The clubs music beat through the floor boards, since earths change the music had much improved, the songs didn't last as long but their was twice as much beat. Swishing her hips to and froe she smiled, her blue hair falling past her face as she moved. Tonight she sported a silver dress that sparkled in the dull light, and a clear plastic coat that had a cap sleeve and went to her knees, zipping up from the bottom up. Shoes that had wires running through them.
As they danced a sound broke her rhythm, something was broken, a pulse that looked like electric wires on her skin flashed for one moment. Walking over a few feet she saw a broken cell phone on the ground. Cici winced. When she was created it was a cell phone that was used for inspiration. Primarily because of the fact that she loved to talk.
Picking up the remains she stumbled past the dancers to the back door, once out she felt hte cool night air caress her skin, and the smell of cigarette smoke burn her nostrils, looking up she saw a stanges shillouette lit by the orange lit of a cigarette butt.
