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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 25, 2012 2:08:44 GMT -5
 i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME Nell brushed hair out of her face as she vacuumed. Sometimes she felt like a servant in this house, the way she cleaned and cooked. She didn't mind. "Why do you come here so much?" the Puerto Rican girl, Leana, asked as she propped her feet up on the edge of the couch, reading a Star magazine. "Because I love you," Nell responded, turning off the vacuum. What could she say? That she must have been a masochist? That she was a bleeding heart? Nothing sounded like a good answer. She just wanted to know that she could do something, no matter how small. When she was free, she'd come over and she would feel the heaviness in the air like an iron pressing down on the board. Another thing on her list to take care of, something that she understood wouldn't go noticed in the long run. It kept her busy. She never liked to stop moving, and nowadays it was because she feared if she ever did, she wouldn't start again. She bounced back from depression, but it left its mark on her, another scar to add to her collection.
However, she couldn't stay long that day. She had plans to meet up with Sabine at the rec center. When she went to get the duffel bag from out of a cabinet under the sink, she found it missing. And she thought she could hide it. Nell walked down the wide hall, asked the blond girl with pale eyes, "Did you see my duffel bag, Bubbles?" It was her legal name, and she responded to it just as calmly as one might respond to a tedious venture. "Melony took it." Nell believed her, even though she could have lied to be spiteful. The girls liked to mess around. It didn't take long to find Melony--they all stuck around, they had no other place to go. The girl was Asian, bangs side-swept over her dark eyes. "What did you do with my bag, Mel?" she questioned, and the girl pointed her finger out the window with a malicious grin. It wasn't like the Water students' pranks, who did it out of the fun for duping people. She'd done it just because it gave her power, and she wanted it. Nell didn't look bothered, and she wondered if it disappointed Mel. It was hard to tell. The girls were all books in foreign languages.
Nell bade goodbye to Leana before going outside to collect the clothes scattered across the lawn, some of them draped over bushes and flowers. She decided she'd change at the rec center. It wasn't too long of a drive--nothing was in the Hollow-- and she walked into the building like a gym. The dance studio was behind a metallic painted door, and inside the floors were hardwood. 'Sorry for my tardiness, Bean," she said. She held up the bag from her fingers. "Have you been doing good today?" She rubbed her arms, rolling the woven bracelets up and down on her wrists. The most expensive thing on her person was her engagement ring. "Just need to change." She headed to the bathroom in the hallway and came back in her leotard and leg warmers. She always kept her hair up so nothing changed with that. Almost always. For work, she had to cover the tattoo on the back of her neck. She put the bag in a corner. Leaning sideways with her hands on her hips, she said, "So I guess we should start with stretching?"
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Post by sabine on Mar 25, 2012 8:42:32 GMT -5
Going to the rec center to teach the girl Sabine? Well, just remember what I've always told you Une danse ne peut pas briser votre coeur Sabine watched his mother walk away, leaving the door shut behind her. A dance can't break your heart. Sabine smiled strangely as he glanced in the mirror, despite his mother's constant concern, he wasn't worried about having his heart broken, girls didn't interest him, and he fell just as easily out of love as in it. The girl Nell Shepherd had been his friend since their first meeting, she had issues in the past, though he wasn't sure about the details, one way or another, he wanted to keep her safe. The fact that she was engaged had been a bit of a intrigue, but that had been over-taken by his simple doubt that the man could take proper care of her. But he trusted Nell's judgment.
Sabine shook off the thought, a almost complacent smile on his face as he looked in the mirror. Beauty was not something he'd ever denied in himself, his high-cheek bones, soft, milky white skin and slender build made him perfect for what he did, danced. The white denim jacket laid half-open, revealing the thin black long sleeve, that's cuffs turned sheer as the were revealed by the cut of the jacket. The blue-black jeans were shaped for movement, to allow for dancing while having a beautiful effect, tight around the thighs but loose for the ankles, and the hip scarve that was inlaid with coins made the glamorous look that was created by his ten different necklaces, slave bracelet and naval piercing, complete. Le monde est une étape Sabine smiled softly as his mother's voice came to mind, he remembered her whispering it to him the night after the divorce, he couldn't remember a day of his life that he hadn't understood just what that had meant.
Sabine glanced at the clock, it was already time. Sabine rose from where he sat, legs slung over the bed, giving the mirror one last look before he walked out of the room. The words Le monde est une étape, The world is a stage, had become a motto for him. It didn't matter where he was, there was almost always a audience to play to. His father smiled as he walked past, a amulet hung around his neck, and a pouch that Sabine knew contained a bay leaf. He himself had one in his locket, along with a picture of both his parents. His mother was sitting by the window sill, lighting a Angelica Root incense and Thyme branch. Sabine gave her a brief smile, glancing at the multiple necklaces she wore, just like he did, one of which was a locket. The Wind elemental looked over at Bailamos as the dog padded over to him, the unusual dog was a albino German Shepherd, and one of the most beautiful animals he'd ever seen.
Non, je reste Sabine ran a gentle hand over the dog's head before walking away. The Rec center was close to his house, but the walk worked well enough for a warm-up, it was the perfect distance for him to not have to pace when he got there before moving onto the stretches. Ten minutes later found him inside the well lit Rec center, and through the metallic painted door. Sabine sighed in quiet relief as he felt the hard-wood floors beneath his heels. Each plank was carefully sanded smooth and polished over, not a single catch or rough spot to cause for a distraction, just like his and his mother's dance room. Nell wasn't there yet, but really that didn't matter for him, Sabine could spend hours here, alone or with company and not even notice the time passing, dancing was like a drug to him, but dancing in front of a crowd turned it into a straight-up addiction.
Sabine glanced around at the empty floors, walking over to the wall on the opposite side of the room. He didn't even bother with the other things immediately, just sunk straight into a full split. He'd been able to do it since he was twelve, flexibility was one of the most important things about dancing, and one of his specialties next to muscle control. "Sorry for my tardiness, Bean," Sabine didn't glance at her, answering without looking away from the wall. "Bonjour, and I prefer to think of it somewhat differently-" He tilted his head to look at her, "after all, Dancer's are never late, everyone else is always early" Sabine smiled as he rose, his multiple necklaces jangling against each other. Have you been doing good today? The Wind elemental grinned slightly, eyes suddenly sparkling even brighter with humor.
"Quite well, though there was a bit of a family argument that will leave my mother burning Angelica Root for weeks." Sabine nearly rolled his eyes, he couldn't even remember what the argument had been about, part of the reason that his mother had chosen Angelica Root. Just need to change Sabine nodded absently, the Wind elemental already picking up a slow pacing to keep his legs warmed up. His pale, immaculate eyebrow shot up as he looked at the leotard and leg warmers, he couldn't remember a single day in his life that he'd gone with the traditional outfit, his mother had always said 's'habiller pour la scène', dress for the scene. After another moment Sabine broke his pacing to walk over to her, "So I guess we should start with stretching?" The Wind elemental almost absently shook his head as he glanced around at the space again. "Warm up first, if your muscles are cold they won't be as elastic, so its always best to walk a bit to heat up your legs. Try lunge stretching until your legs feel warm. Sabine kept a eye on her as he sank back into a full split, only speaking up again when he was fully into it, "how flexible are you?
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 25, 2012 15:52:41 GMT -5
i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME Nell tilted her head as she watched Sabine in his split, looking every bit the dancer he was. She felt in awe whenever she laid eyes on something like this, someone displaying how brilliant they were at what they did. It was admirable, breathtaking in all the little ways. "How on Earth do you do that?" she said with wonder. She'd tried to accomplish a split before, always with less-than-stellar results. Do all dancers need to know how to do that? A smile twitched her lips into ironic commas when he responded to her without a trace of exasperation or disappointment. "Everyone else is early, huh? I like that." She wasn't one to think like that, no, she much preferred feeling like she put someone out because of her lateness. At least Sabine didn't make her feel like that. He wasn't one to tack the blame on anyone who didn't deserve it, and she respected that. She respected him as a person, as well, and an artist. Dance was art, after all, and a great kind of art. They created art with their very bodies, nothing else.
Nell furrowed her eyebrows when he mentioned Angelica Root. She didn't even hear many Earth elementals speak of it when using plants to study, mainly sticking to things that they are familiar with. From knowing Sabine for a while, she understood his interest in the occult. "For domestic unity...?" she questioned, her tone carrying some facetiousness. There was a lot of uses for it, so she was taking a guess since apparently an argument had started it. She knew a few things about the occult, mostly because of her superstitious familial background. Roman Catholics liked to be as wary as possible. "Well, hope it's not anything too major." She didn't like to hear when any of her friends were having issues at home, even though she knew it happened with everyone. There really were no perfect families, but that didn't mean there was anything necessarily wrong with them. People just had issues sometimes.
Nell had an ensemble of outfits for different occasions and when events, she believed, called for it. Sometimes she was just very dissociated with the norms of society. She still had a lot to learn. Like dancing, and she stood on her tiptoes when Sabine walked over to her, rocking back down on the balls of her feet. Apparently, the first thing to do was warm up the body. It made sense, especially when he mentioned elasticity and she imagined her father's voice in her head agreeing. "Really? Walking?" She never did sports on an actually team, only did powder puff when the season came along. But she trusted Sabine's judgment about all, especially since he was so assured. And he'd been doing this for years. She did lunge stretches as told before rolling her eyes around in order to think. "Well, I certainly can't do a split, Mr. Contortionist," she said lightly. "But I can touch the back of my head with my feet! Wanna see?" Her eagerness was like a child about to present a macaroni drawing to her parents.
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Post by sabine on Mar 25, 2012 21:28:25 GMT -5
Dancing was a art, there was no other way to describe it, that fact had been deeply embedded in his mind from years of watching his mother dance with anything she did, from the time he was only a week old, he'd seen her dance no matter what she did, whatever she got a hold of was turned into a prop, a accessory for it. Incense and ribbons had been a favorite, for hours she could dance around a room with a lit incense stick or a long ribbon. Hula hoops had also been one, she'd done that for hours at a park. Sabine smiled softly, remembering the time he'd seen her dancing in the kitchen, twirling two forks around her fingers, never using more than the two they were balanced between to manipulate them, his father had been in the living room trying to find them so he could finish setting the table. "How on Earth do you do that?" Sabine looked up at her, confused for a moment before he noticed the awe that she looked at him with, being able to do a full-split had been one of the first things of his list of things to master.
He didn't pull out of it completely this time, instead just drawing his legs partially up, so that one knee was bent and flat against the ground, while his other leg was stretched out, completely straight behind him. A lot of practice, annnd about as much pain. Sabine threw her a playful grin as he drew the word out. The Wind elemental paused, straightening completely and beginning to pace at a easy stride to work out any tension from his legs. One of the lessons his mother had taught him was that you never leave your muscles tense or hurting after stretching, especially if your about to dance. The results could be anywhere from painful to disastrous. "Everyone else is early, huh? I like that." Sabine gave another one of his signature, complex smiles, as if he's only smiling half at what your saying, and the rest at a million different things that are going through his mind. "Just another part of life on a stage, nothing starts until the performer gets there, so the audience is always early, the dancer is never late."
Sabine spoke as if it made perfect sense, and for the French dancer it did, he'd been told that the day of his first performance on stage. Sabine shook out his hair as he gradually slowed his pacing, relaxing each individual muscle as he came to a stop. Total control was the very first thing his mother had taught him, how to relax, tense or individually move each muscle. For domestic unity...? Sabine smiled, a distinctively pleased look on him at her inquiry, curiosity had always pleased him. Close, when burned it dispels negative vibrations in the area, as Sabine spoke he fidgeted with the pentagram necklace, tracing over the circle around it. Well, hope it's not anything too major. Sabine laughed softly, despite the protectiveness that rose up at her concern, she didn't like family arguments. "That is what has her so nervous, none of us can even remember what it was about." The dancer grinned, his silvery gray eyes glittering with humor, he rarely remembered what any argument was about, they just weren't important enough to remember.
Really? Walking? Sabine nodded absently, beginning to pace again for a moment before sinking down into a reverse lunge stretch, turning his head to watch her as his white blond hair fanned across his leg, brushing the ground. Well, I certainly can't do a split, Mr. Contortionist, Sabine raised a eyebrow at the title, deciding not to comment with the position he was in. But I can touch the back of my head with my feet! Wanna see? Sabine practically grinned at that, enthusiasm was something he missed with people, from what he'd seen, half the people here either naturally had serious mental issues, or were to busy hating the other alliances to show their other side very much, the exceptions were usually Wind elementals, the only neutral element there was. We'll work our way to that, try heel raises until your calves and hamstrings are warm, then we'll see how well spread your flexibility is. Sabine straightened as he spoke, completing the thirty second count in his head as he did so. Almost immediately the dancer repositioned into a kneeling lunge split, silently approving of her style with the lunge stretches, though as usual, it reflected in his eyes.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 26, 2012 16:34:15 GMT -5
i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME It was amazing to just watch Sabine at what he did. Like reading a book, or looking at a painting, the things she saw there. She'd never really put much thought toward dance, in all honesty. She hadn't even been introduced to it until...last year, she'd have to say. After all, getting away from her home had been her first experience in the real world where she could know and learn about these things. All the wonder and the horror. "Figures," she said, blowing her bangs up with a huff of air. "No pain, no gain." She believed that was the saying at least, or maybe she was getting it wrong. Mentally, she shrugged it off.
Nell snorted as his smile, wholly amused as she laced her fingers behind her head. "You sound like Shakespeare," she said. "'All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players.' Wonder if he liked people being late for his plays or not." Or maybe it was the English major in her speaking. Of course, she wasn't a major yet, she'd just begun in college. There was still so much she needed to learn, both academically and elementally. She allowed herself some pride in how far she'd come with her Earth abilities, now able to manipulate plants and the such with minimal effort. Stamina was what she focused on now, keeping it up for long moments of time. But if she was anything, it was determined.
She righted her head when the blond spoke, telling her that it was in fact to dispel negative vibrations in the area. "Hmph," she said, raising her eyebrows as she seemed to consider it as he played with his necklace. She really wanted to learn about these things. After all, she liked to make her own herbal remedies for anything that may be plaguing her instead of going for the Advil or any other form of medication. Medication was for sick people, it meant something was wrong. The last medication she took was Prozac, and after weaning off of it, she didn't dare touch anything else just in case of negative side effects. "None...of you...remember?" she said, blinking. Was there a cone of forgetfulness around this house. It was amusing, and she grinned goofily. "Well, you guys certainly seem the pleasant sort." She imagined she liked the kind of people who can easily forget things like that.
She comically clamped her mouth shut, like a child scolded. He did have a point, she liked to get ahead of herself when it came to these things. "Okay," she said with an impish little grin on her face. Nell watched him and tried to imitate what he was doing, with limited results. She stuck to lunging, and he looked approving enough. It was long before she felt a burn in what must have been the quadriceps. She'd always been good with the human body, she learned it to try and unsuccessfully save a life. "What kind of dances do you like anyway?" She had a very good memory recall, but she didn't really know enough about dance to name many.
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