A piece of home

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Characters: Santana and YOU
Setting: Dorms and Floor 14 (Media room)
Format: Starting action, will match
Summary: Santana singing and dancing, gotta keep in shape!
Warnings: She's feisty?

Dorms
[Here you can find Santana singing two songs that mean very much to her and make her miss home just a bit more]

Media Room
[Here Santana pushes aside some of the couches to make use of the space. She's turned on the music and is working on her dancing, both routines for songs she's sung in Glee and routines for the Cheerios, meaning there's the occasional cartwheel, flip, and round-off.]

[Dare to intrude?]

Comments

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

See, but we're from different places. Where I'm from, I'm accomplishing so much right now.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, you Earth people have always been weird anyway.

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

We're more normal than you are. [pause] You aren't missing a member of your planet named Rachel Berry, are you?

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Rachel Berry? ...No. That's a stupid name.

[He's missing a Raspberyl, though. You wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Yeah it's a pretty dumb name. Do me a favor, if she ever shows up, just annoy the hell out of her. If you do then I'll be out of your hair.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[Mao's eyes light up. It's very possible that he and Santana have different definitions of 'annoy the hell out of her', specifically that his involves a lot more mad science and the possible involvement of laser beams. But he'll watch out for her anyway!] Fine! Hahahahaha...

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[Santana is fine with that definition] Shake on it. [she offers her hand]

this CR is so fucked up and I love it. xD

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[Ew. Fine.]

[He shakes her hand; he's got a surprisingly strong grip for a demonic toothpick.]

some of my favorite c:

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[at his strong grip she squeezes his hand harder]

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[NO. You're not going to out-handshake him, Santana.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[WELL SHE CAN TRY]

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[NOPE. HANDSHAKE-OFF.]

[WHO WILL BE THE FIRST ONE TO LET GO. TO ADMIT DEFEAT. THE TENSION IS PALPABLE IN THE AIR.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[WELL SHE'S NOT LETTING GO ANY TIME SOON]

We should just stop this right now before any more puppies die

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[NOR IS HE]

THEN SURRENDER

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[SHE CAN HOLD ON ALL DAY]

[OH AND GUESS WHAT, SHE DOESN'T NEED HER HANDS TO SING SO SHE'S JUST GOING TO START DOING THAT AGAIN]

NEVERRRR

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Why won't you shut up?!

[He yanks on her arm. Hard.]

Re: NEVERRRR

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[still not letting go even if that yank knocked her a bit off balance]

[singing:] I need to practice.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Urgh! Why? [Poor Mao. He does not understand the principles of practice and hard work. Or singing. Or anything that doesn't involve maiming things.]

[b!s: Santana is kind of hurting his ears. But he's not going to tell her that.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

I need to keep my voice strong!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

What, is your strategy to make people go deaf or something?

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

No, I lull you into a false sense of security then I kill you with the razor blades I got all up in here. [with her free hand she motions to her hair]

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

I see! [He actually believes her, by the way.] Muahahaha... not bad, not bad at all... you might make a decent honor student... maybe.

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[she raises an eyebrow] Honor student to what?

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

An honor student at Evil Academy, of course! [Yes, they actually have one of those.] Undoubtedly it is the absolute best school for demons.

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

...Oh god, you're serious, aren't you?