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Post by lena scarlett rousseau on Feb 15, 2013 0:37:27 GMT -5
NOTHING LAST FOREVER no matter how it feels today
a hand reached out to press her palm to the sensor, effectively clocking her out of her evening shift and allowing her the freedom of no more restrained work hours to keep her from the conditioning. her bag, now slung over her shoulder was positioned to rest the non-tender spot of her shoulder as she her stride took her out of the backroom and into the body of the coffee shop. starbucks was far from her tastes and instead, when choosing her place of employment, lena took up the one that was down the street from the coffee conglomerate and opted for the small city business that was just trying to make a living. her coworker beckoned her over to the drink pick up area and her eyes fell to the floor as she did so. a cookie was put infront of her and she raised her head to meet the eyes of her manager who told her that it appeared she needed to eat something. smiling, lena was about to decline the cookie but realized that the woman had strolled away. staring at it for a moment, an outstretched hand grasped the small treat and brought it to her mouth to take a bite. smiling to the moisture that filled her mouth, she brought out a napkin from the tray and a pen from her bag and jotted down a quick thank you note before turning her back to the counter and weaving around the tables and chairs. lena had a voice to use, and she did it often when the situation called for it, or society demanded it, but she was unable to bring her voice to a volume that would get the attention of her boss and instead, she had decided that the note was a little old fashioned but effective while making her way out the door, taking another bite of the sweet cookie that had been handed to her.
the distance between one destination to another was not too expansive, but lena did have to walk through the club district to get there. preparing herself, she had her hoodie slowly zip up to cover the tanktop underneath—something that lena did not usually wear. her bag was brought closer to her body and her head was ducked down while avoiding the eyes and the comments that were thrown her way while walking the long narrow street where each structure was letting out a different sound. lena felt her head bobbing to some of the music as her ears caught an interest to the beat but the idea of actually going into one of those places was unappealing and could very well be dangerous. she did not have too many friends that would pull her into a club and if she did, they knew how uncomfortable they would be and usually left her out of the night plans—which was an okay thought to her but still had her wishing that her shell would be forced off her back just once. sighing, she dug her hands into her sweater pocket and continued to make her way out of the clubbing district and into the more run down areas. her apartment was not too far from this location either but she took a turn down a street that was in the opposite direction of where she was currently living at, more interested in getting somewhere else at the moment. dropping her bag to her side, lena stared up at the large ladder that she looked at every single night with the same anxiety filled pressure on her chest. lifting her bag up over her head, lena pushed it to rest on the top of the fire escape before making a running jump and catching the end of the ladder, her body weight being just enough to bring it down to ground level. it was not an illegal thing that she was doing as lena had permission to use the space from the owner but the front door was always jammed and she was offered the backdoor entrance which seemed like a good idea at the time, until she saw exactly how to get to the back door.
two more ladders, which were already pulled down for her, and lena was using her own key to enter the studio. dropping her bag on the steel surface, she gave her body a push into the door before stepping into the brightly illuminated room, looking at the mirrors surrounding her. taking the time to stretch, she applied the ballet shoes, twisting them up her ankle and then tying them tight to make sure that she had maximum grip on her toes. lifting herself up, she winced to the pain in her ankle but chose to ignore it and started her routine when the music began to play. in the middle of a twirl, lena’s eye fell on the mirror in front of her and she was forced to stop mid-spin and lost her balance, falling backward and wincing as she hit the ground. blinking for a moment, she tried to recall if the figure in the mirror was just her imagination or real but as she sat up, her eyes fell upon the ground where there was a second pair of shoes staring at her, blinking as she followed the trail up to meet the eyes of a male that she knew to an extent, ”um..” [/i], she said, her body still planted on the ground where she had fallen, ”w-..i m-mean, w-w-what are you…d-doing here?...”[/i] she asked meekly, while using the ballet bar to situate herself back onto her feet.[/div][/center] (TOXIC//ELIJAH, 940, KNEE LEGGINGS & TANKTOP, THEY ARE ALREADY CUTE.)
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Post by elijah on Feb 17, 2013 13:37:12 GMT -5
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like any other day with elijah, as the sun began to sink in the sky, and any classes he had to attend were over, he found himself migrating toward the party side of town, a few other guys trailing just behind him at either of his sides. a charming grin displayed itself on his features, naturally there was a slight bounce to his step and he appeared to be just like any other fun loving guy in the crowd gathered outside one of the many clubs of miami, but there was a lot more to him then what met the eye. he wasn't in a good place in his life, far from it, actually. he was sinking lower then ever, he'd pushed away his family and refused to drop down his wall to get close to friends. he was a troubled guy, that was for sure. and his methods of coping weren't proving to be the best. snuggling further into the hoodie he wore, he slipped his hands into his pockets his eyes flickering about as he checked the time. a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and he cleared his throat to speak over the music coming from the surrounding buildings. "hey guys, I've got something to do so I'll catch ya later." his friends gave him a wave of dismissal and he slipped from the crowd, making his way down the sidewalk past all the partying teens and clubs, heading toward a slightly quieter part of town. he pulled his hood up over his head, it was obvious that it appeared the boy was up to no good, but when wasn't he causing problems or getting into something he shouldn't? his eyes flickered around him cautiously before he found himself ducking into an alley, his eyes falling on a dark figure at the end of the dimly lit area. whispers could be heard, but words couldn't be made out from any bystanders as he spoke with the shady looking guy. glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching them, he slipped his wallet from his back pocket he dug out a decent amount of cash and handed it over to the stranger, if paying close enough attention, it was obvious what they were doing as he tucked a small plastic bag into his jacket pocket then ducked out of the alley. his eyes flickered around curiously and he drew in a deep breath of the fresh air, walking down the sidewalk again as if nothing had happened, allowing his hood to fall from his head. he'd yet to fall into addiction, but it was true he had been experimenting with drugs lately, though with the type of guys he hung around, it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who knew him, it was only a matter of time before he got sucked into something worse then anything he had already done. curiosity suddenly fell over him as he caught glimpse of that all to familiar figure, even in the dark he could make out the girl he'd silently been crushing on. he found her intriguing, she was beautiful, and although the party boy type that enjoys anything that came easy to him, he loved a challenge now and again. and that is exactly what this girl was proving to be, he'd been flirting with her on and off at her work, but nothing seemed to work so far. she was shy, and from what he could see; sweet. she was definitely different then most of the girls he hung around, and he liked that. it was a change and it felt nice, although he'd never admit to that silent crush that lingered, if confronted he'd let loose a smooth lie, saying that she was no different to him then any of the other girls he acquainted himself with. his eyes followed her, and being curious by nature he followed behind her, not in a creepy way, keeping it casual, his steps soft and quiet against the hard ground. he tucked his hands into his pockets as he stifled a yawn, his lack of sleep was slowly catching up to him, but he shrugged it off as no big deal just like anything else that happened in his life. his brows furrowed together as he watched her climb the fire escapes, his head tilting slightly in a curious manner. instantly he found himself wondering what she was up to, should he follow? or would that have been crossing a line? he definitely didn't want to come off as some sort of stalker, but his curiosity got the best of him like it usually did in most situations. after she had disappeared into the studio, he carefully began wiggling his way up the ladders and steps until he reached the door she'd entered. resting his hand on the cold, metal doorknob he hesitated a moment before twisting it, wincing slightly and biting his lip when it made a soft clicking noise. but somehow he managed to get the door open without her noticing. the sight his eyes fell on caused several thoughts to rumble through his head, he silently leaned against the door frame and watched her, his eyes following her every movement. she was a dancer? he would think he would know this by now or would have guessed... but then again, the two of them weren't exactly 'friends', nor did either of them know each other very well. hell, he just drank coffee at the place she worked and dropped the occasional flirt, so you couldn't exactly say they knew each other very well at all, unless it was merely by their first names. when she seemed to catch glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and fell, his breath caught in his throat and his shoulders tensed as he straightened up a bit. closing the door all the way, he stepped out of the door frame as he blinked and walked over, aiming to help her up but by the time he reached her side she'd already gotten herself to her feet. her words played through his head and he offered a small smile, finding her stuttering rather adorable. why? he didn't know. biting the corner of his lip he gave a handsome, charming smile and rubbed the back of his neck slightly, a slightly sheepish look on his face. "I saw you come up here, curiosity must've gotten the best of me." his voice was soft and he shrugged his shoulders, his eyes absently trailing over her body. "do you do this for a living?" he questioned, referring to her dancing. "you're really good... not that I know a single thing about the... sport?" his tone still soft and sweet, though obviously unsure whether to refer to it as a sport, or a hobby. - - - WORD COUNT: 1,144 NOTES: sorry if it is a bit rambly and all over the place! OUTFIT: dark colored hoodie, jeans and a simple white tee. |
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Post by lena scarlett rousseau on Feb 17, 2013 21:15:56 GMT -5
NOTHING LAST FOREVER no matter how it feels today
no matter the times that lena had routine this choreography, no matter how many times that she lifted her leg up to her knee and spun, it felt different each time. it was not a robotic movement, it was fluid but rehearsed to anyone that was just watching it more than once, which no one had even seen it that much, but for lena—it was always changing. gritting her teeth as she finished her spin on a bad twirl, she felt her ankle flare up and was forced to grab the ballet bar that went around the walls of the room, gripping it with a tight force as though she was depending on something other than the natural instincts of her own feet, giving an indication that something was wrong. she gave a light wince, hearing it bounce back to her against the four fortifications that surrounded her, cement blocks staring back at her when it was not her own reflection due to the mirrors. resting, taking deep breaths, she slowly began to loosen her grip on the bar and depended on her own balance to keep her standing as she moved away from it, applying pressure back to her ankle but feeling it turn back into the usual state of numbness that she was used to. there was no denying that it hurt though, she had a limp on her worst days but it was nights like these where lena wondered if she would ever be back up on a stage again, dancing with passion for everyone to see.
it was dancing that helped cure her of her shyness as she had been so afraid of the spotlight hitting her that she forget how to make herself shine, but she did onstage. offstage, the girl was meek, she was easily forgotten or overlooked but due to her training of dance being over half of her life, she had grown as a dancer and in turn, a woman. she had learned what it meant to be graceful and beautiful and the movements that she performed were the only times that allowed herself to feel that way, and even then, she was not fully aware of how angelic she looked. deciding to give the routine yet another go, lena pressed the button on the traditional stereo, being forced to playback the tape all the way to start and gave a moment to catch the beat as she place a hand on the speaker, feeling the rhythm in her palm. ’o-okay..” [/i] she mumbled, the edgier classic music flowing into her with the transfer of sound waves being absorbed by her skin and then she was back onto her feet again. giving a light leap into the middle of her routine, lena was surprised that she landed it with no trouble from her ankle and gave a small smile to indicate her own pride that was shattered as mid-twirl, she caught sight of someone else in the mirror and had lost her balance. the mirror was there to watch for imperfections, and lena knew she had many, but they were also there to help remind people of how different they looked when they danced—or at least, that was how lena saw it. she gave a look behind her to see no figure and then turned her head to stare back at the mirror, seeing a pair of legs approaching her and it forced her head down, but straight forward once more. how did someone know she was in here, ”w-was the m-m-music too loud?..”[/i] she asked, afraid that this was just a neighbor but the familiar shoes stared back at her, and she had to give a small glance but to confirm her suspicion of who this person could be. the face looking back to her was chiseled out of marble, he was a solid male and the features were vaguely familiar, taking lena a guilt filled minute to remember where he was from, ”o-oh..”[/i] she spoke as the ligthbulb clicked for her and she was able to recognize the face and the name that came with it. lena furrowed her brow as she leaned into the ballet bar, wondering why she had never felt the feeling of someone following her, should normal people not feel something like that? ”well..um…y-yea, this…i-is w-w-what you found..”[/i], giving a look-over to the dilapidated structure that held her own person studio within it, it felt like hers at least. she understood curiosity, lena was actually quite curious herself but it was more about why people did things more so than wondering where people are going, ”i….d-don’t s-see why ..i.,, would be i-interesting..”[/i]. she had no self-esteem at all, amazing that she was able to even walk outside with her head down with how low she felt all the time, and not about the world, but about herself. any sign of confidence that had been showing when her movements were fluid and to a beat was gone, being replaced by a shy, mess that could not meet his eyes even if she wanted to—and she did. she was always curious about people’s eye color, the shape, and what secrets they held but most people were not able to guess lena’s eye color for her eyes were pointed down and her hair was often a veil for her entire face, hiding most features in long strands of blond. she shook her head in an instant reaction. ”f-far…f-f-from good..”[/i] she spoke with her voice barely above a whisper at this point as the knowledge that it was a male standing in front of her and it forced her to step back fully, her back slightly arching over the wooden bar, ”…o-oh..um…s-sport..yes, it…w-w-would be..b-but I’m not..p-professional or a-a-anything..”[/i], or anymore at least, ”i j-just..d-d-do this for f-f-fun..”[/i] which was the first lie that lena had ever let come out of her mouth, not wanting to appear weak to the male even through her stutter and her tremors were doing nothing to hide how intimidated she really was.[/div][/center] (TOXIC//ELIJAH, 1009, KNEE LEGGINGS & TANKTOP, UNF <3.)
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