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genessia2019-01-29 09:26 pm
phoenixstrut) wrote in genessia2019-01-29 09:26 pm
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[OTA] I see it... I like it... I want it.... I got it.
[VIDEO]
[It’s fortunate, at least, how early her broadcast is this morning. Perhaps her agent isn’t awake just yet to see the mess that she is after an obviously restless sleep.
Not that she seems to be all that aware of her good fortune as she turns a weary face to the screen and shoves herdisheveled sleep tousled hair back from her face. Her eyes, while currently ringed with a touch of pink, seem…a bit dimmer than usual and her cheeks are flushed with frustration.
She starts to say something, then runs a hand down her face, finally settling on rubbing her temple for a moment as she decides how exactly to start.]
Does anyone know of a greenhouse, or garden, or botanical something that might be interested in some new plants?
[While she’s definitely sitting in what looks like her bed, clad in a nightgown and surrounded by luxurious white pillows and a rather plush comforter, the rest of the room, while…surprisingly empty for a celebrity’s home, is now absolutely covered in vines and vegetation of various sorts, from bright beautiful blooms to snarling, tangled thorns. The colors and shapes are striking against the bare walls and across the surfaces of all her remaining furniture, but they seem to only be a source of pure irritation for the angel. Then again, frustration is much easier emotional for her to handle than fear.]
I’d burn them all myself, but I don’t think the building manager would appreciate it.[That, and she’s not entirely sure she has the control to burn just the offending foliage.
She drags a hand down her face.] Alternatively, if anyone knows where I can burn off some energy...
[ACTION-Feather Light Studio- Genessia]
One of the heavy black cloths covering the glass front of the building has been drawn back, but the lighting inside -freshly installed earlier that afternoon- is low and warm. To anyone who happens to pass by late that evening, they might catch the movement of a lone figure the owner of the space tests out the fresh new floors and sound system.
While the space is far from finished, the studio is already taking form. From polished wooden floors to the mirrors lining multiple walls, the makings of a luxurious dance haven surrounds her, even with the tools and building materials still stacked about. Water cascades down one glittering rose-gold wall into a cleverly constructed base, it’s splashing sound hidden under the steady music that seems to flood the location.
Despite the snow lining the window and ground outside, Dove’s wearing only a pair of loose
rose colored sweatpants and a solid black band around her chest- fitting for the brand of the studio in which she’s dancing.
Even with current events weighing her down, she moves powerfully…gracefully… almost impossibly so as she gives herself entirely to the music. For a while, it’s simply that, a girl moving across the floor, rolling, dipping, bending, and spinning… Once she’s entirely lost to the rhythm, she allows her wings to sweep from her back, flaring and tucking along with her.
A few minutes more, and she’s summoned a spray of that waterfall in the form of tiny, shining droplets that surround her, each filled with her Light and glittering as they swirl around her- stars, all at her command until the song ends and they hover midair in absolute stillness aside from the carefully controlled laboring of her breath.
Late in the evening or no, it’s quite a show to catch and she’s always fond of an audience, but as a fresh new business owner, Dove should probably learn to keep the door locked after hours.]
[It’s fortunate, at least, how early her broadcast is this morning. Perhaps her agent isn’t awake just yet to see the mess that she is after an obviously restless sleep.
Not that she seems to be all that aware of her good fortune as she turns a weary face to the screen and shoves her
She starts to say something, then runs a hand down her face, finally settling on rubbing her temple for a moment as she decides how exactly to start.]
Does anyone know of a greenhouse, or garden, or botanical something that might be interested in some new plants?
[While she’s definitely sitting in what looks like her bed, clad in a nightgown and surrounded by luxurious white pillows and a rather plush comforter, the rest of the room, while…surprisingly empty for a celebrity’s home, is now absolutely covered in vines and vegetation of various sorts, from bright beautiful blooms to snarling, tangled thorns. The colors and shapes are striking against the bare walls and across the surfaces of all her remaining furniture, but they seem to only be a source of pure irritation for the angel. Then again, frustration is much easier emotional for her to handle than fear.]
I’d burn them all myself, but I don’t think the building manager would appreciate it.[That, and she’s not entirely sure she has the control to burn just the offending foliage.
She drags a hand down her face.] Alternatively, if anyone knows where I can burn off some energy...
[ACTION-Feather Light Studio- Genessia]
One of the heavy black cloths covering the glass front of the building has been drawn back, but the lighting inside -freshly installed earlier that afternoon- is low and warm. To anyone who happens to pass by late that evening, they might catch the movement of a lone figure the owner of the space tests out the fresh new floors and sound system.
While the space is far from finished, the studio is already taking form. From polished wooden floors to the mirrors lining multiple walls, the makings of a luxurious dance haven surrounds her, even with the tools and building materials still stacked about. Water cascades down one glittering rose-gold wall into a cleverly constructed base, it’s splashing sound hidden under the steady music that seems to flood the location.
Despite the snow lining the window and ground outside, Dove’s wearing only a pair of loose
rose colored sweatpants and a solid black band around her chest- fitting for the brand of the studio in which she’s dancing.
Even with current events weighing her down, she moves powerfully…gracefully… almost impossibly so as she gives herself entirely to the music. For a while, it’s simply that, a girl moving across the floor, rolling, dipping, bending, and spinning… Once she’s entirely lost to the rhythm, she allows her wings to sweep from her back, flaring and tucking along with her.
A few minutes more, and she’s summoned a spray of that waterfall in the form of tiny, shining droplets that surround her, each filled with her Light and glittering as they swirl around her- stars, all at her command until the song ends and they hover midair in absolute stillness aside from the carefully controlled laboring of her breath.
Late in the evening or no, it’s quite a show to catch and she’s always fond of an audience, but as a fresh new business owner, Dove should probably learn to keep the door locked after hours.]
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