Breakdance Night! (Open)

[Karalie Heise]

She could count on one hand the amount of times anyone had actually been interested enough to ask specifically how her ability worked.  Not even her parents cared to know the specifics.  They would rather pretend there was nothing wrong with their child at all, because in their mind she was afflicted with being meta as if it were a disease. An incurable disease that would make her have to work harder to get into heaven, but surely the Lord would open up his gates for her.  Either way she was surprised he asked, and a little uneasy about it.

She shook her head slowly.  "Like uh movie? No.. more like, from the person or objects perspective.  Sometimes, if it's uh thing I'm gettin' uh memory from an' not uh person, it'll show it from uh different angle, but it just depends. Like, if th'memory's real emotional or somethin' sometimes it shifts perspective uh bit.  It's sort've hard t'explain." It was the best way she could really describe it.  She supposed she should ask about his strength, but it seemed pretty straight forward.  Though who knew, maybe she was missing something.  Either way she held back from asking.  She didn't want to come across as nosy, even if he'd probed her for information first.

"No." She shot back, though there was the hint of a smile at the corner of her lips.  "Yah must've been seein' things." She offered, poking her hip out to the side a little as she kept her arms folded over her chest haughtily.  When he suggested she get on the stage she offered him an incredulous look in return.  Was he serious? He didn't really expect her to climb onto that stage and dance to, of all things, the boot scootin' boogie.

"Ya'll can't be serious."  Though she tried to remain stoic, she ended up failing miserably.  The smile pushed at the corner of her lips, considering the offer.  She wouldn't take it yet, though.  He needed to sweeten the deal.  "I ain't dancin' up there." Not without some convincing She thought to herself.

[Jason Prowler]

Karalie seemed apprehensive to talk about her powers but she answered Jasons inquiry all the same. It was obvious that it was a much more loaded question than he expected, it was as if she wasn’t certain herself how to describe her visions. He listened attentively and nodded at her explanation. “Pretty cool stuff.” Jason respond. “Do you see them now? a slight pause. “Memories that is.” wondering if she already had a glimpse of his past. Who knew maybe she knew more about him already just by being near him. After all he wasn’t sure how her powers really worked.

She try to deny her smile but it was all in vain. Jason chuckled “Hide it all you want but I know you what I saw.” Although she rejected his offer and attempted to stand her ground, Karalie couldn’t hold back her smile . “There it is again!” Jason said excitedly. “I think you totally want to boogie to the boot scootin' boogie.” he jested.

“Well if your not gunna dance, someone has to.” Jason popped up from where he was sitting downstage and backed up a few feet. He really had no idea how to dance to country music but he’d seen people line dance before, how hard could it be? Jason began to dance to boot scootin' boogie by grapevining from left to right. He began by stepping to the right with his right foot allowing his left to cross behind the right, and once more he took a step to the right and allowed his left foot to close to the left side of his right foot. Jason repeated this motion from left to right a few times following carefully to the beat of the music. “Well come on now, aren't you going to show me how its done?” Jason waked back downstage and politely offered out his hand to pull Karalie up. “You can’t have me making a fool of myself the whole time now, come up here.” he said with a smile.

[Karalie Heise]

Cool stuff.  Perhaps, she thought, to someone who wasn't haunted by others memories that it did seem 'cool', but to her it was anything but.  She would give it up in a heartbeat, give this all up, if she could.  If she'd never become a meta she'd still be down in Mississippi, possibly on her way to her original dream of being Miss America.  Even as she thought it she knew it probably wasn't true.  At some point she would have grown weary of the circuit. But life would have been more simple.  She would have never met Lucas or Carter or any of the friends she'd made, but somehow she was okay with that, because she wouldn't have the problems she had now.  She would be able to touch people and things freely without a second thought, a luxury she didn't yet obtain.

"No." She replied, shaking her head and pursing her lips briefly.  "Not unless I'm touchin' somethin'." She explained, holding her hands up for him to see.  Fastest way to deter someone from holding her hand, not that she wanted to hold anyone's hand.  She wasn't big on touching, something hat developed after her change.

She shook her head and planted her hands on her hips once more.  "You think too much."  She pointed out with a playful attitude.  She watched him up on the stage as he started to butcher country line dancing as a whole.  "Watch me." She insisted, though gave in shortly after the words left her mouth.  With a huffy sigh she made her way up to the stage, moving near him but no directly beside him.  "Alright, watch an' learn."  She started with the fine to the right before spinning back in the direction she'd just come.  The routine came back quickly, quicker than she thought it might, and though she tripped up a little the first time through, by the second she was starting to get fancy, kicking her feet higher and spinning more on one heal.  She suddenly wished she had a hat.  

"Ya'll should know I don't go dancin' for just anyone."  It was in that moment she missed her home town.  She'd gone country line dancing plenty as a little girl.  Her parents weren't big on it, but one of her aunts was, and sometimes brought Karalie along when they went down to dance.  The building they went to was an old bowling ally which had been converted to an enormous dance floor where children were allow to come and dance along with the adults.  There was no age limit and you could bring your own cooler.  By the end of the night her aunt was laughing and falling all over herself as she danced, Karalie and her cousins wired on the adrenaline of running around and from the massive amounts of sugar they'd consumed.  It was a nice memory, one she felt fortunate to have from her youth.

She suddenly felt warm towards the strange boy for pushing her to get up there.

[Jason Prowler]

Jason nodded at her explanation. “Must be difficult, not to touch people as freely as you want.” He knew all too well how hard it was not to shake someones hand or even hug someone without a fear of crushing them. Jason had to treat everything like it was made of precious crystal, he needed to concentrate all the time in order to do so. He let out a slight sigh, “I can relate.”

Karalie, to his surprise, took him up on his invitation and began to boogie showing him how to properly line dance. Jason was impressed to say the least, he admired dancers and had no idea she really knew how. It was a sight to see and he could tell right away that she was enjoying herself probably for the first time the entire night. His face beamed with a smile as she began to get more and more into the dance completely showing him up on his fake country line skills. “Now where did you learn all that fancy footwork?” he inquired. “You've been holding out on me.” he teased.

“Well then I’m honored to have seen your performance. You’re very talented.” he said complimenting her skills. “Any way you could teach me to line dance properly?” Jason knew he hadn’t had the slightest clue how but he was certainly a quick learner when it came to dancing. “Maybe we can give each other lessons.” he paused. “That is, of course, completely up to you.”

[Karalie Heise]

She felt the anger bubbling in her gut at his comment.  Of course it was difficult not to touch people as freely as she'd like! Wasn't that obvious? She hated him for reminding her, until he mentioned he had the same problem.  She wanted to scoff and roll her eyes, but she stopped herself.  There was probably some truth in what he said.  She supposed if he was strong enough to tear chairs apart as though they were made of paper, he was probably a threat to anyone he touched.  It made her defense go down at least.  Still, she didn't find it necessary to grace him with any kind of an answer. It wasn't a topic she felt like really discussing in detail.

Things took a turn for better when she began to dance, smirking some at his reaction.  "I have not." She insisted, though there was teasing in her voice.  "But I grew up goin' country line dancin'.  Didn'tchu know they don't letcha leave the south unless yah know uh two step."  She shot a wink at him, finding the dance coming back to her the more she did it.

Karalie rolled her eyes when Jason insisted she was a good dance.  She was, she knew she was, but she liked to pretend she was humble.  Besides, she wasn't as good as she was when she was a kid.  She could really boogie then.  She was a bit out of practice now, but she was sure if she dared to take it up again she'd get good, and fast.  Maybe this summer she'd hit up the the place by her aunts and get down.  His request made her stop to look over at him, just a little out of breath from the moving.  

"I don't think I'd be any good at whatch'er doin'." She insisted, popping her hands onto her hips and looking him over.  "Spinnin' on my head sounds like uh fast way to hurt myself, but if yah really want tuh learn somethin' I'm sure I could show yah.  I mean, I'm uh bit outta practice an' I only know a few old dances by heart, but.. wait, why d'yah wanna learn tuh country line dance?"