewhere. Eventually she figured out this ghost lived at the house, too, who wasn't exactly all that friendly - the ghost was throwing around toasters and all objects it could find, as it was pretty angry at the fact she was there for some reason. She wasn't frightened, she usually dodged all the items thrown and actually started yelling at the ghost sometimes, where it pretty much stopped throwing things, or it just started chucking more stuff, although not hitting her. Pretty amazing and funny at the same time, although dangerous as well.To be honest, paranormal activity in any situation is kind of strange, but when you think of it from a parallel universe standpoint, it makes sense. Think about it: The ghost you are seeing appears white or however you see it, but to it you could look like that and it is living in its own time in a different, parallel universe and you're the ghost to it. Though I don't know the way it could possibly be transported from its time to yours, whether it be by some way it is linked to your world by an object or something that was there in its time and is still there in yours, it does make sense in some ways. It's just a theory, though.

This is probably a coincidence of some sort, but as Pohuaki said above, it wasn't drawn by a BIONICLE comic artist. Hard to say why he at all drew it in, although this is still pretty cool, however.

Roodaka or Icarax.

My money?I love the sets, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I wonder if it was wasted on money I could have saved on things for jewelry that I could have made profit from, or even for the future when I'm older. Not that I necessarily paid for most of my sets, but those I did pay for were the more expensive ones as compared to the cheaper sets....That aside, I probably miss the sets, despite the rising prices on them. I didn't pay that much attention to the storyline, due to the fact it got way too confusing near the end.

Both usually have even amounts of coolness, depending on designs, pieces, and the structure of the sets themselves. Usually if at least a quarter of one wave of sets is pretty bad, the second wave will usually make up for it.One reasoning I think that makes sense for the winter sets not being all that great sometimes is the fact that the designers are rushing to create new designs for winter. Think about it: Christmas is fast approaching, they have to come up with designs that don't have an excessive amount of new parts, because that would entail creating new molds, when it would be easier and less expensive to use older pieces as opposed to new ones. Even if the wave of winter sets are so-so, the sales will probably be higher, as long as they are released right before Christmas - that is if they do it right, that is.

Bulk 3.0.

Cool though it may seem, I probably will never have the chance in my lifetime to go. Definitely sounds awesome, though.

Ought to be interesting. I'll be waiting for it. ^^Just a question to members, though. Tell me: Just how many of you have sent him the question, "do you dream about farm animals?"

It looks like an amazing set - a bit expensive for my tastes, however. It does look like a great set, though, supplying dozens of great parts.

I myself don't see it working, considering the past LEGO movies made (i.e. BIONICLE movies). There's a longshot of it being successful, and a very probable chance of it being a waste of money and time. Besides, Hero Factory's fanbase, although large, isn't that big to actually attract a crowd of movie-goers.And, not to be too cynical, but Hollywood has a reputation of overdramatizing the rumors they hear and turn them into facts. This reporter could just as well trying to grab attention, attempting to sell a big story that could either be accurate or an enormous lie concocted to start rumors. The media tends to simply stir the cauldron by creating these stories - perhaps this could be in the making, but the deal hasn't even been finalized yet to make this fact.My advice? Don't get your hopes up. I'd assume rather wait until we actually hear this deal officially confirmed in a press release including a statement from LEGO saying the movie will be made.

Happy birthday! ^^

Ranger's Apprentice Book 9: Halt's Peril. Probably one of the most thrilling books of this series I've read. Working on Gone With The Wind now.

DISCLAIMER: The song in this story which the dancer also dances to, "Alice", belongs to Avril Lavigne.DEDICATION: I hereby dedicate this story to a friend of mine - she is a very dedicated dancer, and I think of her as a rolemodel, as I am a dancer myself. I wish her good luck in her dancing, and would like to say that she is one of the nicest, most talented dancers I have ever had the fortune to know. Dancer She wore a baby doll –esque dress, falling down to her knees. The colors of it were bright orange, white, and a bright pink. It was held up with one, white-colored strap – she wore fuchsia-pink tights, with white dancing shoes. The outfit had a ripped-look to it, but that was the design of it. A small piece of the outfit was around her arm, tied around it and dangling – her hair was slicked back into a bun, dark brown in color. She threw herself into the movement, her feet spread wide, bending herself downward to sweep the floor with her hands. She ran her hands up her left leg, viewing behind her, a somber yet placid expression being her umbrella. She stepped one foot back, throwing herself backwards but maintaining her position. Her arms were extended slightly outward but still downward, not in any particular position.She sauntered with pointed toes to her right, slowly extending her arms out in front of her, crossing them at her wrists and bending her head down into the open diamond-like positioning. As a guitar string was struck in the music, she began to bend backwards until she was completely straight again, but her hands gestured in a defensive mannerism, as if pushing away the world around her. Sweeping her foot back behind her, she lowered her arms once more.She swept them backwards once again until they were over her head, and once they were in this position, she raised her left leg until her foot, pointed, touched her knee. She lowered her arms once again, her left foot motioning towards the floor with the movement. Extending her arms wide until they were both facing one direction, she brushed them once again in the opposite direction this time.In this exact movement, she stood up on pointed feet and spun around at a rapid pace, raising her left leg again to her knee with her arms up above her. She lowered her heels to the ground, arms almost dangling beside her. Her knees bent down as she reached to brush her right hand to the black, slightly scuffed flooring. Standing up once again, she rolled her back and her head to her right and all the way to her left in a head-roll movement.Raising her right arm, she extended it out in front of her, bent slightly with her hand looking as if she was pushing something away, invisible to the eye. She watched it carefully, and then lowered it as she lengthened her left leg in a way, letting it point until it touched the floor. She let her right foot push the left foot out until it looked like a skip, but the right foot stayed tucked underneath the left foot in the miniature jump. Trapped and out Spinning around I’m underground I fell down I fell down… She spun around after this ‘skip’, a second time again, her dressing flowing with the movement. This time her left leg brushed the floor and was tucked away behind her right leg. Spreading her feet out, she performed a movement with her arms: The right arm was pointed up but was bent, while the left arm tucked the hand underneath the right elbow. Her hands were clenched in fists in this movement, lowering the arms as if driving the elbow and hand into an invisible platform in front of her.She drew her right arm back, and then pushed a level of air down with her hands, swishing her right arm in front of her eyes. She raised her right knee, pushing it down with both hands and then spun around to her left, where she then looked like she was bending her knees to touch the ground but didn’t. She spun around once again, crouching for a moment and spinning once again. After this third spin, she crouched down, facing front, and then stood and walked two steps backwards. I’m freaking out As to where I am now Upside down And I can’t stop me now I can’t stop me now Raising her right knee, she ‘pushed’ it down again, repeating this move again but repeating it with the left knee this time. She pressed her right knee again, this time it bent down and touched the scuffed black, mat-like flooring. After this she spread her legs wide, turning them out and bending both knees until the legs were pointing in opposite directions. Turning the left leg towards the right knee’s direction, she stood up performed a ‘fan kick’, or raising her right leg as far up as she could to the right and then the left, lowering it in front of the left leg, but it was still pointing straight as the foot touched the ground.Skipping once again, she reached another part of the stage, spreading her legs wide again and sweeping downward with her hands to touch the flooring, but bending her right leg back and letting the right hand touched the flexed right foot. Quickly strolling to her left, she put her right foot forward, bending her torso backwards with her left arm hanging behind her and her right arm extended in front of her. She stayed frozen when the music stopped for a brief second.Waltzing across all the way to the left with arms sweeping together simultaneously in perfect rhythm with her legs, she did this until she went all the way back around to a back right part of the stage. She spun in mid-run and raised her right arm and right leg in a small jump, and continued the previous movement across the stage. I’ll get by I’ll survive When the world’s crashing down When I fall and hit the ground I will turn myself around Don’t you try and stop me I won’t cry… She leaped across the stage, arms extended in front of her with one leg raised high behind her – the next leap involved her heads together but elbows pointed outward, her right knee bent in the leap and the left leg pointing backwards. She slowed herself down to let her foot sweep around her as if drawing an invisible circle with her pointed toe. She stopped it once completing this circle, and bowed her head downward from right to left.When coming up from this bow, she performed another fan kick with her right leg, stepping her left forward then back after this. She performed a leap backwards, with her right foot supporting her while the left leg kicked back. Skipping once again until she faced forward again, she kicked the right leg forward, her arms extended behind her. Stopping herself, she waited for a moment, and then performed a pirouette, her hands clasped together above her head while the left leg was bent behind her.After this, she flexed her right foot, letting it hover above the floor to her side while she spun with just the heel of her left foot. Stepping backwards to steps, she jerked herself forward slightly, extending the left leg to her left side. Spinning once again, she performed another ‘skip’, and let her left leg kick high in front of her while she viewed the ground behind her, head bowed. When the left foot touched the ground, she bent down, kicking both legs back and supporting herself with her hands.Her body swiveled around until she was looking up at the spotlights above her, standing up as she pushed herself upward with her hands. Sauntering to a center point on the stage, she slowed her pace down until she reached a satisfactory point where she could stop and prepare herself for the next move. I found myself In Wonderland I get back on my feet Is this real? Is this pretend? I’ll take a stand Until the end She dropped herself immediately into a right split, one arm up and the other one touching the floor as she retracted her legs until they were together, underneath the weight of her torso as she bowed her head down until her nose touched the flooring. She lifted her head up, wiping her nose as if trying to wipe away invisible tears. Her head bowed slightly and she lifted it with her hand, putting it under her chin to raise it higher.She extended her left leg to face her side, bending the knee until the top part of her foot was curled up flat while the other leg was supported by the knee and bottom part of her leg. She lowered it and swept the legs around until they pointed outward, straight as she let one leg cross over the other. The dancer then raised them high – still sitting on the floor – and let them cross over until they faced her side instead. She bent her right leg until the foot was pointing behind her, while the left leg she kicked upward. She crossed them once again, bending down to touch her head to her knees and then leaning backwards until she rolled. Halfway into the roll she extending both legs outward, keeping from losing balance by pushing her hands against the floor. She flattened herself against the black dance floor, although not letting herself touch it. She still balanced herself with her hands – eventually she pulled her legs in until they were underneath her body once again.Maintaining balance, she touched her hands to the floor, and curled her toes up until they were flat against the floor. Slowly she began to stand, her feet still curled while supporting her weight. She stood tall, doing the move with such precision that it looked effortless, not difficult. Her left arm was extended above her, the right arm looking as if it were trying to reach towards an object in the air. I’ll get by I’ll survive When the world’s crashing down When I fall and hit the ground I will turn myself around Don’t you try to stop me I won’t cry Performing the ‘skips’ across the stage once again, she raised her right leg after the first skip, and then the left after the second. She performed a pirouette, quickly raising her arms to her left after it, only to lower them to the floor, bending down to reach for the ground. She let her right arm push forward and retract back, and the dancer repeated this move another time while keeping the left arm stationary. She stood on pointed feet, jumping in midair while her feet were still pointed, and landed on them flat. The right foot immediately went up to her knee, and she took a step or two backwards after lowering it to prepare herself for the next move.She performed a small spin after the previous move, lowering herself to the ground until her back was against the black mat flooring, her knees bent in front of her. She raised both feet and turned herself around about 90 degrees until both legs were pointing straight up in the air – crossing them twice until each leg had crossed over the other, she stood up quickly, turning herself around 180 degrees to face front. She stepped forward and then backwards and forward again, ready for the next set of fast dance moves.Spinning, she raised the right leg until it was slightly bent, swiveling herself around until it was facing in front of her instead of behind her. She spun around another 180 degrees, her left leg this time bent behind her. She stood in one place for a moment, hopping and extending her right leg out behind her with her hands clasped together in front of her. She prepared herself for the final part of the dance, ‘skipping’ to the left back corner of the stage. I’ll get by I’ll survive When the world’s crashing down When I fall and hit the ground I will turn myself around Don’t you try to stop me I won’t cry… She repeated two leaps that she had performed earlier in the dance, until she controlled her momentum and stopped herself at a point on stage. Sweeping her left leg around, foot pointed, she performed a full 360 degree spin with the left leg extended. She did a basic head roll, except leaning forward with it to make a fuller effect. As her head came up, she presented a fan kick – stepping backwards, she repeated two backwards leaps that were presented before. Performing yet another pirouette with the back leg slightly bent behind her and arms raised, she stopped after the full spin, right foot flexed as she spun with the heel of her left foot. After this, she curved her right arm above her into an ovular shape, while her left arm was twisted with the palm facing upward. Sweeping her right arm into a full circle, she extended it in a diagonal direction while her left leg kicked upward, straight with her foot pointed, her head bent to her right and almost touching the shoulder. She repeated this same set of movements but this time in the opposite direction. At the end of this, she bent her left knee slightly, and then lowered it to the ground.She jerked herself forward, head tilted to her right as she extended her arms out in front of her. Raising herself, she curved her left arm above her, right leg bent behind her. She repeated this but without the arm gesture, and instead simply bent each leg in front of her. Her face became somber and expressing sadness, as she stepped to face to her right. She then faced outward, mouth slightly opened as if begging, about to cry. Sad, she spread her arms wide, brows furrowed as she slowly began to lower herself to the ground.Left leg sideways in front and right leg sideways behind her, she sat herself down in this position, her hands touching the floor right in front of her as she looked as if she was sulking, pushing her head almost to the ground while in the act of looking like she was crying. Her nose touched the ground, bowing her head as the music began to die away. She then let her arms become straight as she raised herself, looking upward slightly, and began to stand. Slowly, pointing her feet and letting the toe touch and then the heel with each step, she gracefully exited the stage, her head bowed as she left. The answer to the dance was a loud round of applause from her audience, a round of applause that echoed throughout the auditorium, dying and fading slowly a minute or two after the performance. She had deserved every second of applause. ~:~ Not a big fan of the song myself, but I thought the sound of it fit with the dance I had planned to describe in the story. I realize this probably has several errors in it, including the repetition of words, but I was mainly focusing on the actual image of the dance I wished to create in the imagination of the reader. Call it overly-descriptive, but that is the whole point: I tried to give as much detail to the reader as possible, to imagine it so clearly in their minds they imagined they were there, watching it performed on stage.I would appreciate any comments on this story. Thank you for reading.

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