Xhala

Scarlet Nocturne

Main event? Puzzled she followed his gesture. Ah, yes. She remembered. It was something she couldn't afford. Everyone had been talking about it and some of her colleagues were there. But for Choro who was behind on her rent the entree was far too expensive. She smiled sadly. "Lucky you. I . . . I'm sorry, I can't join you." Tilting her head to one side she regarded him.

The Bard hadn't answered her question. It was rather roode of him. Following an inner voice she put her arm around his neck, pulling him with her towards the event. "But I shall bring you there. Can't afford to loose a great musician now, can we?" She winked at him with a grin. "I didn't quite catch your answered there. So we'll be repeating this sometime?" Choro surely hoped so since that sand creature had really impressed her. Her face came very close to his. "Or didn't you enjoy our small duett?" She spoke with a low voice and a strange glint in her eye. He'd better not say no!

Scarlet Nocturne

@ChadsWorth The Third Could you give me a little bit more to work with, please?

Scarlet Nocturne

In her haze she barely noticed the announcement. With her eyes closed she ended her pirouette as the music stopped. She opened her eyes and saw the sandman disintegrate before her, a little sand trickled on her hand. With a sad expression she watched it fall to the ground. It took a while for her to come back to reality. A warm voice drew her from the delirium. She focused on the Bard and smiled. Gallantly taking his hand she bowed slightly, kissing the back of his hand then looking up to him, fixating his eyes. “Nice to meet you. I am Choro.”

Straightening her back she let go of his hand, smiling friendly. “That sand creature was quite impressive. You care for more dances sometime?” She picked up her handbag and drew out a shimmering trance lucent business card. Her smile was genuine and brought a certain glow to her eyes. Her voice was warm and welcoming, in contrast to her rough look. She brushed sand and dust off her clothes.

Scarlet Nocturne

Wind picked up, played with strands of black hair that was rebelling against the pins holding it in place. A new song kicked in, starting very slow, making Choro sway slightly. She closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the new song – literally. Just before she hit the ground she rolled to the side, spreading her legs in the air and pushing her body off the ground. Soon she found back on her feet again to meet . . . a sandman? A hand was offered to her. Had a voice spoken to her? Choro felt light-headed and a bit dizzy as she extended her arm to lay her hand in that of the sandman. Rolling her head she let herself get pulled in and work her own little magic by not thinking about her movements any more.

Intuition took over. The movements became more powerful, less lazy as it had been with the first song. Throwing her head back she grabbed the shoulders of the man before her and pulled herself up upon the sand to gently lower her legs behind the creature and find solid ground, back to back with the sandman. For her everything had become a blur of sound and colour. Her trained muscles stretched beneath her skin making her countless tattoos dance with her. She had to remember this kid – he mixed nice tunes. If he'd also manage some classic or rock?

Scarlet Nocturne

I suppose we have a posting order?

Scarlet Nocturne

“See ya tomorrow!” a young woman called over her shoulder as she left the “Kioko Café”. Throwing her handbag over her shoulder she proceeded down the street, towards the philharmonic. As usual she would take the shortcut through the park to get home. She liked the calm and the stone hewn benches that sometimes inspired her dances. Her boots sounded surreal in her ears as she left the pavement and stepped onto the gravelled path leading through the park. Something was oddly off today. Choro didn't feel like herself. Frustration took hold of her and so she dug in her bag in search for her lipstick and hand help mirror. The dark stained her already perfectly coloured lips once more. A short correction with her middle finger and she let her utensils glide back into the bag.

Choro froze in her tracks. Was that music she was hearing? Following the foreign sound she soon came to a bench and a young man. Seemingly he was the one creating the music . . . and an image of some sort. Feeling the blood rush faster through her veins the dark haired woman let her bag fall to the ground next to the musician as the rhythm took over control of her body. Throwing her arms up and her head back she let the bass ripple through her body, move her hips and shoulders, making her sway until she felt in synch with all of it. Moving to the bass she let her chest circle, throwing herself upward, backward . . . falling, a smile on her lips she extended a hand to catch herself and land on her feet. Using the momentum she spun, kicking off the ground in a pirouette, dancing to her hearts extent until the music stopped and she stood there, breathing heavily, looking into the sky, a childish smile on her darkened lips.

Scarlet Nocturne

Name: Choro

Appearance

Personality: Choro is a peace loving person who likes to dwell in her dark studio, creating new dance moves. She is always on the look out for inspiring music.

Art: Dancing

Expression: Choro manages to grasp the emotions of a song and bring them into dance moves that at some times might seem disturbing or unusually elegant for the song chosen. She sees her whole body as art which is why she had it tattooed so the movement of the images on her skin would emphasise her utter body control.

Side Job: Waitress at a small café. Not every one seems to appreciate her manner of expression.

Scarlet Nocturne

Sorry, was buisy over easter. Will get a CS up soon ^^''

Scarlet Nocturne (A world of Art and cruel passion)

@Freikugel Definitely still interested. Love the dark and gloomy! ^^

Scarlet Nocturne (A world of Art and cruel passion)

Interested! Sounds like a lot of fun. ^^