Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 11, 2007 18:06:32 GMT 1
((OOC: Expecting Mayon to show up.))
A distant moonbeam cascaded against the frigid surface of concrete, carrying the everglow swiftly across the night before it met the side of a wall and climbed until it couldn’t climb anymore. A silhouette waltzed across the curtain of light, lithe and weightless, and at her heels she took up snatches of faraway particles of constellations that bespeckled the heavens above. She turned and a tendril of a galaxy was caught in the spiral then was released when she paused, its coursing magnificence guided by her slender arms. Snap and the shape of her hands seamlessly became a symbol no one knew, but everyone knew that it had a mystical quality about it as she swept across the floor with enchantment in her wake. The hem of her dress was an atmosphere of changing lights, shifting from sapphires to diamonds within an instant of a shooting star. Her gaze could be easily found in the dark, however it wasn’t a piercing stare. It was one that was all-knowing and all-seeing… Like a goddess.
Valencia stepped out of the dressing room’s back door after receiving some praise (and more importantly, money) and was on her way elsewhere in the shifting folds of the misty night. She tucked a loose lock of faux golden hair behind an ear and let the rest cover her face as she sauntered down the dark, dank alley into a brightly lit street. She looked on as the street’s colors faded with closing time while a select few persevered the shadows closing in. She pulled her coat closer to herself to keep out most of the chill and continued her journey. Valencia began to hear distant echoes that haunted her memories, ethereal sounds that withdrew as quickly as they materialized. She was used to them as they were to she and that was it. She embraced the shadows as much as she honored the day and she worshipped everything in between. All in between… But the likes that rejected all sense that came with chaos and order, sanity and madness. In other words, she despised those who sought to disrupt the natural balance that permitted all to exist, including nil, and wanted nothing more but to pleasure their own self gain at the expensive, irreplaceable cost of others.
Valencia stopped in her tracks beneath a lamppost and reached into her coat. She sensed this presence—no, these looming presences since she left the nightclub and according to her standards, they were doing a horrible job at concealing themselves. It was ominous, provoking, and not without malicious intent. With a flash, she pivoted and whipped her would-be aggressor across his head with her retractable walking stick that she kept with her since the days when her guardians still thought that she was blind. It was in her right hand. She saw one, she heard another. Without so much as another second passing, she skipped forward to get out of range of the enemy from behind, then turned around to unleash a piercing stab towards anything her stick can puncture. Her weapon connected into the man’s left shoulder with enough force to stun and stop him from continuing his charge. The retractable walking stick shrunk a little, signifying the mass his girth. Weighty. Her stick shouldn’t be able to retract unless she pressed it against something really hard. Valencia issued a sharp whip across his head for good measure, just a quick one to startle him, before taking on the other that recuperated from his first blow. She gave her stick a fierce shake to lengthen it again into its stiff state and prepared to engage with her foe.
Moron… The distance between you and I is great and only I have the appropriate reach to do something about it.
She lunged forward, causing the man to back off even further and turned around to her right again to deliver a blow to the other man, this time to the neck. Valencia had no means to completely knock people out, but she did have plenty of quick thoughts to administer as much pain as possible until they retreated or someone else came along. She was boxed in from almost every direction. Surrounding her was a wall, a person in the front and back of her, and a street. The traffic wasn’t something to worry about during this hour, so Valencia broke the virtual barrier of the curb by running backwards across the street, keeping her eyes on the two men at all times. People may believe that she’s crazy for running backwards, but over half of all ballroom dancing moves required the lady to move in reverse, so Valencia was fine as long as she knew what she was doing and where she was going. She only had to narrowly avoid one car as she finished her journey across the avenue, leaving the two assailants behind and stranded as more cars came barreling along. And here was when Valencia bumped into a person.
A distant moonbeam cascaded against the frigid surface of concrete, carrying the everglow swiftly across the night before it met the side of a wall and climbed until it couldn’t climb anymore. A silhouette waltzed across the curtain of light, lithe and weightless, and at her heels she took up snatches of faraway particles of constellations that bespeckled the heavens above. She turned and a tendril of a galaxy was caught in the spiral then was released when she paused, its coursing magnificence guided by her slender arms. Snap and the shape of her hands seamlessly became a symbol no one knew, but everyone knew that it had a mystical quality about it as she swept across the floor with enchantment in her wake. The hem of her dress was an atmosphere of changing lights, shifting from sapphires to diamonds within an instant of a shooting star. Her gaze could be easily found in the dark, however it wasn’t a piercing stare. It was one that was all-knowing and all-seeing… Like a goddess.
Valencia stepped out of the dressing room’s back door after receiving some praise (and more importantly, money) and was on her way elsewhere in the shifting folds of the misty night. She tucked a loose lock of faux golden hair behind an ear and let the rest cover her face as she sauntered down the dark, dank alley into a brightly lit street. She looked on as the street’s colors faded with closing time while a select few persevered the shadows closing in. She pulled her coat closer to herself to keep out most of the chill and continued her journey. Valencia began to hear distant echoes that haunted her memories, ethereal sounds that withdrew as quickly as they materialized. She was used to them as they were to she and that was it. She embraced the shadows as much as she honored the day and she worshipped everything in between. All in between… But the likes that rejected all sense that came with chaos and order, sanity and madness. In other words, she despised those who sought to disrupt the natural balance that permitted all to exist, including nil, and wanted nothing more but to pleasure their own self gain at the expensive, irreplaceable cost of others.
Valencia stopped in her tracks beneath a lamppost and reached into her coat. She sensed this presence—no, these looming presences since she left the nightclub and according to her standards, they were doing a horrible job at concealing themselves. It was ominous, provoking, and not without malicious intent. With a flash, she pivoted and whipped her would-be aggressor across his head with her retractable walking stick that she kept with her since the days when her guardians still thought that she was blind. It was in her right hand. She saw one, she heard another. Without so much as another second passing, she skipped forward to get out of range of the enemy from behind, then turned around to unleash a piercing stab towards anything her stick can puncture. Her weapon connected into the man’s left shoulder with enough force to stun and stop him from continuing his charge. The retractable walking stick shrunk a little, signifying the mass his girth. Weighty. Her stick shouldn’t be able to retract unless she pressed it against something really hard. Valencia issued a sharp whip across his head for good measure, just a quick one to startle him, before taking on the other that recuperated from his first blow. She gave her stick a fierce shake to lengthen it again into its stiff state and prepared to engage with her foe.
Moron… The distance between you and I is great and only I have the appropriate reach to do something about it.
She lunged forward, causing the man to back off even further and turned around to her right again to deliver a blow to the other man, this time to the neck. Valencia had no means to completely knock people out, but she did have plenty of quick thoughts to administer as much pain as possible until they retreated or someone else came along. She was boxed in from almost every direction. Surrounding her was a wall, a person in the front and back of her, and a street. The traffic wasn’t something to worry about during this hour, so Valencia broke the virtual barrier of the curb by running backwards across the street, keeping her eyes on the two men at all times. People may believe that she’s crazy for running backwards, but over half of all ballroom dancing moves required the lady to move in reverse, so Valencia was fine as long as she knew what she was doing and where she was going. She only had to narrowly avoid one car as she finished her journey across the avenue, leaving the two assailants behind and stranded as more cars came barreling along. And here was when Valencia bumped into a person.