`I came here to make you dance [d][zack]

[Jordan Bailey]

Mask||Dress

Jordan stood up from the table, at long last. She was nervous. Okay, so the dance had started at 8. She had been here at 8:05. She had been sitting with her friends since two minutes later than that, but for how long? She didn't know. She hadn't seen Zack yet, though, which was why she had left. She had went straight to talking with Dani, Sammii, and Ezra. She also hadn't made a meeting time or place with Zack. Damn, how stupid was she, to have forgotten that? She should've made one, she knew. But she was scatterbrained, and had forgotten to make those plans. And Zack hadn't, too. She didn't know why he didn't, but currently, that didn't matter. The problem was the fact that she didn't have any clue where Zack was. Crap, crap, crap. She had finally left her friends, though, to search for him. That much was good. The bad part was the fact that she was so short, it was hard to see over people to find the one that she was searching for. The good part was the fact that Zack was somewhat tall, tall enough that if he was several people away, she'd be able to see him. The bad part about him being tall was the fact that she dwarfed him. Dancing would be fun...

Jordan squeezed through gaps in the crowd of uncontrolled bodies that danced to the beat that blared through the club. Bodies bounced back and forth to the blaring sound, jumping up and down, and moving side to side. It was mayhem, especially for a smaller girl like she was. She was simply glad that, although it would contribute, she was not wearing heels. Heels on Jordan meant death. Her death, most likely. Just because of the fact that she really was clumsy. She could hardly walk down a hallway without falling, or slipping, or tripping on something, even just air. She was that clumsy. It came from her mother, she knew. No, her father couldn't be the one who was clumsy. She wished it was. Maybe then she wouldn't have the scar that marred her right cheek, or her right wing that was crooked. No, her mother was crooked.

Her thoughts vanished as she fell over some feet that were dancing. She screamed out, although the sound was lost in the booming sound that emitted from the large speakers. Her arms were stood on, stamped on, and just plain out hurt. Nothing broken though, as she finally found a gap of movement to stand up in. She healed the contusions that had started to form, and continued, pushing through the people, now. She accidentally grabbed the arms of several people, thinking they were Zack, but had to apologize when they weren't. She finally stopped, and slipped around those that looked similar to her date, so she could see for herself if it was him or not. Frustrated, she walked out of the dancing throng, to the edges of the dance floor, on the opposite side of where tables were set up for those tired of dancing. She continued to scan the mob, in hopes of seeing Zack somewhere among them, but she didn't. So she simply leaned up against the wall, in her red/orange/gold patchwork design dress, her eyes continued to look around through her gold and red mask, with black and red feathers and gold and red frill. The wall was sturdy behind her back as she stood there, looking around for Zack. Oh, how stupid she was to have not made a meeting place and/or time.

ooc--went ahead and made the dance thread..=]]

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