Post by →Sasha Marr← on Jan 2, 2009 23:06:58 GMT -5
Dark curls bounced after a seemingly floating figure, it's gentle twists catching the early morning light. Sasha Marr, better known as Marr in the Whammy House orphanage, danced about, brilliant green eyes flitting between the numerous over sized toys. Her usual strained face and locked jaw bone were set, even though there was nothing causing aggravation toward her. Flushed cheeks displayed the constant pressing of her top and bottom rows of teeth, and unblinking eyes showed deep concentration.
Marr circled the playground mindlessly, in-tuned ears picking up on the whispers of parent's watching their children. Most of them were muttering about Marr's odd expression, unfitting to her pretty all over look. Marr turned her head in the whisperers' direction, and grinned. The murmurs stopped. She continued onward, until her eyes fell upon something interesting.
Stepping onto the circular contraption, Marr pushed hard with her other leg, finger's gripping one of the six bars jutting out from the middle of the spinning wheel-like subject. The round-about jolted forward, taking a hair-whipping speed up a notch. Skillfully, Marr leapt in air, rear landing on the bar of which she held in a death-grip. She sat as if she were sitting in a normal chair, as if at total ease. Great awareness of her posture was clear in her straight back and crossed ankles.
The spinning began to slow, and Marr's cheeks flushed red. Not in embarrassment, but with anger. The knuckles of her finger's whitened with the new source of pressure. She leaned forward, her arched eyebrows coming close together. From there, she pushed her feet out from behind her. The heels of her shoes caught on the bar, and she eased herself upward. In a crouched position, she looked outward to the many awestruck stares of 5 yr olds. With immense boldness and a slight frustrated smirk, Marr jumped.
Marr circled the playground mindlessly, in-tuned ears picking up on the whispers of parent's watching their children. Most of them were muttering about Marr's odd expression, unfitting to her pretty all over look. Marr turned her head in the whisperers' direction, and grinned. The murmurs stopped. She continued onward, until her eyes fell upon something interesting.
Stepping onto the circular contraption, Marr pushed hard with her other leg, finger's gripping one of the six bars jutting out from the middle of the spinning wheel-like subject. The round-about jolted forward, taking a hair-whipping speed up a notch. Skillfully, Marr leapt in air, rear landing on the bar of which she held in a death-grip. She sat as if she were sitting in a normal chair, as if at total ease. Great awareness of her posture was clear in her straight back and crossed ankles.
The spinning began to slow, and Marr's cheeks flushed red. Not in embarrassment, but with anger. The knuckles of her finger's whitened with the new source of pressure. She leaned forward, her arched eyebrows coming close together. From there, she pushed her feet out from behind her. The heels of her shoes caught on the bar, and she eased herself upward. In a crouched position, she looked outward to the many awestruck stares of 5 yr olds. With immense boldness and a slight frustrated smirk, Marr jumped.