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two to tango [cass] Oct 15, 2011 22:35:07 GMT -5

Post by Panda on Oct 15, 2011 22:35:07 GMT -5

It's telling you that I'm a mess
What sort of mess I mean
Is self-destructive gasoline
The kind that strips you of your best

Toe to toe, maybe a quick flinch or two when she messed up but Ross never messed up. She wasn't supposed to mess up. This was perfection in art. And when one danced since they could teach themselves, since they could remember, you were perfection. But like always, she tripped up and found herself tipped back to stare at the sky. A huff puffed out before she twisted back up and stopped trying to dance.

She always forgot to do that one move, the spin ending with toes pointed. It shouldn't have been hard. It shouldn't have been anything but easy for her. Hands trembled as she planted them on her hips. Glare from the sun made her narrow her eyes and create the image that she was being bitter. Why not? Why not be furious that the Hunger Games weren't going good for their tributes? They trained for this, they shouldn't be failing. She screamed in her head, you're stupid. District Two hasn't won in years and you should just forget about it. You aren't even in the Games, focus on the more important. Next year.

But she hushed her thoughts away and did a little dance as she planted her feet again, bending to the side at the waist with arms dangling. Rochelle hadn't danced a while, not since the Games had started. Because that's all everyone did. Eyes glued to a screen, excitement pouring in. And why not? This was what they all lived for. Even she did. But the passion and calling of dance was stronger today. She had given in and was determined.

Perhaps... perhaps she should find someone to dance with. Dancing wasn't actually that popular however. She giggled suddenly, at the idea that flooded her mind. Take someone and pull them into dance. Surprise them; life was quiet and depressing at the current time! Rosh did just this, eyes taking in the Careers of the district, those who were busy and those who were... as always the same.

Rochelle practically danced over to her chosen person, toes gliding across ground delicately. Fine-trimmed nails reached out and wrapped around the girl's wrist, pulling her forward. "Hello," Rosh hummed out. "Do you know how to dance?"

Green eyes watched the other carefully, hand still tugging gently on wrist. It would be rude to pull someone up and out of what they were doing, now as she thought of it. But that wasn't the issue. Careers weren't always the kindest people and none of them responded well to situations like so. But eyes kept studying. Rosh was fairly taller than her and different in appearance, but... well; she looked like she could dance. It was just a feeling that was growing.

Last Edit: Oct 16, 2011 21:17:59 GMT -5 by Panda

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two to tango [cass] Oct 17, 2011 19:06:15 GMT -5

Post by cass on Oct 17, 2011 19:06:15 GMT -5

~Saphira Stone~

Saphira loved to dance; she loved the music and the sound of her heart beating as she moved through each step perfectly. She hated it when she watched other people make mistakes. She could never understand how they made mistakes, when dancing came so easy to her. Saphira didn’t care if the dance was for two or one, it was all so easy. The steps flowed out of her to the beat of the music. Each step was always precise. Saphira never made a mistake. Making mistakes was for amateurs not for the strong and graceful. People who made mistakes weren’t worthy of her attention to the brilliant art of dance.

Saphira looked around her it was daylight, the sun streamed through her bedroom curtain. The heat of each ray landed on Saphira. She shivered with pleasure at the warmth. It was very welcome. The mornings had been cold lately moving into a warmer day and then coldness. Saphira got up. She moved around her small room preparing herself for the day’s events. Preparing herself for the blood that would be shed. She had to watch, but being a vegetarian she couldn’t. So she wouldn’t. Today she would take a break. She had watched too much bloodshed already; she needed a break something to get her mind off of the horrors that plagued her. She would dance.

Saphira skips breakfast opting for a walk followed by some peaceful dancing to the sounds of birds, and well nature. She walks down the streets knowing they will be empty. Knowing that everyone will be watching the games. Everyone in District 2 wanted to be in the games; they all wanted to win the glory. Saphira didn’t. She did not want to risk her life for glory. She did not want to go to the games and have to kill. She didn’t want to be part of it. She wanted to forget about it and pretend they didn’t exist, but they did. Saphira had no choice, they existed and she had to accept it. She didn’t want to, and well Saphira wanted a lot of things. You never got what you wanted.

Saphira jumped in shock as a girl grabs her arm "Hello," the girl hums pleasantly. "Do you know how to dance?" Saphira snorts in disbelief. Did she know how to dance? Was this girl serious? Saphira lived and breathed to dance, dancing meant everything to her. Saphira was probably the best dancer in the district, maybe even the whole of Panem. Saphira glares at the girl, wrenching her arm out of her grasp. Saphira wasn’t a mean girl, she was in fact one of the friendliest girls you’d meet, but today she wasn’t in the mood she wanted to be by herself. Dance by herself.

“Yes,” Saphira says icily, and then she stops. Why was she being so cruel? She was being like the rest of them all those other careers. She was being mean. Saphira attempts a smile, to hide her discomfit, she should say something, but she didn’t know what.

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two to tango [cass] Oct 18, 2011 20:14:07 GMT -5

Post by Panda on Oct 18, 2011 20:14:07 GMT -5

It's telling you that I'm a mess
What sort of mess I mean
Is self-destructive gasoline
The kind that strips you of your best

There is a shock that is distinct on her face for only a moment before she frowns. Perhaps she was wrong. Rochelle knows it true that the other Career Tributes are usually bitter and rarely interact with each other, but still... If one wasn't watching the Games, there had to be a reason! For herself, she couldn't do it today. Like any of them, she wanted to be there but she couldn't and that was that. Today just felt wrong to watch them and she pulled her lips finally into a tight line of frustration and disappointment.

Control your anger, she reprimanded herself. You won't make any friends this way, if you explode at them. Thoughts going bullet-fast, she figured there had to be a reason the girl seemed so icy. Ah! It was the Hunger Games. Either she was bitter because she hadn't been Reaped or... or perchance it was the slight reason that this girl had no interest in it. Though rare, Rosh had seen it. She did not really understand that too much. It was a passion she herself held, to be in and win them. Most careers, it was their dream. A passion one strives for. Looking over her now, she decided not to ponder on it. Who knew and who cared? The Hunger Games weren't supposed to be in her mind today anyway, even if the watching was mandatory. Training already was possibly approved as a distraction and... nothing had been happening anyway just yet. Tributes could be boring if they did away with hiding! Rosh pushed it away.

In her absence of thought, the wrist had been wrenched away from her. Oh, she cocked her head, had I been ruder than I attended? The slight anger at the base of her mind roared but she cooled it. Hand hung by her side, fingers twitching to follow fluid movements that she was still perfecting to an impossible reach of the body itself. The smile on the other girl's face is strange. It doesn't belong and for some reason, Rochelle can tell this the minute the other girl puts it on her face. She finds it strange, but smiles lightly back. Frightened still, she glanced around and then crossed her arms. "You can! That's, that's good," she shifts her eyes away and then back to the other girl. "I'm Rochelle, er, Rosh actually."

Her eyes poke for a name from the girl and whether she responds or not, Rochelle would continue after anyway. "You're probably much better than me!" Why she thought this she wasn't sure but the comment hopefully helped. You didn't admit to being weaker to another Career. It was just... a code or something in their imaginary book that didn't even exist. She needed to stop making things up and following her strange ideas. "I don't know if you'd like to dance or not... I was just looking for a little help."

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two to tango [cass] Oct 19, 2011 6:42:37 GMT -5

Post by cass on Oct 19, 2011 6:42:37 GMT -5

Saphira smiles genuinely at the admission of the other girl. It was very rare for a career to speak of weakness and well Saphira didn’t care to her those words made this girl sound like human, they made Saphira want to like her. Saphira was happy, had she finally meet someone like her? Someone who felt the same way? Or was she sending herself further and further away? She didn’t know, but she wanted to find someone like her, someone who believed the games were evil, pathetic and sickening.

Saphira looked at the girl green eyes glittering uncertainly and... frightened. Saphira shivers; she had never scared anyone in her life. Guilt gnaws at her stomach, she felt bad. This girl hadn’t done anything, but ask a question and she had reacted so meanly. Sighing she averts her gaze. This girl had already proved she was different by not watching the games. She must be a good person, like Saphira.

Saphira sighs inwardly, she had to say something, she had to make up for her error. Saphira looks around herself pinning for something, anything to say. Saphira had never been good at talking, she failed miserably, it was the only thing she failed at. She admitted it all the time in the hopes someone would help her. Saphira just couldn’t talk, the words just didn’t come out unlike dancing they didn’t flow with ease. Saphira looked at the girl in surprise inspiration hitting her. The girl, Rosh had said she wasn’t that good at dancing. Saphira was. She was better at talking then Saphira. Saphira had an idea and it involved a girl she barely knew.

What could go wrong?

Saphira looked at Rosh and put on a charming, friendly and genuine smile. She was excited, her plan might work. Saphira opened her mouth, but as usual no words escape, she frowned slightly irritated at her lapse of words. She wanted to speak properly easily, she wanted to express her emotions, thoughts and anything that came to mind without stuttering or being at a loss for words. It upset her.

She tried again.

“Can you help me? I’ll... I’ll help you.” She looked at the girl, a small frown creased her face, she needed to say more, get this girl to understand. “Help me to speak properly clearly, not stut-stutter... I’ll help you dance.” Saphira looks at the girl, she wanted to dance and Saphira wanted to talk, Saphira wanted to express her love for dance to this girl, tell her how each step fills you with confidence, how you feel as if you are part of the music... she wanted everyone to know, but she couldn’t do it.

Saphira looked at Rosh pleadingly, Saphira wanted a lot of things, but most of all she wanted to speak.

OOC: Sorry it’s short D:[/blockquote][/justify][/size] [/color][/size][/size]

Last Edit: Oct 19, 2011 6:44:42 GMT -5 by cass