-- guys try and take her classes who bowed out, wheezing, less than halfway through. {arching a brow} "Bad asses" with no balance whatsoever make for some really entertaining viewing.
{Laughing quietly, she rested her head against her arms, leaning closer to @_ICallShotgun.} --
-- At least for mine. I wish you'd known her.
{Stretching out in her sleeping bag, lazily pointing and flexing her feet, she smiled @_ICallShotgun, eyes bright.}
People always assume dancers are frail. Delicate daisies, you know? Mom... She had more than a few --
-- face, fingertips that had danced over the charred remains of her mother's ballet barre leaving a smear of soot over her skin, she huffed a soft laugh and smiled.}
Incredible. Strong. Smart. Beautiful... None of those are enough. Not when it comes to mothers. --
She must have been...
{Nipping her lip, she glanced worriedly @_ICallShotgun, suddenly wondering what word in the English language could possibly encapsulate Sarah Connor.}
{ruefully} There's no way to finish that sentence, is there.
{Pushing her hair away from her --
*turning to glare at the metal bitch, his brows lifting, he pulled a face, shaking his head* Don't know any Kyle. Must be some other Reese. https://t.co/vgiyA5fQt6
Oh... That's too bad.
{Brow furrowed at the man's hostility, she gave a hopeful smile, ducking her head.} John's a great guy. -- https://t.co/VhKxcxxSYw
*turning to glare at the metal bitch, his brows lifting, he pulled a face, shaking his head* Don't know any Kyle. Must be some other Reese. https://t.co/vgiyA5fQt6