A piece of home

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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

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?

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm serious!

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

You're a freak.

Mao, you are /not/ doing yourself any favors ;_;

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

I am not! I am an evil genius! [He may be an evil genius, but he sounds like a kid having a temper tantrum.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

You say evil genius but all I hear is freak freak freak freak.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Well maybe someone needs to rewire your eardrums. [Glaaaare.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[squint, she thinks about that for a moment] I don't think eardrums are wired.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Everything is wired. [Have a creepy smile, Santana. A very creepy smile.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

You're a creep, get out of my room.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[BAM, hit the nail on the head!]

[Too bad Mao doesn't seem to think so.]

I can go wherever I want!

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Uh, no. I think I have a right to privacy or something.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

I think you have a right to SHUT UP.

[So mature.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Fine, if you won't get out then I'll just leave.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Fine! [He stands well clear of the doorway, arms folded. Maybe he can convert this room into a storage facility or something.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Argh! Get out! [she attempts to push him to the door]