<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Zapit room/Twins,Amelie,Maya's room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>People were awake and the smell of various breakfasts was starting to fill the air so that meant it was time!<br/><br/>At the far end of the room Amelie slowly crawls out of her bed, hair sticking up everywhich way while her gleaming eyes peer at the other beds in the room. On making sure everyone was awake if not up she slips fully out of bed, her small form covered only by a rather worn jersey bearing the picture of a baseball playing Rattata that falls to her mid-thigh. There's a thump as she drops to her knees and begins rooting beneath her bed, her rear shaking in the air as she climbs partially beneath the bed. There's a brief cry of triumph before she comes crawling out clasping a plastic stick with a rubber handle. With a bounce to her step and a smile on her lips she moves over and uses the stick to turn on a radio.<br/><br/>As the machine wakes up she sets the stick nearby and bounces on her feet. The deep pulse of drums fills the air as what can only be called tribal rock fills the room, Amelie's head bobbing in time to the beats. Bouncing on her toes and shaking her hips she makes her way to her bed and begins making the sheets. Instead of climbing up onto the bed her form lifts up into the air and she floats above her bed making it, the shaking and bouncing of her form coupled with the shortness of her jersey offering any that would be watching proof that she wears no undergarments to bed and that there's not so much as a hint of hair anywhere beyond the mop atop her head. Dropping back to her feet she sways for a moment, eyes closed and head tilted back. Her shoulders roll and her hips swish back and forth before her face scrunches up and she<em>REACHES</em>for something not physical.<br/><br/><strong>In the bathroom</strong><br/><br/>A toothbrush, specially prepared with strips of metal wrapped around it jerks up into the air, a tube of similarly treated toothpaste floating up after it. The two tools jerkily float in the air, an odd metal bowl lifting from nearby to float beneath them as the toothpaste tube shifts and rolls depositing a fairly large blob of paste upon the brush. The tube settles back down while the bowl drifts beneath the sink, a handle spinning wildly and water spewing into the bowl. The handle twists and shuts the water back off after a span of mere seconds, holes punched near the rim of the bowl letting excess water spill back into the sink. The bowl and still floating toothbrush drift towards the door as it opens with a creak before floating through the living room towards the bedroom door. There's another creaking of handle as the door is opened, the thudding music pouring out while a swaying and bouncing Amelie is visible beyond.<br/><br/><strong>Back with Amelie</strong><br/><br/>Reaching out Amelie catches her toothbrush and begins running it across her teeth, the bowl settling down upon her desk  as she bounces about the room. Some of her bounces leave her floating for long seconds through the air while others thud against the floor as her full weight taps against the floor in time to the drums filling the air. Twirling and hopping she moves around the room gathering up her clothing for the day and setting it out on her bed. Unminding of the still open door she shucks her jersey and stretches out, still bouncing on her toes to the beat. Twisting and stretching she leans this way and that way, the smooth shininess of her skin belying the dense nature of her little body. Her hips, wider then her build would suggest roll and twitch as she sways and spins, her stomach twitching with every fast breath she takes. Her breasts, bearing puffy areola and inverted nipples are oddly squished and don't bounce as much as mounds the size she has should. As her heels drop with her full weight against the floor the lush mounds seem to uncompress slightly, ripples and quakes shaking through the suddenly softer mounds before they squeeze slightly, her body lifting up through the air in a floating spin.