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Mel Swiss

Music makes my heart pound.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Renssaerene

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♫~Melanie Swiss~♫

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Age: Twenty-Three
Occupation: Dancer

Height: 5' 8'' Weight: 136 lbs.
Measurements: 36C - 27 - 36


Personality:: Melanie is very spunky. She does things her own way. Most would think she is a sloppy, trashy, and probably very easy person. She's not. For one, she could dance literal circles around you, she works hard, and she has morals. She was a street girl, and always will be at heart, but she has blossomed into a well-rounded dancer, ranging through many different genres and styles. She has had very little real training, mostly learning from DIY Videos, and recording her favorite dancing shows. She's a pretty chill girl, but once she is in the heat of the dance, it's hard for her not to work herself beyond perfection.

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This is a general outfit for Mel. She carries this, or something similar, in her bag at all times. Along with water, a sports drink, mints, gum, her keys, phone, and music player.

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Mel Swiss's Story

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Melanie had been in Wing City for less than a week, and already she was pulling in more interest than what she got in her home town. Apparently street dancers weren't too popular here, although she'd passed a few stragglers going for tips while they played guitar, or just sort of flailed expressionlessly. She was towards the edge of the stones that made up the plaza, in front of an old shop, it looked like. Her music was blaring, her compact music dock sitting on the edge of a square trash can. She was directly beneath a light, which acted as a spotlight for her. She was inevitably lost in her own world, the music drowning out any thoughts she had.

Every move she made was precise, she hit it where she needed to, and when she needed to. It didn't look spastic, and yet it wasn't robotic. It was fluent but free. She was combining her ballet with modern street dance, hitting a Faille and then turning to do a Rond de jambe, pulling her leg in once she had completed the circle, shifting into a lunge position, launching off into a barrel turn. She landed somewhat shakily, but shrugged it off, continuing into an axel turn that flowed into more 'crunk' moves. All the spinning made the slights swirl around her, peoples faces blurring beyond recognition. She could ehar the clapping, and see the flashes of the cameras her little crowd held. They were enjoying her show.

This is why she danced.

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And for the finale, one last jumping move, she did a stationary Grand Jete, landing and taking her bow. She exhaled heavily as she swung herself back up into an upright position, ruffling her hair before taking notice of the man who had pushed past the sea of face. She eyed him curiously, he wasn't one that had been here before, she knew that much. Her general bout of watchers were younger than her, and probably only watched to post it on the internet. And the others were older people who were probably wishing they could move like she did. He... looked a little different, from that crowd. "Ah, thanks."

She turned off her music, watching the crowd disperse as she took a much needed gulp of her power drink. That was a good show.

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Melanie smiled, what did she call that? It was just her dancing, a mix-up of everything she'd learned. She finished the majoirty of her drink before screwing the cap back on and leaning against the light post, "Ah. Doesn't really have a name, like. It's a bit of everything. Hip-hop, contemporary, ballet. I'd say it's pretty abstract, aye?" Her accent was a little heavier than normal, that generally happened when she wasn't trying to sound 'normal'. She took note of his goggles, and arched a curious brow at them. "You a biker? Don't look like one."

Then again, she didn't look much liek a dancer, but she was.

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Melanie smiled, "Ei- what? It is pretty old, I suppose. If you're into what rendy and whatnot, eh? I'm not so much into trends..." She cleared her throat and rubbed the bottom of the sneaker against the stones beneath her feet, her head was still spinning, but she'd learned to ignore that a long time ago. She chuckled at his comment, "Well I do try, dancing is sort of my.... thing." She looked at him niquisitively, she hadn't met many people here, especially not anyone who had the guts to actually talk to her. She assumed she was too intimidating. "Jack, eh? I'm Melanie, I prefer Mel, or Swiss, though."

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She shrugged, "Ways away, actually. Little town, I guess, hoodlum neighborhood." She smirked, she was the baddest hoodlum she knew. She was a street girl at heart. She nodded, "My thing. Some people tagged, looted, wahtever they could. I danced." Mel pretended to not noticed his wandering eyes. She couldn't blame him, very much. She was used to it, and with ther knack for wearing things on the more.... less, side, she sort of called attention to herself. She beamed at his question, "Melanie, yeah. Mel's short for that, you know. Swiss is a cheese, me thinks, but that's what I'm named after."

She debated telling him about the entire other genre of dancing she did, but that didn't seem too wise at this point. "Swiss. Like army knives. I'm sharp and dangerous, like." She winked at him. Yeah... He didn't know the half of it.

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"Oh really? I guess we could get in a bit of trouble together then, aye?" Mel smiled and ran a hand through her hair. She was quite hungry. All that moving about tended to burn off more calories than she could shove her face with in two hours. She let her eyes roam about the street, there were plenty of those little high-class places to go to, but she had no need for anything that had more elegance than a hot dog or steak. All that fancy hooplah was unappealing to her. She glanced at him, finding it a little odd that he wouldn't know who the Swiss were. But hoodlums did have a knack for having more street smarts than book smarts. "Ah, yeah, they are. Where're you from, then?"

"Hah, aren't you already?" She smiled and clicked her tongue, "I do get worse when I'm hungry, and I could eat a T-Rex right about now."

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Mel liked this guy. And she saw lots of paid-by-him meals in the near future, that, was a very good plus to any relationship. Paid-by-him meals. She felt a kink in her hsoulder and went to stretch, which consisted of making a contorted face and pulling her arm above her head with her other hand, while rolling the shoulder at the same time, until it felt like the tension had realeased. She sighed and went to mess with her hair again, realizing she'd probably already done that since he was standing there. Her hand stopped mid-reach and she just fiddled with her ear, "Uhh. I've not gotten the chance to eat much. I could go for a good Philly Cheese Steak, though."

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Mel shrugged, tilting her head back and forth. "As long as it's not a dumpster I'm good. Or a strip joint. But I doubt you'd take me to one of those... or vice versa." She chuckled, grabbing her bag and stuffing her little dock into it, sliding her music player into the pocket of her shorts. She quirked a brow at her sock for a moment. One was striped, the other was polka-dotted. She knew she had crazy socks, but had she gotten dressed in the dark this morning? She did need some uniformity.

"Yeah, I love those. I was in Brooklyn for about eight years. Best Phillies in the world. Cheesy and the meat was perfect. I loved them." Til' the owner died and she couldn't get freebies, that was. "But yeah, why not?" She slid her backpack onto her shoulder and pulled on her glasses. She just thought they finished the look of the geeky cool outfit, she was already wearing her contacts, so they didn't affect her eyes either way.

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Mel chuckled, following off after him. "Like I said, I'm a hoodlum. Get what I can, where I can, ya know?" She grinned to herself at all the odd looks she was getting. Besides her mis-matched knee-high socks. She wore a pair of shorts, they were rather short, and they had red green and yellow stripes on the hem, 'ATL' stitched on the right leg. Her shirt was a cutoff, eighties styled cropped tee, 'FAME" splashed across it in technicolor. And to top it off, her hair was in an asymetrical bob, the longer side striped consistently with different colors. Quite the colorsplash.

"Ah yeah, no London though. I was born around there, you could say." She rubbed her nose as they walked, smiling when he opened the door. She stepped in and clutched her bag to herself, instinct. "You like playing the question game?"

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"Yeah, scavengers." She heard the beginning of another word coming out of his mouth, but she let it be for now. She avoided looking at many people in here. Wasn't completely 'cooth' coming into a dining place dressed like you'd been outside all day. Granted, she had been outside all day, she still didn't find that most suiting for her rep. She put her music player up on the table when she sat down, setting her bag down in her lap. She tilted her head at Jack, before looking down at the menu. She didn't generally use... menus.

She chuckled, "I said there, London. You know, it's where I get my accent from, mate. That and Australia, New Zealand, wherever life took me and my mum." She ran her finger in circles over the table, eyeing the other patrons and the staff. "Ah, pretty much just ask questions. Get to know each other, it's pretty fun. Wanna play?"

She was obsessed with that game.

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She snickered, "Sound like you're trying to convince yourself of that one,buddy." She didn't bother look at the menu, more than seeing they had soda, and fries. She really wasn't a picky person, she ate what she came by. And when she got a choice, she went with the simple things. Like Philly Cheese Steaks. Mel drummed her fingers against the table top. Mildly thinking, and debating whether or not she'd ditch him to go to work... She could aways skip out on work, but whether or not he was worth hanging around sort of determined that. "Oh me? Yeah.... Mum was a bit of a Bohemian. Dad... he, wasn't around much. She had lots of boyfriends, tended to uproot us whenever they got a dream in their little heads."

She smiled, "Everyone's gotta have a Cheese Steak. Staple food." She considered what to ask him, puckering her lips in though, "Hm. How old are you?"

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"If you could call them that." More like guardians by technicality. She'd stretched the truth a little bit. She always had a different set of parents, that bopped her back and forth in the system. She was a street kid because her mother was a druggy. Dad left. And then came Mel. She ordered herself a cheese steak, Sprite with Ice Tea, and then some spicy curly fries. Yes, the fires were a no-no, but she was actually getting a meal, she could splurge.

She raised a brow at him, "....You look, older. I'd say. I'm twenty-three, like. Your turn."

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She could help moving her handover her music player, playing with the little twisty pad on it. She wanted to turn it on, but that would've been relatively rood, seeing as she was talking to someone. Didn't make it any easier not to though. She snerked at his comment, which boiled down into a fit of laughing. "Oh, that was a good one! I don't think older guys are creepy, unless you look like fifty. But you look, err, George Clooney older. Taylor Hicks type..." God that guy was hot. The gray hair was good enough to make a potato sack look sexy.

"Color? Uh. A bit undecided on that one..." She motioned to her entire outfit, "I sort of like them all. But I would say purple meshes just fine with my skin. Ever been to a strip club?"

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She chuckled, "Clooney is an actor that just about every female over the age of twelve has had a crush on. And Taylor Hicks, was the most amazing country singer." She looked like she would just go into fangirl mode, right about now. She combed her finger through the underside of her hair, pulling out whatever knots had formed. "I'm a bit of a nerd when it comes to media... Come with the territory I suppose."

She smiled and held out both of her hands, "Well, I tend to at least have my hands match. All Mauve, today." She chuckled at his response, "Well, I've been in plenty. Your turn."

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She chuckled, "It's not such a great label when you're trying to be like the tough guys." She shrugged, tilting her head back and forth again. She seemed to do that quite often. She held ehr tongue from laughing but let out a rather bright smile, " Well thanks. I try. My madness does a have a little method to it."

She put off answering his question by immediately attaching her mouth to the straw of her drink, downing it, regardless of the slight burn from the carbonation of the soda. She let out a releived sigh after she pulled away from the drink, leaning against the back of the chair. "I'm... Employed. I dance for little shows and whatnot, competitions. But my regular work, is in Strip Joints." She would let him do that math. "What about you? Employed?"

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She laughed, "Yeah, well, I'm an odd lass, if you hadn't noticed. I tend to skip out on 'work' a bit though, it's more fun to do that sort of thing in quieter places." She was inadvertently hitting on him, yes, but 'tis was nature for her. Wasn't like he was the most conserved guy on the planet anyways. Her ears perked up in the metaphorical way when she heard that he was actually in a gang. She refrained from twitsing ehr nose up at it. "That sounds.... interesting. It's your turn."

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Mel tried to take a deep inhale to hold down the serious fit of giggles, but she just... couldn't. She sort of exploded, if he had seen it in slow-mo, it would've looked liek a volcano erupting. When she finally caught her breath, she pulled her hair out of her face and looked at him. "I said, odd mate, not old. But thanks for the compliment!" She wiped her eyes, which had begun tearing from the sudden burst of laughter. That, was probably the funniest thing she'd heard in a while. Her, thinking she was old. She acted like she was ten, sometimes. 'Perfectly legal, of course' was like saying 'If I was thinking about sleeping with you it is still not creepy, right?' in her mind. Oh the joys of being Melanie Swiss. "I hadn't meant it, like that, but I suppose those places would probably work." She'd meant being a stuido, in actuality. But hey, who was she to turn up the idea of a private show?

She shrugged and began dipping her fries in her Cheese Steak, eating it. "Maybe. And, no, I don't. Could soon though." Jeez, she was just full of herself today, wasn't she? "I... well. I cook, when I have a place to do it. And... I sort of... paint. That's about all."

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She smiled and kicked his leg under the table, "Ah it's fine, that was a good laugh." Extremely loud and attention-catching from the people around them, but good. "I can't really hear it myself, since I grew up with it. But people've thought me to say loads worse."

She grinned when she saw the expression of 'Mmmmm' when he bit into the cheese steak, "Aye, I suppose I could. I like it." She waited to make sure his face didn't contort after he tasted his, and dug into hers. Eh, it was no Brooklyner, but it was good. She wiped her mouth after a few bites, and took another drink, "So, you're about here a lot then?"

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"It's... like. I think I just sound, normal. You've got an accent to me, mate. It's... eh. Different." She was going to offer him fries, but apaprently he didn't need an invitation. Which was fine with her. One scavenger to another, eh? She took another gulp of her drink. which was now gone, before shoveling the rest of her sandwich into her mouth and swallowing it. The girl could eat. "Oh really? That's cool." Friends. She could use friends.

She smiled, pulling her music player off the table and stuffing it into her pocket. "That's good to know then. Maybe I'll see you around after this?"

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She belched... sort of loudly. "Aw, jeez. Sorry. That was, gross?" She'd say funny, and a pretty good one, but girls didn't belch in front of guys like that.

She cleared her throat and stood up, smiling at him, "Yeah, giant technicolor things tend to call attention to themselves. I'll be around. It was nice meeting you, Jack." With a nod and slight bow-thing, she was off. Time for work.

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Hula Dancing? Not really all that easy. Teaching little girls to hula hoop? Quite entertaining. Melanie was standing on Main Street, with a group of girls half her size, teaching them to Hula Hoop. She'd gotten a maximum of eight going herself, and another girl, who had a lot more stomach to hold them on, got ten. So now she was doing air tricks, and hula-hooping. She was laughing and having a good old time, when one of the younger girls began pointing and squealing with delight. This confused Melanie, as when she looked up, she saw nothing. But the girl was seriously going off.

She continued her little interactive show, until the majority of the girls left, now spinning the hoop around for the heck of it.

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Melanie was curious as to what the entire thing about the screaming was, but again, a scan of her surroundings didn't show her very much. She stepped out of the hoop and grabbed it in her hand, scratching her head for a moment. What to do, what to do... She blew out a puff of air through her lips, leaning against the light post she stood beneath. She had quite a thing for standing under light posts. Maybe she'd head over to that diner place.... nab something to eat.

In contrast to what she wore the day before, Melanie looked a little less 'street walker' today. She wore cropped sweat pants, and an over-sized t-shirt she'd tied at the back, to fit her a little less boxily. Her hair was just as rainbow as ever, as were her socks, which were matching monkeys today.

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Mel jumped slightly, and out of pure, raw, street girl instinct, slid her knife from it's general location on her body. She expected to see some creeper when she turned around, but much to her surprise, it was that guy from yesterday. "Oh. God. It's just you J-" Uhh... Hm. "-eepers." Jeepers, Mel? Really? You just said Jeepers? What are you two? She smiled and waved, forgetting to slide her knife back where it should've been. She ran the same hand through her hair, "Me? I'm alright. How're you?"

She had to conciously remind herself, not to call him by his name. Why? Because it was the Mel thing to do. Even though she'd been rather concetrated on him for the last twenty-some odd hours.

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Melanie might have heard a loud thump behind her as thick boots hit the pavement. Jack struggled to recover, and probably had just barely been able to do so as the woman turned to face him. "A-ah...looking dashing today, as well!" he said hurriedly, trying to slide the clumsy goggles straight onto his face. They had lodged themselves on one of his ears when he jumped down and tried to lean his elbow on the light post.

"How are you, Melanie?" he said, at once looking nervous. Don't look up, please don't look up.
And what else was there but the hoverbike?

/msg Rulke Don't really know what to say to that, sorry.

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