under the weather [chaos!]

under the weather [chaos!] Sept 13, 2010 20:46:02 GMT -5

Post by phunke on Sept 13, 2010 20:46:02 GMT -5

katie morven

Without a doubt, it was a poor day to be beneath the sky.
Katie tilted her head back slightly, eyes upturned. Unseen colors and emotions in the clouds above reflected on her face, playing in the girl's glassy expression. The vague, shifting cloud-images had caused the girl's eyes to forsake their usual shade of brown, covering the darkness completely with a mask of shiny grey. Her parted lips lent a hollow quality to her cheeks and a pensive look to her face in general; however, whether it was confusion, tranquility, or frustration was not apparent. Not on the surface.

Katie was eased out of her thoughts by a slight scuff of her father's shoes on the slick ground. His presence reminded her of why they were outside, and where they were going. A dance recital? She really hadn't believed him at first, but apparently the man was completely set on spending quality time with his daughter. Slowly letting out a sigh tinged with exasperation, Katie lengthened her steps. Out of her peripheral vision, she noted her father looking at her in a curious sort of way. It had never occurred to Katie that she was strange, or that her father didn't understand her. She simply thought him curious, not absorbing his worry, anxiety, and most of all regret.

They spoke not a word during the short walk to the dance studio. The girl flinched as a weak wave of memories reminded her of her childhood efforts to separate herself completely from this studio. She was in no way an artistic girl, and the idea of dancing scared her as much now as it had at the age of seven.

When the two reached their seats and sat down soundlessly, the recital had already begun; their walk had apparently taken longer than planned, and they were slightly late. It did not bother the teenager too much.
To distract herself from the uncomfortable emotional tension that separated her from her father, she eagerly scanned the stage. One dancer in particular caught her gaze; perhaps it was the fact that he was a boy in a group of girls; perhaps it was his striking blond hair and beautiful, poised movements.
Katie watched with interest.

ooc; Sorry for that terrible post-ending. Whatever.

Testing.

Hey look it's a text color! Lalala. Katie walked around, zoned out. She made some generic observations of her environment. Then she complained about her confused emotions. "Gawd, I'm so angsty," she mused. Then she just chilled because she was only doing stuff to show off this text color.

Don't like these much:

Oh look it's another text color, this one based on blue themes. I like the pink one a bit more, though; it's "more distinctive," as Katie would say. And she just did, because I needed something to say to show the speech color. I still like the pinks though. Not many people RP with pinks. Most do blue, IMO.

or

Text color
"Speech color."

under the weather [chaos!] Sept 17, 2010 10:56:05 GMT -5

Post by sadniss everdeen on Sept 17, 2010 10:56:05 GMT -5

Julian Rockshaw

The dance recital had not yet started; various dancers were warming up on stage. Several people were early, they watched on in mild interest as we twisted and stretched, practicing acrobatics and graceful turns. I pushed a lock of golden hair behind my ear as I slid easily into the splits, the strange torn shorts I was required to wear whispering like silk against my slim thighs. This year I was only in one routine; but everything was riding on it. People from the Capitol have come to watch, and I'm not allowed to screw up now. I reach behind me and pull so that I flow backwards into a handstand, holding it with balance I only seem to acquire on-stage. Various younger girls are fidgeting, undoubtedly their first recital.

Flipping back into a standing position I offer to go through their routine with them; their faces light up at the offer. I'm the most praised dancer in District Three, though that doesn't really bother me. I'm simply content with getting better. Assuming position, I guide them through the simple movements, tapping an arm or a leg occasionally when it requires shifting. For the most part I simply jump with them, smiling slightly as the familiar concentrated haze descends over my vision.

The door opens to let in two others but I'm occupied and don't even spare them a glance. Once finished I blow strands of blond hair out of my eyes and wave off the timid thank-yous, flashing them a beaming grin full of bright teeth. A hand taps my shoulder, and I spin around to meet the anxious eyes of my dance partner.

Jared is the complete opposite of me. Spiky ink black locks frame a strong face, falling around bronzed skin and chocolate eyes. Broad shoulders and defined musculature on a frame of just under six feet; he is brash and confident and everything I wish I was. Always gunning for action, Jared rushes into a routine head-first with no shred of reservations. I like that. "Ready to bring the roof down, chica?" However, I don't like when he calls me that. I cross my arms over my naked chest subconsciously and scowl, receiving a handsome grin and a hand that ruffles my sun-kissed locks.

"Don't worry Jules, you look fine." With a hesitant nod I uncross my arms, knowing that they aren't close enough to the stage to notice anything strange. Madame Pomnan waves us over from the shadows, and we quietly pad over to her.

"You should practice, you know. Get ready for it." She's nervous - alot of things are riding on our success. Knowing that I can't deny her request either way I nod and tug Jared onto the stage, shooing off the younger children who settle down to watch us dance. "Where are my props?" I call, and quickly two technicians appear and slap fake shackles onto my wrists, linked together by a chain. I'll have to be careful not to strangle my partner with them.

While the Capitol representatives aren't here as of yet and screw-ups are allowed, it's certainly bad for morale."Music!" Moments later the stage dims, and we take up position; the first few haunting notes from a piano floating through the now quiet space.

something always brings me back to you
it never takes too long
no matter what I say or do
I still feel you here until the moment I'm gone

Cautiously I glide up to Jared, ducking under his arm so that my shoulders are supported by his outstretched appendage. The other hand moves in a wave, making my body curve along with it. A decidedly evil smirk alights his features as I rock backwards, frame falling limp; his palm comes up to my face and pulls forward - I follow it like attached to a leash. When I fall forward he catches me, throwing my frame effortlessly across the stage.

set me free, leave me be
i don't want to fall another moment into your gravity

In mid air I bend one leg under me and the other points in full extension so that I land and roll back onto my feet, but he's there again gripping my shoulders tight. Jared aids me in flowing across the stage, lifting me slightly so that my leaps are higher than what I'd be able to do on my own. Centerstage my leg comes up in front of me and he grasps it, twisting so that I have to turn on the spot. His lips run down my stomach and up my thigh, eyes rolling back in his head.

here I am, at a stand
so tall; just the way I'm supposed to be
but you're onto me and all over me

Movements rougher now he shoves my leg back down and puts another arm across my shoulders; I try to pull away and a hand covers my face. Pulling it off one grasps my hips, when that one is removed another takes its place somewhere else along my body. The process is repeated until I make a desperate lunge forward and he grabs me, yanking me backwards into him. I grip the back of his neck, chain going behind him as I pull forwards. He tumbles over me, but at the last second catches my legs and heaves me into the air.

i live here on my knees
as i try to make you see that you're
everything i think i need here on the ground

I land on the ground, rolling as he throws himself upwards for the sake of matching my movements. We both rise and fall again at the same time, him behind and me in front. I get up before him and he kicks me back down, falling to drape over his large form.

you're neither friend nor foe
and i can't seem to let you go
but one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me
down

Planting a firm hand spider-webbed across my abdoment he pulls and suddenly I'm airborne, high above his head. For a moment I feel like I'm flying. The point of this is to represent a bad relationship; Jared is bad for me but I can't seem to get away from him because I still love him somehow. I etch joy that's somewhat real onto my face for the moment that I'm free, above him and all the troubles. My eyes scan the crowd for a moment and they fall onto two people that have just come into the hall. I meet a pair of inquisitive brown eyes, and freeze. They're staring right at me, it's like I can't move. We hold that moment for whate seems like forever, but in my startled state I miss my cue.

With a short cry I over-balance and feel myself slipping away from his hand. It all happens so fast but the next thing I know the ground has rushed up to meet me, striking me across the shoulders with a solid thunk.