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| Dance into Despair | |
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| Topic Started: May 1 2008, 04:46 AM (296 Views) | |
| Swann | May 1 2008, 04:46 AM Post #1 |
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When: April 5th Time: Afternoon Dance. It was the only way she could keep herself from freaking out right now. She should be at home, at school, with her friends, with Kevin. What was going on without her there? How was he doing? Was he doing better then the last time she had seen him? So many thoughts swirled in her mind, thoughts that she tried to force out with a heavy hitting hip hop routine. The music blasted in her ears as she let herself move to it. Clad in a pair of black leather Capri pants and a thigh, body hugging black lycra top, her long hair loose about her for a change, the girl moved. 2 songs later, she felt alive, her muscles more in use then they had been without the constant all day practice. Her skin shone with a faint sheen of sweat but she felt great..physically anyway. Emotionally, she was a mess. But like hell if she was going to admit that to anyone. Mana might know, as well as John, for they were the closest she was to anyone. But that was it. Even then, she couldn’t tell them everything. They had their own lives, always had. She was the baby, the youngest out of everyone. Suffering, in pain and not sure how to ask for help. A shiver ran down her back, a feeling that her mum always said was akin to *someone walking over her grave*. Hell walking? Felt like the damn Macy’s day parade for a moment. It was bizarre. A vibrating in her pocket pulled her attention to her cell phone, which she pulled out and opened. “Speak…” She said, recognizing the caller ID, but the smile fell from her lips quickly, as the phone fell from her fingers. Falling to her knees, the hot sting of tears in her eyes, a pained cry falling from her lips. "Kevin..." She whispered, the almost physical pain ripping through her slender form, a silent beacon to those close to her. Her arms wrapped around her torso, rocking back and forth slowly as the tears slipped down her cheeks. She had failed. Tags: Open to anyone, Mana and Pyro may feel her due to the shared link. |
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| Anne Lee | May 2 2008, 08:09 PM Post #2 |
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Place in timeline: About a week or so after State of the School Address and From Chaos to Calm. Normally, dancing never caught the small blonde's interest. The movements of a dancer didn't make sense. They were just some pre-programmed nonsense. To her all dance was ballet and bad memories of her and her baby brother. Dancing had lost its zeal the moment her grandparents forced her to take lessons as a child. But she could see the art in Swann's movements. Each step wasn't taught by some teacher. It was the healer's own dance. It was a way of release to allow choked up feelings of despair to escape. Once, a long time ago, the piano had brought the same escape. Something was still a bit off. Both she and Swann had different views of the new rules than everyone else. Anne Lee had been ridiculed loudly for thinking everything was moving too fast. Swann, she had just stated loudly 'why not put targets on our back.' Her words had rung more truth than the small blond's. They should be allowed to live normal lives without the fear of being targeted because of extreme measures. And then the dancer fell overcome with despair renewed by a phone call. Not thinking Anne Lee rushed fully into the room. "Are you alright?" she asked knowing full well the answer before it was sad. The moment Swann noticed Anne Lee she would see a child in a black dress with white lace and a pair of Mary Jane's. However, Anne Lee was no child. The small blonde wanted to provide a comfort, any comfort, to the dancer. |
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| Swann | May 3 2008, 04:50 PM Post #3 |
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Truly it felt as if the world was breaking, shattering into a million tiny pieces, shards of what it once was. Tears blurred her vision, pain tore her heart apart. She did not care about anything right now. All that mattered is that she had failed. Failed herself, and failed him. She had been his only hope for survival. Now, he was gone and it was all her fault. She fell backwards onto her butt, pulling her knees up to her chest and lowering her head into them, her shoulders shaking slightly with the sobs that were wracking her petite form. Nothing mattered anymore. The girl looked up slightly as she heard someone speak to her, the words buzzing in her ears. She could only shake her head, as if the tears and the pain were not clear enough to indicate that she was not all right. She was never going to be alright. "No." She managed to speak, her words thick and heavy, not seeming real even as her own lips spoke them. Skye turned her head slightly, looking at the phone that had brought the ill fated news that had broken her. "I don't think I can stay here anymore.." Why? For what purpose? There was nothing. "I'm sorry.." Skye said as she pulled her form up and quickly left the gym. |
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