|
|
Post by LENA DRESCELL on Jul 28, 2011 19:32:02 GMT -5
 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[/color][/center] - - - HER HEAD WAS
[/b] ducked down, tucking her chin to her chest while walking through the hall. her eyes were diverted to the ground, taking in the color, shape and count of the tiles that she stepped on. she tilted her head to the side, stepping over a mystery puddle and adjusted the bag on her shoulder as it started to slip. clearing her throat, she reached up and delicately tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, closing her eyes for a moment as she felt a pair of eyes on her. her eyes found the person, brows furrowing in distress as they snicker at her. she knew the girl, she was from her hometown and just happened to appear at the university around the same time that lena did, and tormented her in the dance classes. she sighed softly, shaking her head to push away the cruel words that were spoken behind her back. the girl was something like a rival but lena did not care for the competition, she danced for the passion and love for the art but even knew that it was not enough sometimes. you had to have that drive to want to knock people off out your way but lena did not seem to have that drive and it really showed when she danced. sighing, she brushed a hand through her hair, pushing past people with same averted gaze, now directed back to the floor as she admired the shoes that passed by her.
the hall was not very spacious, making it harder to move around people. she grunted every time that she felt a smack to her shoulder, having to readjust the bag that was now digging into her shoulder. pushing the door open, she slipped through the door with the small crack, slipping through and pressing her back to the door with a deep breath. too many people caused her to panic, go into shock and shake. she sighed softly, her eyes closing and squeezing shut to calm herself for a moment. her body relaxed, the shaking calmed down, the tremors on her skin fell away and she opened her eyes. taking a look around the empty theater, lena relaxed even more. she did not feel anyone’s eyes on her, no one else was around and it was the way that she liked it. it was not that lena was not a social girl, she was when she needed to be. most of the time, the old pages of the books were the perfect companion to her. they did not judge her stutter or her lack of words. she dropped her gym bag on the top step, looking out to the empty red velvet seats. taking a deep breath, she heard it echo through the vacant theater.
lena quickly stretched her arms, pulling each one across her chest for about twenty seconds each. she bent down, touching her toes for an equal amount of time before rising up and wincing at the pain running through her back at the unused muscle. walking over to her gym bag, she plucked the recorder of the bag and set it on the side of the stage. nestled on the ground, she stretched the sore muscles a little more. lena did not need to injure herself when no one else was around. she retrieved her pink ballet shoes from her bag as well, pulling them on and lacing them up her ankles, securing them as she stood. lena tested the shoes, pushing herself up onto her toes and taking a few small steps, lifting her arms over her head and then stretching them out. she fell back onto her heels with a hiss under her breath. ballet was hard on her toes, curling them as she moved to stretch them as well. her finger slipped over the play button and she scurried to the center of the stage.
lena moved through her routine with grace. it was amazing how graceful she could be on her toes with ballet shoes. she was usually tripping over her words and her feet, stumbling into people and dropping things from her hands but when she was in her dance shoes, it was a grace that was hard to match. she felt her concentration too focused on the music and not enough on the fluid moves, finding her transitions to be too choppy and so lena repeated the dance again and again. grumbling under her breath as she stumbled on a simple chaîné turn. sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, nearly jumping at the sound of the music starting once more as her focus on the move drop and she proceeded to redo the same move, wanting to perfect it. halfway through the turn, the light from the back door illuminated the otherwise dark theater which caused her to lose her focus and tumble to the ground. wincing, she looked up to see the dark figure, not meeting their eyes as she glanced to the ground, ”s-sorry…” she muttered barely above a whisper, staying seated on the ground.[/blockquote][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, open
LENGTH, 847
ATTIRE, old uniform, gryffindor cloak
NOTES, random...idek.
CREDITS, graphics to me, lyrics to jamie's elsewhere
[/blockquote][/font][/justify] |
|
|
|
Post by ADAM WINTERS on Jul 29, 2011 23:48:53 GMT -5
Adam had more homework than anyone should ever consider a fair amount. Of course, he didn't mind school work too much. There were times he even enjoyed it. He was certainly not a genius of any sort, but he enjoyed working hard at something and seeing it completed. His grades were good, if not excellent, but he did strive to achieve such high marks. It was just another calm day in Adam Winter's life, and he felt like finishing some work. One of the best things about being in college at Sorbonne was the beautiful architecture and all of the magnificent structures. The library was breathtaking and he loved going there to do his studying; it had a cozy and yet elegant sort of feel. Best of all, it was soothingly silent in the library. His dorm room was rather loud and he found it hard to concentrate on anything. So, Adam started packing up his belongings and putting them into his computer bag. He had a research paper coming up and figured he might as well get a head start.
After he collected all of the necessities for studying, Adam left his dorm and headed towards the library. As he walked through the corridors, Adam felt suddenly appreciative. Before he was in Sorbonne, he was at Stanford College in the United States. The college was beautiful too, but nothing compared to the European architect. And to think, Adam almost decided not to transfer to Sorbonne his sophomore year. But after his grandmother passed away, he knew that he needed some time away from the family and mourning. What better way to do that then to put an ocean in between them? Growing up, Adam had a nice childhood. He was the oldest of two children and raised in a quite well off family. His parents owned a tasteful restaurant in Chicago and had plenty of money coming in, but on top of that, his mother came from a rather wealthy family. His grandmother was a broadway star back in her younger years and had quite a nice fortune stored away from all of her years in the limelight. Grandma Graham. Out of his entire family, she was the only one who really supported his dream of becoming a social worker. His parents insisted that he would make a fine surgeon of some sort, but he couldn't handle all of the blood… He wanted to help people, but perhaps in a less messy way? Grandma Graham always encouraged him to do what he loved. Since both of his parents were so busy tending to their restaurant, he spent a great deal of his childhood at his grandparents' house. Grandma Graham was like a second mother to him, which is why it hurt so much after she died. At least it was peacefully in her sleep.
Rumors of the murders constantly swept through the halls of Sorbonne, and Adam couldn't even imagine something so horrible. Before the dark thoughts could ruin his day, he distracted himself by watching his surroundings. He saw the library, but in the distance, he saw the theatre doors. When he was a boy, his grandmother used to drag him and his little brother to Chicago plays and musicals. At ten years old, Adam couldn't have been less bored. It wasn't until quite a few years later did he really appreciate the art of the theatre. He himself did not inherit his grandmother's acting, dancing, or singing abilities. When it came to anything related to art, he had absolutely no talent. Of course, that didn't stop him from appreciating the beauty in it. He grew to love the stages and costumes; the dazzling lights and intriguing choreography. More than anything now, it reminded him of his deceased loved one. Having never been into the theatre before, Adam thought now would be a fine time to stop in. He pushed open the doors and stepped inside. To his surprise, there was someone on the stage. A girl. She was dancing, but he must have startled her for she fell to the ground. Adam's face flushed red, and he was thankful for the darkness. He hadn't meant to interrupt anything.
Since all but the stage was dark, Adam was sure the girl did not see him. He could have exited as quickly as he came, but that would have been rude. Instead, he treaded forward until he was at the front of the stage. The girl murmured something so soft, he almost did not hear the simple one worded apology. A look of confusion crossed his face. Why was she apologizing to him? Wasn't he the one who barged into her theatre? "I'm the one who should be apologizing," He smiled lightly. "It's just that I've never seen the theatre before, and figured I might as well stop by on my way to the library." When he first walked in and saw he caused the girl to mess up her routine, he figured she would chew off his head. Most performers had that dramatic appeal, or so he thought. This girl, on the other hand, seemed sheepish and shy. Surprising. "Sorry for interrupting you." He apologized gently, offering her a friendly smile.
___________________________________________________________________________
Word Count 879
Inspiration Little House - Amanda Seyfried
Tags lena
Notes xD
Template By Arro @ Caution 2.0
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/i][/sub] |
|
|
|
Post by LENA DRESCELL on Jul 31, 2011 21:44:39 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[/color][/center] - - - THE FIGURE WAS
[/b] not known to the young girl, he hidden in the shadows of the stage lights shining on her that resulted in the shadows, and suddenly lena was feeling more self conscious than ever. biting her lip, she stayed on the stage floor with her head ducked down and tucked into her chin once more. she pondered the idea of him seeing her dance, the thought causing tremors to run up her spine. no one had really seen the girl dance except for the classes that she was forced to attend and the teachers that she had tried out for. people commented that she was “graceful”, “beautiful” and “nearly elegant” but lena never felt that way about her dancing. she had always felt, different and clumsy. falling to the floor at the break of a focus just helped reinforce the clumsiness that she possessed when not on the dance floor. she heard his words and winced, pulling her knees a little closer to her in a comforting position, shrugging in response as the answer was unknown, even to her. she picked her head up, gaze going to the door and blinking at the vacant shadows, tilting her head, she heard him speak again and found his voice to be closer. tilting her head down a little, her ice blue opticals met his for just a moment before looking away once more. ”..i j-just…um…s-sorry..a-again.” she answered with the only thing that she could think of. apologizing just came naturally to lena, a defense mechanism is what some would say. lena called it instinct. apologizing seemed to be the easiest way to get people to forgive when a mistake was made, even when she did not actually make a mistake.
she nodded to his statement, taking the chance to keep her eyes averted from his and to take in the empty theater. a soft smile started to grace her lips as she thought of the theater being filled, a momentary panic attack started in her system. lena had to remind herself that the theater was empty, except for the boy that was standing in front of the stage. she looked up to the light that was shining down on her, slowly scooting a little backwards and looking down to the floor with a nod, ”i-it’s b-b-beautiful, i-isn’t it?” she asked while still listening to her own classical music playing in the background. lena was relieved that there was not a silence between them as her boombox was letting music fill between them. she heard his apology and her eyes widened like a doe caught in the headlights. he was already different from most of the male population, it was almost refreshing. lena felt herself relaxing just a little more, ”i-it was m-my f-fault. i s-stole..t-the s-stage..” she spoke with her voice just a little higher than a whisper, ”i j-just w-wasn’t e-expecting a-anyone to c-c-come in..” the ever present stutter making her speech hard to understand as she rose to her feet. ”a-and no n-need toa a-apologize..r-really..”, she spoke softly, a little louder as she stepped out of the spotlight and moved to the stereo, turning the music off and looking at him from over his shoulder for a split moment.
lena was not a fan of silence, but she enjoyed them at the same time. her voice did not have to be used if there was silence build around them and she did not have to listen to the ridicule or questioning of her stutter. lena had chosen not to talk for a few weeks after her brother’s death, the guilt almost stealing her voice and nothing used to come out except for momentary sobs. when she did finally speak, many weeks later, the stutter was there and had never left. lena had learned the patterns of it, when it got worse and when she spoke more clearly. friends and family was the latter, being scared or nervous caused either frequent letters to be repeated in her speech or for nothing but a whimper to come from her lips. she was confused how this stranger was able to get anything out of her but lena was not about to question it. sighing, she lowered herself to the stage floor once more at the feeling of her hamstrings tightening a little more, ”um..”, she spoke trying to break the silence that was between them. she was unsure of the reason but the vast space was probably used to hearing some kind of noise from music to talking and lena did not want to deprive the theater of what it was made for. ”so y-you..um m-mentioned the library..w-what are you..s-studying?” she asked with a small squeak in her voice at the end. sighing, she pulled her hair from the ponytail and let the natural waves fall across her shoulders, brushing a hand through her it to smooth out any potential flaws. she had a lingering thought in her mind, one that was causing her heart to thump against her ribcage, ”…did y-you..s-see me d-dancing?..”, an infliction at the end of her voice made it a question but the shakiness in her voice gave way to the panic infecting her mind.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, open
LENGTH, 864
ATTIRE, clicky
NOTES, not my best xD her stutter gets annoying be forewarned xD
CREDITS, graphics to me, lyrics to jamie's elsewhere
[/blockquote][/font][/justify] |
|
