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]

What the hell is a protoman?

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

Me. It is my name, not a classification.

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

That's dumb, it's like calling you Power Ranger instead of actually giving you a name. [she scoffs] Well Protoman I'm Santana, that's a real name.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

[There's a faint shrug from him.] Whether it has merit to you or not does not matter. It is the name given to me by the man who built me.

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

You're hard to rile up, it's boring me.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

[That gets a derisive snort.] Foolish, trying to rile a war machine. Do you have a death wish, child?

[straightupzorra.livejournal.com]

Already died, don't care.

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

Hmn. [Resigned to her fate then, it seems. No sense in trying to stir anything in this one.] Very well, then. [He turns, starting to head off.]