partial post from the Champion Server based RP group "Alliance of Champions" that can be found at www.freedomphalanx.com I'm posting it here too, because I am especially proud of this post, as I watch the performance on the DVD of Varekai. If it gets CDS a few ticket sales and DVD purchases, then good, they deserve it:
Cirque Du Soleil and the like:
The show I saw was Varekai. The actual FIRST show I saw was an offshoot of Soleil here in SoCal. That show has the woman who first inspired me to create Allegro as what she is, a strong and powerful woman. I have to say, I would love to have a nude statue of her so that I could see her body shape. She was formed amazingly, of what we saw(she wore a halter and had her back to the audience for part of her performance). She was emphasis in physical health, power, and full control. She moved with full ballet grace, with amazing muscle strength and tone. I have never before seen a "nude" with a man with a locked gaze on it and not thought of him as oogling or staring but from what I saw that night and at the following performance of Varekai, I saw the closest to physical perfection as I believe could EVER be reached.
The below "performance" is based upon the lead girl's performance in the white leotard and balanced upon the hammers. If you get a chance to see the DVD version, it's scene 18.
((It is strongly suggested that this be read aloud, giving emphasis and pause and is seen fit by the reader. This is one I stress my pleasure in, and I hope that those who have seen such performances can recall the feeling brought on by witnessing one to their minds. For those who have not ever seen one, I can only STRESS you need to see one. You will never look at your own body the same way again. If you EVER stumble and think that Allegro is "bragging" IC when she says she is amazing, you NEED to see one of the Soleil performances.))
Allegro was deep within her workout at the gym that was in her apartment building. Darktower and his friends watched her move again...
She entranced them, she moved effortlessly through routines that arrested the attention of anyone who watched her. Even the most physically capable heroes paused when she took the "stage". The most fit martial artists were taken in by her flexibility, as she flowed from one position, standing... then rolled forward... landing on her chest, arms outstretched... and the rest of her, continuing to arch, her back looking like rubber, as she found her feet flat on the ground... but next to her head, her body bent in half.
Even the most flexible of heroes, who once mimiced her with mocking challenge, "performer to performer" found themselves outclassed by her 15+ years of discipline as she moved with seemingly no concentration into a single armed handstand, her legs stretching towards the sky, then to the corners of the room, then both hands on the floor, she spun with controlled speed, her legs arcing into a square shape and she spun across the floor, only to flow down into the floor, a slow speed somersault brought her to her feet, but she bent over backwards, one leg extended past her head, and then she went over backwards, like a waterfall, again on her hands, then on her one foot, then on her hands again...
With a single arm she held her body aloft, her legs spiraling through the air, her face a performer's mask, no concentration at all, she moved as though it were merely God's standard for her. What do you mean, you cannot fly? For I can...
When she stopped, she vanished from the room, her eyes down, her head bowed like a presented virgin to a kingly conqueror, and in truth... it was she who had conquered. None of the room did not acknowledge her as the most skilled acrobat that they had ever seen.
* * *
Reese... What is your problem?
Why can't you just give up being mean to people. Apoligize and move on. Nora... this Nora he had problems with... why didn't the heroes just be nice? It was foolish to do anything other than that. Family had to stay close, ever trusting, they had to know that no matter what, they were there for the other... like when she had performed... no matter WHAT you trusted your partner. It was your partner who shielded you from death and injury. From falls and sometimes... even from themselves. You MUST trust them, or you will NEVER reach the level of teamwork required to be nearly telepathic. To know what, will, and how to react.
It wasn't some magic gift you could simply snap your fingers and obtain. It was forged within the fire of two human souls, working, sweating, crying, laughing, moaning in pain, all together. In time... you will begin to fuse into a single performance. You must focus... not force, the fusion. Man cannot "know" when and where to fuse. Not a simple magic trick, a performance of life and death and bodily harm came from the skill of the performers, the fitness of the performers, and the fusion of their entire living souls: "Your breath, in my chest."
It meant that as one breathes, so the other breathes, as one moves, so the other wills the move. In time, this means that you will over extend yourself, pushing yourself beyond your means to carry out the motion, putting yourself in the death grip of gravity, hurtling through the air with your eyes closed, for you know that your partner IS there. That another pair of warm blooded living hands will save you from perishing to God's gravity. So instead of plummeting, you seemed to soar through the air with the confidence of a man born with wings.
Some of the heroes who watched her, some were so jealous. Many of the bubble chested gnashed their teeth when she took the floor. She did not allow it to break her concentration, nor did she make a flashy display, instead, allowing her perfect body control to strike them down. HERE... Here SHE was the goddess. The room bowed to her, and turned to watch her move. Even as far as a girl bringing herself in wearing next to nothing once, so outraged she was by the pure magnetic pull Allegro's musical and physical performance had. It made a small cymbalic clash in an otherwise tomb death room. Allegro held the audience, she owned them. Even after a full year of her weekly performances... when she changed them, notifying the crowd they were changed by a change in music, a change in make up, and a mysterious absence the week before. These meant that the girls who reveled in being doted upon in their thongs and D cups would be once again shoved aside as the "flat-wear" took their audience away, AGAIN.
Allegro heard their words "Who the hell does she-"
Inside... deep within herself, at the level no one could touch, save her fellow performers... those who had touched their potential and climbed the mountain of physical perfection, she took satisfaction at showing the men something they TRULY wanted to see... a full body workout, a woman GLOW doing something with distracting grace, form, and beauty. All while the whores stood at the base of the mountain, promoting their own natural gifts, or not-so-natural enhancements, but falling short of her displayed power. Their body could not compete with her body control... and it was... with the help of a skintight full body costume, unbreakable.
Yes. It was true... she DID show off her backside. The leotard hugged her like a second skin, rounding across her curves, and when she moved, so perfect was her controlled women's sway, that she had hips, and yes... she pulled that trick, sometimes. She was not merely a clownie GIRL, when she pulled out the sexy glittering black tights, she was a clownie WOMAN, who commanded an adamant audience. It was placed to remind the D-cups who they were dealing with...
"You may have a bigger chest, but that is ALL you have... whilst I control the air and earth, soar through the sky and swim across the land. You may masturbate to a pole in a thong with loud bass, but I meld myself WITH the pole, ensuring that the pole feels the full degree of motion throughout my performance. Your disgusting violence, your jagged motions do not produce the pull and play upon the eyes that my smooth contours and blessed flowing form invite. I promise the undying experiance of eternity... you are a shadow who will wilt away into nothing while MY favor is still sought as a treasure."
Even with her legs splayed, her eyes and face commanded the audience's attention, not her crotch. For the five to ten minutes that her public morning acrobatic routines lasted... she drew them in, with her entire body. And they were hers.
Reese needed help. He needed to understand the motions... and to feel his way back from where he was lost. She felt like he was in a rowboat adrift in dark and misty waters. The sky pitch, the sea smooth as glass. With only the light from a small lantern illuminating the immiediate sea, all other vision was swallowed up by the eternal darkenss surrounding the pitiable and lost Reese Riley. Could she call to him from the shore? Could she lead him to the safe harbor for his small craft?
The ocean was of God. Like the gravity she dwelt in. To the trained and experianced, to the disciplined, they could move and exist within the water like she did in the gravity of the Divine One. But Reese Riley had no such skill. He was adrift.
"IF You see a Tanker Taunting you STOP IMMIEDIATLY. Everybody knows... if the Tanker has to come and get you, he's bringing a Butt Kicking with 'em."
Crey web page for pics and brief bio
partial post from the Champion Server based RP group "Alliance of Champions" that can be found at www.freedomphalanx.com I'm posting it here too, because I am especially proud of this post, as I watch the performance on the DVD of Varekai. If it gets CDS a few ticket sales and DVD purchases, then good, they deserve it:
Cirque Du Soleil and the like:
The show I saw was Varekai. The actual FIRST show I saw was an offshoot of Soleil here in SoCal. That show has the woman who first inspired me to create Allegro as what she is, a strong and powerful woman. I have to say, I would love to have a nude statue of her so that I could see her body shape. She was formed amazingly, of what we saw(she wore a halter and had her back to the audience for part of her performance). She was emphasis in physical health, power, and full control. She moved with full ballet grace, with amazing muscle strength and tone. I have never before seen a "nude" with a man with a locked gaze on it and not thought of him as oogling or staring but from what I saw that night and at the following performance of Varekai, I saw the closest to physical perfection as I believe could EVER be reached.
The below "performance" is based upon the lead girl's performance in the white leotard and balanced upon the hammers. If you get a chance to see the DVD version, it's scene 18.
((It is strongly suggested that this be read aloud, giving emphasis and pause and is seen fit by the reader. This is one I stress my pleasure in, and I hope that those who have seen such performances can recall the feeling brought on by witnessing one to their minds. For those who have not ever seen one, I can only STRESS you need to see one. You will never look at your own body the same way again. If you EVER stumble and think that Allegro is "bragging" IC when she says she is amazing, you NEED to see one of the Soleil performances.))
Allegro was deep within her workout at the gym that was in her apartment building. Darktower and his friends watched her move again...
She entranced them, she moved effortlessly through routines that arrested the attention of anyone who watched her. Even the most physically capable heroes paused when she took the "stage". The most fit martial artists were taken in by her flexibility, as she flowed from one position, standing... then rolled forward... landing on her chest, arms outstretched... and the rest of her, continuing to arch, her back looking like rubber, as she found her feet flat on the ground... but next to her head, her body bent in half.
Even the most flexible of heroes, who once mimiced her with mocking challenge, "performer to performer" found themselves outclassed by her 15+ years of discipline as she moved with seemingly no concentration into a single armed handstand, her legs stretching towards the sky, then to the corners of the room, then both hands on the floor, she spun with controlled speed, her legs arcing into a square shape and she spun across the floor, only to flow down into the floor, a slow speed somersault brought her to her feet, but she bent over backwards, one leg extended past her head, and then she went over backwards, like a waterfall, again on her hands, then on her one foot, then on her hands again...
With a single arm she held her body aloft, her legs spiraling through the air, her face a performer's mask, no concentration at all, she moved as though it were merely God's standard for her. What do you mean, you cannot fly? For I can...
When she stopped, she vanished from the room, her eyes down, her head bowed like a presented virgin to a kingly conqueror, and in truth... it was she who had conquered. None of the room did not acknowledge her as the most skilled acrobat that they had ever seen.
* * *
Reese... What is your problem?
Why can't you just give up being mean to people. Apoligize and move on. Nora... this Nora he had problems with... why didn't the heroes just be nice? It was foolish to do anything other than that. Family had to stay close, ever trusting, they had to know that no matter what, they were there for the other... like when she had performed... no matter WHAT you trusted your partner. It was your partner who shielded you from death and injury. From falls and sometimes... even from themselves. You MUST trust them, or you will NEVER reach the level of teamwork required to be nearly telepathic. To know what, will, and how to react.
It wasn't some magic gift you could simply snap your fingers and obtain. It was forged within the fire of two human souls, working, sweating, crying, laughing, moaning in pain, all together. In time... you will begin to fuse into a single performance. You must focus... not force, the fusion. Man cannot "know" when and where to fuse. Not a simple magic trick, a performance of life and death and bodily harm came from the skill of the performers, the fitness of the performers, and the fusion of their entire living souls: "Your breath, in my chest."
It meant that as one breathes, so the other breathes, as one moves, so the other wills the move. In time, this means that you will over extend yourself, pushing yourself beyond your means to carry out the motion, putting yourself in the death grip of gravity, hurtling through the air with your eyes closed, for you know that your partner IS there. That another pair of warm blooded living hands will save you from perishing to God's gravity. So instead of plummeting, you seemed to soar through the air with the confidence of a man born with wings.
Some of the heroes who watched her, some were so jealous. Many of the bubble chested gnashed their teeth when she took the floor. She did not allow it to break her concentration, nor did she make a flashy display, instead, allowing her perfect body control to strike them down. HERE... Here SHE was the goddess. The room bowed to her, and turned to watch her move. Even as far as a girl bringing herself in wearing next to nothing once, so outraged she was by the pure magnetic pull Allegro's musical and physical performance had. It made a small cymbalic clash in an otherwise tomb death room. Allegro held the audience, she owned them. Even after a full year of her weekly performances... when she changed them, notifying the crowd they were changed by a change in music, a change in make up, and a mysterious absence the week before. These meant that the girls who reveled in being doted upon in their thongs and D cups would be once again shoved aside as the "flat-wear" took their audience away, AGAIN.
Allegro heard their words "Who the hell does she-"
Inside... deep within herself, at the level no one could touch, save her fellow performers... those who had touched their potential and climbed the mountain of physical perfection, she took satisfaction at showing the men something they TRULY wanted to see... a full body workout, a woman GLOW doing something with distracting grace, form, and beauty. All while the whores stood at the base of the mountain, promoting their own natural gifts, or not-so-natural enhancements, but falling short of her displayed power. Their body could not compete with her body control... and it was... with the help of a skintight full body costume, unbreakable.
Yes. It was true... she DID show off her backside. The leotard hugged her like a second skin, rounding across her curves, and when she moved, so perfect was her controlled women's sway, that she had hips, and yes... she pulled that trick, sometimes. She was not merely a clownie GIRL, when she pulled out the sexy glittering black tights, she was a clownie WOMAN, who commanded an adamant audience. It was placed to remind the D-cups who they were dealing with...
"You may have a bigger chest, but that is ALL you have... whilst I control the air and earth, soar through the sky and swim across the land. You may masturbate to a pole in a thong with loud bass, but I meld myself WITH the pole, ensuring that the pole feels the full degree of motion throughout my performance. Your disgusting violence, your jagged motions do not produce the pull and play upon the eyes that my smooth contours and blessed flowing form invite. I promise the undying experiance of eternity... you are a shadow who will wilt away into nothing while MY favor is still sought as a treasure."
Even with her legs splayed, her eyes and face commanded the audience's attention, not her crotch. For the five to ten minutes that her public morning acrobatic routines lasted... she drew them in, with her entire body. And they were hers.
Reese needed help. He needed to understand the motions... and to feel his way back from where he was lost. She felt like he was in a rowboat adrift in dark and misty waters. The sky pitch, the sea smooth as glass. With only the light from a small lantern illuminating the immiediate sea, all other vision was swallowed up by the eternal darkenss surrounding the pitiable and lost Reese Riley. Could she call to him from the shore? Could she lead him to the safe harbor for his small craft?
The ocean was of God. Like the gravity she dwelt in. To the trained and experianced, to the disciplined, they could move and exist within the water like she did in the gravity of the Divine One. But Reese Riley had no such skill. He was adrift.
"IF You see a Tanker Taunting you STOP IMMIEDIATLY. Everybody knows... if the Tanker has to come and get you, he's bringing a Butt Kicking with 'em."
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