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

[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]

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

I thought you were leaving? [He slips out of the way. Battle agility training: handy when you're being pushed around by a high-school-age girl.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

This is my room! You should get out!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Jeez, make a decision already! [He's not going anywhere.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Get. Out.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

[GLARING CONTEST. Even though he's got glasses. Just ignore the glasses, he's glaring like hardcore under those.]

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

[GlareGlareGlare] Get out of my room.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Well what if I want to use your room?

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Ew! Gross! You have your own room to "use"!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

I need my room to sleep in, idiot! This one is bigger. It's going to be my lab!

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

There are other, bigger rooms to make your lab! GET OUT OF HERE!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

No! I want to use this one, whether you like it or not!

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

You can't use this room! Other people live here!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so?

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

So other people wont appreciate you being here!

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

...So?