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Post by Nichol Montenoire on Oct 24, 2013 19:32:45 GMT -6
"I change the covers every Thursday anyway. Always prepared, mon cherie." He snickered, before finally pulling up to the gym. "Here we are."
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Oct 24, 2013 19:33:41 GMT -6
"Not bad." Annabelle commented, waiting for Nichol to open her door. She wasn't exactly capable of it on her own.
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Post by Nichol Montenoire on Oct 24, 2013 19:42:49 GMT -6
Nichol hopped out, opening Annabelle's door and unbuckling her seatbelt, waiting for her to get out.
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Oct 24, 2013 19:52:27 GMT -6
"Thank you." Annabelle said, climbing out.
Roxanne was sitting inside, having a... rather vivid daydream involving her, Nichol, a looooot of candles and even more ropes, before hearing the sound of the Nichol's car, snapping her back into the real world. She rose, charging out the front doors. "You, mister, are LATE!" She yelled, jabbing him in the chest. She didn't see Annabelle, and Annabelle wasn't about to make her presence known to this obviously quite angry woman.
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Post by Nichol Montenoire on Oct 24, 2013 19:57:22 GMT -6
Nichol just laughed and shrugged. "Sorry 'bout that, Rox. Overslept a tad. I'm sure you can find it in your lovely heart to forgive little old me." He smiled gently.
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Oct 24, 2013 19:59:40 GMT -6
Roxanne cast a withering eye at Nichol, before noticing Annabelle. Her eye twitched.
"H-hi." Annabelle said, smiling nervously. She would've waved, but she wasn't quite able to. Cuffed through the jacket and all that.
"Overslept, eh?" Roxanne asked, looking back at him.
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Post by Nichol Montenoire on Oct 24, 2013 20:13:50 GMT -6
Nichol shrugged. "Didn't say why I overslept." He motioned over to Annabelle, and motioned for her to step forward a bit. "Roxxy, this is Annabelle. Annabelle, this is my manager, Roxanne."
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Oct 24, 2013 20:20:38 GMT -6
"We'll talk more later. You have some dancing to do." Roxanne said, pointing towards the door angrily. Then she turned to Annabelle. "As for you, follow me." She led her to a group of tables off to the side of the gym.
"Thank you." Annabelle said, taking a seat, an act made considerably more difficult by her inability to use her hands. Roxanne sat with her.
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Post by Nichol Montenoire on Oct 24, 2013 20:35:20 GMT -6
Nichol shrugged once more, and headed inside, going into the locker room to change into his dancing clothes, before coming back out and starting his routine.
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Oct 24, 2013 20:38:06 GMT -6
"So, Annabelle, how long have you known Nichol?" Roxanne asked. Annabelle started a little when she asked.
"Oh, I just met him yesterday afternoon." Annabelle said. She was having trouble keeping focus, due in no small part to the damn belt Nichol had locked onto her.
"How did you two meet?" Roxanne asked next, staring intently at Annabelle, studying her.
"We just sorta bumped into each other." Annabelle replied.
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Post by Nichol Montenoire on Oct 25, 2013 15:59:13 GMT -6
Nichol began his dance, full of sharp motions and quick turns, bursting into a septuple headspin before popping up to his feet.
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Oct 25, 2013 16:02:46 GMT -6
Roxanne grew distracted from interrogating Annabelle to watch Nichol dance. Annabelle was distracted by the damn belt, which apparently had a little surprise built into it, because it was teasing her. And it annoyed her.
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Post by Nichol Montenoire on Oct 26, 2013 18:08:56 GMT -6
Nichol continued his dance, his moves becoming more sharp and elegant as he went along.
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Oct 26, 2013 18:11:45 GMT -6
Roxanne began drifting into her daydreams again. She could see the candles...
Annabelle was still unable to focus, due to whatever the hell was up with this belt. Trying to fiddle with it only made it worse, and it infuriated her to no end.
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Post by Nichol Montenoire on Oct 26, 2013 18:21:53 GMT -6
Nichol's dance became more frantic and passionate, as the music flowed more into a mix of samba and salsa.
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