Tenth Position •~• Nina •~• Valse Noire [In person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Emerging out of Nina's room is...Nina. But, isn't. Instead of her usual dress, the young dancer is clad in the Black Swan's costume, and has  a different air about her. She seems more at ease, more sensual and seductive. As if nothing in the world could trouble her, and as if she owned that world entirely.

Looking around at her environment, she smiles a smile of the devil as she cracks her neck gently. So, it was this Manor again, was it..? It felt like only yesterday she was last here...

Her nails run down the banister with tantalising anticipation, her steps smooth, graceful and slow..]


((Ffft oh God Canon bumped Nina....please forgive any major fails but feel free to say Hi~!))

Comments

[In Person]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

Well, I assumed, since well, you're in that outfit and all.

[She suddenly feels uncomfortable.]

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[If Nina knew that, it'd be mission acomplished]

You should never assume things..you of all people should know that

[In Person]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

Then what are you up to?

[This isn't Nina. Something's wrong.]

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[With a light crack of the neck]

Nothing much...nothing you should be concerned with]

[In Person]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[Boy, that creeped her out.]

Answer me straightforwardly. [She's not in the mood for games.] Who are you?

[In Person] Is it wrong I love playing BS! Nina waay too much? 6_6

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[With a light snigger under her breath]

Who am I?

[She is..]

Who do you think I am?

[In Person] No it is spazztastic *_*

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[Naomi can't tell if she's more creeped out or pissed off right now. She only hopes that this little display is the Author's idea of a joke and is only temporary. However, given Nina's previous meltdown, Misora's not sure if the cause is simply environmental.]

I'm not playing games. Something's wrong with you ... no, with her.

[Instinctively, she raises a hand in front of her philtrum as defense just in case.]

[In Person] so true..

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Thus far, Naomi would be the only person to look into it that far..

Nina just looks at her curiously]

Really~?

[A melodramatic gasp]

And what do you think is wrong with her~?

[In Person] sorry for the slow, but i am alive ;_;

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[Naomi does not appreciate the mockery.]

I believe I already told you that I'm not playing any games.

[Memories of the body-swap event crawled back into her awareness. Perhaps there was a voice inside Nina's mind trying to take over her body just as the vampire in Soma's mind had tried to take over his when Naomi had been stuck within it. She certainly did not want to believe that the poor girl was mentally unstable herself.]

When do you plan on giving her her body back?

[In Person] Me too BB, me too

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Twirling herself around, as if she isn't listening to Naomi in the slighest. Though she does snap her head around to face the (ex?) agent, before giving a slow shrug]

Oh, you know...whenever...~

[In Person]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

How about now?

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

Let me think..mmm.....

[Leaning close to Naomi, her tone and expression sardonic]

No.

[In Person 1/2]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[The. The nerve!

Naomi almost leans forward herself to strike that woman that dared make fun of her, but she catches herself at the last second. No, no matter what happens this is still Nina. She can't do anything to this woman so long as she's in her friend's body.]

[In Person] 2/2

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

You ...

Fine, have it your way then. [Naomi mutters under her breath.

[She reaches into her jean pocket and takes out the blackberry.

Misora knows that she can accomplish nothing here. Obviously, this demon woman does not intend to tell her anything useful. But how long can Nina, the real Nina, keep up the pretense that nothing is wrong? How long can she keep up the pretense given photographic evidence?

Only one way to find out. Naomi raises the blackberry so that the camera focuses right on her face.]

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[In one fast, fluid motion, Nina knocks the device from Naomi's hands, and smiles devilishly was the device hits the hardwood floor with a sickening 'crack'.

Holding a hand to her mouth, she mocks innocence]

Oops..♥