That's my type [OPEN - SEE OOC]

Classes had all sucked today. Boring lessons, boring teachers, and even more boring homework to deal with later. The only thing she looked forward to was lunch... And drama club after school. Drama club was what kept her attending this shitty school... Because if she were to face the music, she had no hope for an honest future. She'd become a prostitute or be recruited to the mafia before she had a well-enough-paying job to move out of the slums.

But alas, at drama club she could put all that behind her. At least for a few hours.

She dropped off her bag at her locker and changed into more comfortable practice clothing - form-fitting, black sweats and a white t-shirt.

When she entered the gym, she spoke to no one and got started with practice right away. Those she had relationships with weren't exactly based on positivity and friendship... They were based around fear and blackmail. A favor for a favor; an eye for an eye.

She was a dancer first, and an actress second. She preferred dancing roles, but she had played some minor acting roles in the past. Her dancing style was raw and sexy; all the male students paid special attention to her, while the female students whispered behind her back... if they dared.

Arching her back, Namira bent at the hip, and proceeded to slightly bend each knee, touching her neck as she brought it all up for a twirl. Her priority was to practice each piece of choreography until it all flowed together.