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Posted by anthony on Oct 22, 2009 12:09:52 GMT -6
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He needed to do something. Anything really he had only join the order a while ago and had yet to really meet many people or get a chance to prove himself to others besides Aura. His dark pants swished as he walked into the gym, looking at all the equipment, but found an open space, that seemed to be used for stretching or sparring. So that is what he did, limbering himself up as he leaned and twisted his body, lifting his legs behind his head and over it.His ear buds dangling around his neck the soft thrum of music filtering out of them.
Anthony was a dancer, first and foremost, even before being gay or a mutant. Though he considered both the same thing. Slipping the ear phones into place and spinning his mp3 player into a random mix mode, he felt out for the beat as the music started, strongly and with a defined pace, perfect for break dancing it seemed, so that is what he started doing. Six stepping, flips, contorting himself as he sprung up onto one hand to pose, before he started spinning himself around in his head.
He hadn't felt freer than when he danced. Maybe dancing was his fighting form, his expression of his self. When it came to this there was no correction or mistaken opening he was fluid and rigid, strong confident but knew his limits. But how would he use this? His aura of light pulsed and twitched as he thought. Bringing forth strands of multi-colored light to dance with him, making lights that looked like him dancing with him, on the ground and in the air. Sweat forming on his creased brow as he choreographed multiple motions for himself and for his copies to go through.
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