<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.ifrm.com/5941/107/upload/p22002677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Idris Raleigh - Astraflare<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Girl's Locker Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nuo, Autumn.<br/><br/>She gave Nuo a curious look at the comment about music. "Well, if you're worried about music making you more hyper..." Was that even possible? "You could try some slow jams to rein it in." She held up a finger. "Or! You could vent off that energy with some salsa, meringue, bachata..." As those words left her lips, she hopped onto her feet and began to dance to from style to style to memorized songs in her head.<br/><br/>Again, she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, though this time it was to keep the rhythm in her head as well as sheer fun and a habit of spicing things up with her dance partners. And even though her 'partner' was just the air this time, the agile and sensualist swaying of her hips and powerful movements of her thighs suggested that she was someone who loved the art and had natural talent in spades. As if she somehow changed her upbringing in an instant, her accent switched from New York to Miami as she continued, "All of them are good for keeping you moving." There were no gravity tricks here, just skill and love.<br/><br/>And now that she started dancing, she couldn't stop herself. When Nuo claimed to look like a boy, Idris wagged a finger at her, the new accent still there. "No. You look like a gorgeous, athletic woman." She then giggled as she spun. "Dancing feels kinda funny in this suit." To the question about her power-assisted hops, she smiled. "A little bit of both. First few times I did it were on accident. After that, I got better at controlling it."<br/><br/>When Autumn came in, she waved and shot the redhead a warm smile before defending herself from any potential weird looks. "No, I'm not crazy. I just like to dance. You should hear the beat in my head." She couldn't help smiling and pursing her lips at Autumn's enticing looks, though she quickly spun to take the tantalizing view out of her vision until she heard the woman's voice.<br/><br/>Another spin and she ended the dance with a sly smirk at Autumn. "You're probably lying." The accent still lingered and her gestures spoke of a lot of time spent in Spanish Harlem. Dancing always left her brimming with confidence and fire. "If anything, we're like the 'Charlie's Angels' of the X-men Danger Room trainees. Different varieties of sexy." She started to come off her music high and giggled. "Or the Powerpuff Girls."<br/><br/>She pointed to her own head at the mention of uniforms. "Great minds think alike! Count me in! I'm thinking of a white or black number. Maybe with a little jade in it. And in a style like those crazy-sexy outfits Storm rocks."