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Isabella
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What if the Big Bad Wolf was really a beautiful woman with an enchanting smile?

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Silver and Cold
« Thread Started on Jul 25, 2007, 1:40pm »

A blond danced across the stage, her hair flaring behind her, as if she was a comet dancing acrossing the sky. The slight flare of her skirt (not the typical tutu, but a tulip skirt) siloetted her willowy frame. As she danced, she leapt, and where she leapt was into the arms of a muscular man, built for catching, not twirling and leaping himself. Though he did move with the blonde across the stage, there was something awkward and choppy about their movements. Alone, they were graceful, ethreal, and perfect; together, they looked as if they were about to topple over, ever rehearsed spin looking like a plea to be let down. The look on the girl's (and she deffinetly had to be a girl) face said she was silently pleaing that the man fell off the stage, and that one of the other dancers would be catching and twirling her. Her eyes kept flashing back to someone in the corner.

The drama behind the scenes was almost as wonderful as the play they were dancing out. Where the play was the typical, same thing, the going ons backstage seemed to change with each set of dancers. Soon the story came out. Blondie and Muscles apparently were exes, and Mr.-back-stage deffinetly was making it all the worse.

A smile, cold and cruel, danced across Isabella's lips. It was fun to play with people, to watch as they bawked and yelled, cried and loved. They were the best show that could be put on, but because it took ages to watch them unravel, she supposed, the theater was just as good. And she was a regular here, her strange eyes always covered with a set of sunglasses, even during the night. Her typical attire of corsets and pin stripe pants replaced with a hugging black dress. Sometimes she got to eat with the dancers.

The show continued, a long two and a half hour thing. She was patient though, something the people around her didn't seem to know. For being wealthy exuberant people, and supposed patrons of the arts, they seemed to be twitching and squirming quite a lot. Maybe that was because they kept looking at her while they were with their wives.

Oh the drama that lives at the theater!

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