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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 7:53 pm
Two unlike people, one passion. That passion, is dance. One is a freestyler, the other dances from the heart but does a little choreography. Actually a lot of choreography. They are of opposite worlds, but when it comes to dancing, they meet face to face. Dancing is their passrion, their reason to live. Without it, they don't know what they'll do.
The male is from a rich family. And the brother, is the director of the prestigous dance school in all of England. Because of his family history with the school, he was automatically signed in. They didn't even have to make him do an audition to see if he had the skills to dance. It was passed down to him. So starting freshman year, he started at Perkins Academy for the Arts. Ever since then, he dances with his heart but keeps to choreography. In his spare time, away from his watchful brother's eyes, he does a little freestyling. But he makes sure to keep it on the down low or his brother will be on his case.
Now the female however, is a whole other story. For one thing, she isn't European. All American. Her family wasn't rich as well. In fact, she didn't even have both parents. But when she was a little girl, she was introduced to something that would cheer her up and motivated to stop thinking about her sucky life. Freestyling. It was the dancing. For years, she has learned to keep to the basics of breakdancing. But the more she learned and got better, the more extreme she got. She was in a crew, a hard a** one, looking for respect. But then she got in trouble with the law, and since dancing was her thing, she was forced to fly all the way to Europe to go to Perkins. She would rather be in jail than have to stick to choreography.
Two of the more opposite people, yet their passion is the same. It is most probably up to them to work together to get a routine down. Because at the end of the school year, his senior year and hers as well, in a way, they have to perform. Will it be hell with all the freestyling (for him) and the boring choreography (for her)? Or will it be something a whole lot different? You decide.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:02 pm
So my rules are plain and simple as always. First off, follow the gaia and guild ToS. Everything posted is to remain Pg-16 (for some reason 13 is a little boring). The romance and violence are to be kept at a safe mode thank you very mucho. If you wish to have the characters do the horizontal boogy, PLEASE SKIP OVER IT! The violence, absolutely NO KILLING! For posting, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE LINERS! I'm a literate roleplayer and one liners are my biggest pet peeve! Since this is a semi-lit guild, I expect one paragraph with five lines in ten or eleven font. On second thought, the ten or eleven font is optional but it would be nice for you to get use to it. It makes the post look more mature like and pretty. Um what else? Oh and if you're interested in joining, the title for reservations of the character is "Sexy Can I" and the title when sending me the profile is "It's a Kodak Moment". I would also like for you to follow the skeleton I am giving you. I'm am too lazy to make pre-made profiles so if you're going to slack off on the profiles and not right so much, psh don't bother joining. Once you are accepted, have fun posting!
Ooh before I forget. "Speech in post are to be in your color and bolded" while thoughts are to be in your color and italics. Thank you very mucho! XD
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:09 pm
T h e C h a r a c t e r s The Westside Freestyler[f] ll Andee Bianca Cates ll Taken ll steelblue ll D i R T i E de-TALES
The European Stepper[m] ll Jack Gail Thorne ll Taken ll red ll Melody Gogyou
The Active Talker[m] ll Antony William Eiorlane ll Taken ll crimson ll D i R T i E de-TALES
The Overachiever[f] ll Aimi Morgan Alexander ll Taken ll blue & green ll Melody Gogyou
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 9:49 pm
C h a r a c t e r D e t a i l s The Westside Freestyler: Never really lived a peaceful life. Her dad left before she was even born and her mom was kicked out of her parent's house when they found out she was pregnant. She's pretty hard a** and can never really trust people so much after having to watch where she goes in her neighborhood. After finding out about breakdancing, she has been a fanatic about it ever since. When she got older, she started on krumping as well. During her teen years, she got into a dance crew that was somewhat like a gang minus the guns. She then got in trouble. She had two options, and it was not hers to decide. Juvi or Perkins. Since she was so into dancing, they brought her to Perkins. She would rather be in juvi at the moment.
The European Stepper: Mr. He Has Everything. His older brother is the director of Perkins Academy of the Arts, he has the looks that drives every girl crazy, and most of all, he has the moves that any guy would kill for. But he doesn't get his popularity into his head to make his ego big. He's a really nice guy and very commited to his dancing. He also makes sure that the choreography of hsi routine is just right and flows with the music. Occasionally though, behind his brother's back of course, he does a bit of freestyling at the local club. But that is rarely. Now with the new girl from the US coming to Perkins, and he has do to a routine with her for the end of the year performance, he's screwed.
The Active Talker: He knows all about the school and all the people associated with what he knew, even if these people don't know him. He is known for talking a lot, but not the gossiping kind of talking a lot. More like the babbling kind of talking a lot where he just says random stuff. He's the friendly type, so out there and always smiles. Even though he's taking a major in computer technology, he's got a passion for dancing. His biggest obsession in dancing, Michael Jackson's type of dancing. Busting the moon walk and pretty much glidiing on the floor. Watching him dance will make you know how friendly he was before he has fun when dancing. With the new girl here in the school, he has brought it upon himself to make her feel welcome. It's the least he could do since she does not want to be here.
The Overachiever: This young lady is a triple threat. Not only is she a dancer, but she can also sing and act. That is why she is majoring in all three and still not breaking a sweat. She use to actually go out with our European Stepper, till he ended it because it just wasn't going well for him. She didn't like this, but she's learning to get over it. Especially with the end of the year performance coming up quick. She needs to work on her routine, which she pretty much got nailed. Although, there is one thing that is making her nervous. The new girl that suddenly came to Perkins in the middle of the school year and she is out of no where partnered with European Stepper. She still has feelings for him and is hating the fact that he is not her partner. Ah well, she is getting over her thing for him so it's no big deal.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:10 pm
T h e S k e l e t o n x F I R S T . M I D D L E . L A S T
Y o u r T i t l e H e r e  x 6-8 Teen
x Favorite Style of Art {dancing, singing, acting, etc.}
x Username[align=right][size=15][color=silver]x[/color][/size] [size=20][color=YOURCOLORHERE] F I R S T[/color] . M I D D L E . [color=YOURCOLORHERE] L A S T[/color][/size]
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[align=center][img]IMGURLHERE - real pic only please![/img]
[size=11][color=silver]x[/color] [color=YOURCOLORHERE][b]6-8[/b] Teen[/color]
[color=silver]x[/color] [color=YOURCOLORHERE]Favorite Style of Art {dancing, singing, acting, etc.}[/color]
[color=silver]x[/color] [color=YOURCOLORHERE]Username[/color][/size][/align]
[size=9][color=silver]x[/color][/size] [size=10][color=YOURCOLORHERE][u]Behind the moves:[/u][/color] 1+ paragraph about your character's personailty. Be creative. Five lines or more in each paragraph. Three is the maximum.[/size]
[size=9][color=silver]x[/color][/size] [size=10][color=YOURCOLORHERE][u]The start of my passion:[/u][/color] 2+ Bio on your character. Start from birth to now. Be creative and as always, five lines or more in each paragraph. Five paragraphs is the maximum.[/size]
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:29 pm
x A N D E E . B I A N C A . C A T E S
The Westside Freestyler  x 7 Teen
x Breakdancing / Krumping
x D i R T i E de-TALES
The first few years of my childhood after my baby years were pretty much a lot of bull. For one thing, I found out early that I wasn't all Japanese. I was part black too. So my father was a black guy huh? Sweet! I always wanted to be a mixed, and now I got my wish. It's a good thing too, because without the knowledge that I was part black, I would never have figured out how I was was such a good dancer. This was found out when I was seven. I was walking along the sidewalk hand in hand with my mom when I saw a bunch of guys dancing. And for a girl my age, I liked it. They were doing crazy moves, spinning on their heads and all that stuff. I wanted to be part of it. So I asked my mom what those guys were doing and she told me that they were breakdancing. Years after that, I tried my hardest to learn how to breakdance like those guys from years ago. It took me a while, and a whole lot of begging from my friend's older brothers and sisters to teach me, but I finally got the whole breakdancing thing down.
When I turned thirteen, I was introduced to krumping. According to my past boyfriend back then, krumping was a way to let your anger out. So I tried it once, found out I was a natural and stuck to it ever since, as well as my breakdancing of course. Then my life made a turn for the worse. My mother died of cancer. I was thirteen then and really mad. So for many months, I did nothing but listen to music and dance. This made my aunt and uncle a little mad, but they didn't say anything because I was still coping with my mom's death. At the age of fifteen, two years after my mom's death, I "went to the dark side." I joined a gang for a year, learning the essentials to using a gun and all that. I never smoked or drank however. That was below me and my dancing ability. After that whole gang phase, I went to a dance crew that was somewhat like a gang, but minus the guns. Ah man we were the crazy s**t. We would always make these crazy videos of us dancing in the more coolest places. And we never got caught. Till one time when we were so stupid and so full of ourself that we didn't notice the police around. We were making another one of those videos for youtube viewers when suddenly a man come up to me. I did the most stupidest thing and danced around him while the others laughed. We were all in our mask, but when the guy flashed his badge, we fled. Unfortunately though, I was not quick enough. So I was the one that got busted.
In court, I had two options. One was juvi of course. But the judge thought that this would not stop my ways. And then he watched one of the videos me and the crew made, and he thought I had "potential" beyond the simple streets. So my second choice, Perkins Academy of the Arts. I heard of that school before. They were on TV once and thought it was too beyond my taste. For one thing, it was full of rich kids. Second thing, it was in Europe. So when the judge told me that those were my two choices, I was so ready to say juvi. The thing was, I wasn't the one to decide. My legal guardians were. And guess what they chose? Perkins. I about died. Being far away from my crew and going to some rich kids' school was torture, especially since it was all about choreography and all that s**t. You wanna know how I know this stuff? Well let me tell you. A week after my punishment was decided, I was on a plane to Europe, England to be exact and the first person I saw was a man in a suit that had to be no more than thirty-five in a suit. He told me he was the director of Perkins and immediately, he gave me a tour of the campus. Already I could tell that he hated me, especially with my style of clothing. So how else does he find a way to torture me as well? He decides to put me in the end of the school year performance which was in like four months. Could you believe it? I just got to the damn school during the middle of the school year, and I'm already given a project to do. The dude didn't even know my dancing ability. And here's the thing to my hell, I was partnered up with the director's younger brother. Effin s**t! Just kill me now!
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:41 pm
x Jack . Gail . Throne
European Stepper  x 8 Teen
x freestyle/ ballroom
x Melody Gogyou
But like Aimi said 'happiness' did last long in paradise, things with my family began to get a little crazy, my brother had decided to make some sort of school that I was going to be attending when I reached my high school years, and of course it was a high up school. The kind that people don't normally go to unless they had a lot of pretty pennies, which being the younger sibling of the founder I didn't have to worry about money. Aimi and I had reached a perfect point in our relationship but it seemed to me that she was to into her dancing, as was I. So I broke up with her, I still remember the look on her face when I said the words that I didn't want to say but had to, there is more to the story then your realize, see from what I heard from my mother was that my dad and her dad didn't like each other one bit and they had been fighting for a long, long time. But the fighting was just between those two, my father never had payed much attention to me but when he found out that I was dating the daughter of the man he hated, several marks were left that night. Hopefully this cleared up my record for the entire thing, but still to this day I have feeling for Aimi, but she doesn't know. Our love is kind of forbidden, like Romeo and Juliet, funny how things works out isn't it.
When I finally reached high school my dancing didn't stop, neither did the beating from my father. He had always said to be a football player instead of a f** who danced, but I refused to give it up, he was furious and now he hardly utters a word to me. But I think I can manage without his annoying voice haunting my every step, so I began to go to clubs and I got myself into free style, I guess you could say it's a way to get rid of stress. But no one knows about it and if anyone where to find out that I do this, my life as I know it would probably end (my dad hates free style dance more then he does ballroom).
Sadly though things didn't change, I was still living in my brother's shadow and I couldn't seem to run away from it. Thing only got worse from there on, Aimi was in the same dance class as I was so thing never went any easier for me, though she seemed to be doing just find. From the look on her face it seemed that she wanted nothing to do with me, a hard thing to except but I began to gradually. Then came the new girl, thing went from good to bad to worse over a matter of days, when I looked over the new girl I had to think she was kinda cute but I didn't think about dating her. But again paradise was ruined when I and the new girl were partnered up for the big dance thing that the school was putting on, every single day at dance practice I would watch Aimi, hate filling her eyes and jealousy. Apparent to me that she still had a bit of a thing for me, I just keep hoping that Aimi won't do anything to crazy in her insanity.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:47 pm
x A N T O N Y . W i L L i A M . E i O R L A N E
The Active Talker  x 8 Teen
x Any type of dance and the turn tables
x D i R T i E de-TALES
During my grade school years, I was known to have drum sticks in my hands and stereo earphones hanging around my neck. I went no where without them and was damn proud of them too. I was like my old man when he was younger and knew that making the beats was my passion. Until I was introduced to dance. I first got into dancing when I watched Michael Jackson dance on stage on the TV. And after that day, I learned the art of dance. Of course, that was kept on the down low because making beats was my thing. When I turned fourteen, my dad thought that I should learn the art of learning the beats by professionals. And that is why I was sent to Perkins. My dad knew that I was interested in dancing, having seen me once or twice while I was busting a moon walk or all that other stuff when I was in my room and testing my new beats. They were hot and they meshed well.
So Perkins it was. I signed up to take computer tech and beats when I registered, even though some say that I should have signed up for dance. But really, the choreography thing is not my thing and I suck at trying it. I prefer to be behind a table with my turn tables with me and stereo earphones blasting into my ear. My whole dorm is full of computer equipment, my drum set and other things that I need to make my beats. Because I'm so good at the beats, people come to me to make the beats to their routines. And that's how i get my friendly side. Because I'm talking to people so much, my mouth never stops going on and on. I know many people and know a lot of things. Some things that people don't even want me to know. But hell, I just know the s**t around this school. It's not perfect, it has plenty of drama. Like about this one girl....oops...I'm going off topic. Anyway, I'm pretty known around school to make cool beats for others. And I was planning on keeping it that way till I met one hard a** girl names Andee. She was the one that persuaded me to use the senior performance to get me into the dancing program. And now I'm partnered up with Miss Triple Threat Aimi. God this is going to be hell.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:52 pm
x Aimi . Morgan . Alexander
The Overachiever  x 7 Teen
x dancing & singing, acting is only a thing she does out of boredom
x Melody Gogyou x Behind the moves: Though her appearance doesn't look like it Aimi is a very sweet girl, she's only cold if someone says something about her. If you give the girl a chance to warm up to you than she'll be a loyal friend for life. She's always been on the outside looking in but she is positive and tries to see the glass half full instead of half empty . x The start of my passion: Ever since Aimi was born her parents put her in dance lessons, her mother and father have been very proud of there daughter. At 5 years old she was put into the little miss talent show, instead of her original routine that she had planned with her mother and father, she began to sing. Even though the girl was only 5 she could sing, after that day her mother and father have gotten her singing lessons. But the happiness didn't last long, at the prime age of 10 her mother divorced her father for cheating on her with her mother's best friend. This changed Aimi for ever, as a young girl she would wear vibrate colors in so many shades and hues, but after the divorces was final, Aimi got rid of all of her light clothes and began to wear blacks and other such dark colors.
Through her middle school years she began to fall for boys, but not like normal girls would, she fell hard and fast for one in particular. And apparently he fell for her, even though she wore dark clothes he loved her, but people still ridiculed her look. When Aimi finally got into high school her singing and dancing became more of a passion but many people didn't know that she could sing. But again happiness didn't last long, her boyfriend since middle school dumped her. A few months have passed and her ex is still single, she still has a huge thing for him but it's fading but not slowly. Again thing went from bad to worse, some girl from the states has moved into her town and is partnered up with her ex, this only makes things worse for Aimi and better for the other girl. Aimi has to get her ex back before the other girls gets him and he's gone forever.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:56 pm
S e t t i n g Classes are done with for the day. It's the start of the second semester of school and Jack and Andee are in a practice room working on their routine. Well, only Jack. Andee is no where in sight. Aimi and Antony are doing their own thing somewhere in the school, practicing their own piece for the performance.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 7:46 pm
Jack sighed, itching his wrist. The hair tie that was pressing into his skin was starting to bug him. 'Where in the world is Andee when I need him. He's supposed to help me with the damn moves'. The sounds of his hallow steps reaching his ears, the red streaks in his hair shimmering softly in the pale lights seeming to make them glow. Well stage it looks like it a date, you and me". Jack reached up and put up his hair, only a few strands touching his face.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 7:59 pm
"Shorty got dem apple bottom jeans! Boots with da fur! Da whole club was lookin at her!" The music was blasting in Andee's room. And however many times her neighboring students pounded on their walls to make her turn it down, she didn't. She didn't give a rat's a** who she bugged. If she was forced to suffer this hell hole of a school, the students would as well. Dressed in baggy jeans that reached her lower back, and a half shirt showing three inches of her stomache, Andee laid on her bed, totally oblivious to the fact that she was late for practice. When she opened her chinky eyes and looked at the digital clock on her desk, she knew. Crap! she complained, sluggishly getting out of her bed and grabbing her bookbag. Andee was still rather sore from this mornings lessons. Why was choreography so freakin much? And it was tiring as well. All that counting and keeping in step. It was stupid. After she hitched her sport bag over her shoulders, Andee turned off her radio and walked out of her room towards the dance studio Jack would be waiting for her in. Even though it was a short distance, Andee still walked like a snail to the dance studio. She did not want to be in this performance, she didn't want to learn steps. She just wanted to get this school year over with so she can go back home, back to her crew. Opening the to the studio, Andee saw that her partner was already there and ready to go. She shut the door hard to grab his unfortunate attention and walked over to him, dropping her bag in the middle of the dance floor. "Sorry I'm late rich boy. Got distracted," she said in a tone that would show she wasn't really sorry at all. Slipping out of her shirt and remained in her baggy jeans and sports bra, Andee walked over to the wall and waited for Jack to do whatever he had to do. She crossed her arms over her chest loosely, no sign of interest one her face.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 8:50 am
"So your a chick, I thought you were a dude a first". Jack snapped, a wicked grin on his face, walking over to the stero in the corner he pressed the play button. The song that they were went to dance to came on, ah the sweet sounds of Oh Fortuna, filled the air. "So are you ready to dance, oh yeah I forget that snobs like you can't". Jack waited for her to make the first move, it was a lift and he couldn't do it without her. This could be a pain, His thoughts went to Aimi and what she could be doing.
Aimi sighed and waited for Antony to get his but to where they were suppost to practice. The song that they were suppost to dance to blasted through her ipod. She started to dance without her partner, doing some of the moves that she could do by herself. What she wouldn't do to be dancing with her ex, she still remembers how he was the only boy brave enough to do a lift with her in his hand. Even his body was perfect, the half shirt she wore rose a little to high and the skirt and legging were bugging her but she waited for her partner.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 7:20 pm
Andee raised her eyebrows at this guy. Some nerve he had telling her that she couldn't dance. But whatever, like he knew what freestyling was, so of course his rich a** wouldn't know what real dancing was like. "Oh hell no you did not just ******** say that! Foo I don't know what the hell you're calling me a snob for since I'm as broke as you can ever be! And what do you know about my dancing! You've never seen me dance!" she snapped at him, not moving one inch from her place on the wall. When the music came on, which she had to admit was alright, Andee tapped her foot to the beat. Ah well, might as well get this night over with. Once she pushed herself off the wall, Andee shook her hair out of her ponytail and started over to Jack. "So what first?" she asked.
Antony was rushing over to the dance studio. He had totally forgotten that he was suppose to be practicing with Aimi tonight. It was all Andee's fault that he was even bothering. If the girl hadn't persuaded him to use the performance as an audition to change his course to dance, he would be in his room working on new beats for songs. But no, the girl had to get him to say yes to her request. Now he was having to practice with Aimi, who was most probably the most talented girls at the school. This was not going to be good. Walking into the studio with nothing but his trusty aviators hanging from his shirt, Antony stepped inside and walked over to her. "Sorry I'm late. I got distracted with some beats," he said, although he didn't know if she heard him seeing as she was listening to her iPod and moving already. Crap! Choreography! I can't do that s**t well!
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 8:41 am
Jack smiled at how flustered Andee got when he said she was a snob, it was fun piss this girl off. "If you didn't realize I only said that s**t to piss you off, which I have to admit I got the reaction that I want from you". When she had finally calm down he smiled. "The first move is a lift, can you understand what that is or do I have to explain it to you". This was going to be a pain in the a** but he would have fun doing it.
Aimi turned around trying to flash a smile though what she gave him wasn't much of a smile to begin with. "It's alright, just try not to be again alright", though she was a bit confused by what beats he meant. "So do you know how do ball room dance?. Her perfect eyebrow raised, the stud shinning in the soft light.
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