by .:Transferring:. » Mon Jan 10, 2011 3:05 pm
(( Thankees for accepting me!!! Looks fun!))
Foxx, in her cat form, slunk down the alleys and hopped lightly upon a dumpster. Sniffing around she soon spotted some leftover meat and began to eat it.
Lila, in her human form, looked around warily, before dissapearing into an old abondoned warehouse. From the outside, it looked like any normal, empty warehouse, old and broken down. But inside, it had been transformed into a dance studio. Complete with barrs, for ballet, a trampoline floor on one half of the warehouse, music speakers, and mirrors. Lila's parents had built it when they were still alive, so Lila could have somehwere to dance properly. She smiled to herself as she turned on the music and began to stretch. This was her place, and her place alone. No one knew of it, except for her, and Lila was debating on wheter or not to tell her dance team.
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Surfer ChicaOut of the water, I am nothing.
Surfing is for life.
It's like the mafia, once you're in,
you're in.
It's all about where your mind's at.
When I surf, I tend to think the
world ain't such a bad place after all.