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water_gurl (water_gurl) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-08-20 21:44:00

Entry tags:

cricket, gent, kahea

Week Fourteen-Saturday Night

Who: Kahea and whoever pays attention
Where: Gent's river boat on the Belle Fourche
When: Late Saturday Night/Early Sunday Morning
What: Kahea can't sleep; decides to have a late night dance
Rating G--dance is for all audiences! ^.^
Status In Progress

Kahea set aside her sewing items for the next day. She had promised her host, Gent, that she would sew together and fix all the things that Anela had torn up in the bathroom that day. She planned on starting those projects first thing in the morning. For the first time in a while, Kahea was looking forward to some much needed sleep and with an actual bed with pillows, sheets, and a mattress she silently prayed for a full night of restful sleep.

Gent had gotten out new linens for "her" bed after they had finished a very satisfying supper together. Kahea had been grateful for the calm of the evening after such a horribly drama-filled day, which she somehow just kept making worse as things went on. Kahea shook her head at the memory. Her back still ached but at least it was stitched up again; no more blood, which she also insisted on cleaning up in the morning.

“Time for bed Anela. Come on.” Kahea signaled for the small grey cat to jump into the bed next to her after she settled herself in. She was also grateful for when she was finally allowed to change into dry clothes. She clicked off her light and laid down her head on the dark blue pillow. To get to sleep, she tried to think of the last time she had a full night’s sleep; the night she met the desert coyote.

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our_cajun_gent
2009-08-28 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Gent saw the light in Kahea's room go out and let a deep sigh slip through his lips. His momma had always taught he to treat women with utmost kindness and courtesy... but this little bundle of stress was gonna push his limits, he could tell. She had insisted on taking all the ripped and torn bathroom items to her room to sew on while she lay there recuperating and, for once in his life, gent hadn't fought the lady. If he was supposed to coexist peacefully with the little thing, he was going to have to meet her halfway on some things. And she would have to do the same.

For now, it seemed the stubborn little lady was tucking herself and that little dust bunny of hers in for the night. Gent could have a bit of quiet, peaceful time of his own before the sun rose and he had to start worrying about her again. With his cat on his shoulder and a book and a bottle of moonshine in his fists, Gent silently made his way through the length of Le Coeur and sat himself down in a chair on the top deck. The night was cool, the water calm, and the moon bright enough to read by. Sipping his drink and patting the head of the cat that settled into his lap, Gent let out another sigh and opened the first page of one of his mother's favorite books: The Phantom of the Opera.

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water_gurl
2009-08-30 02:07 am UTC (link)

Kahea pictured the coyote in her dream. When she had first met him she had been calm and terrified at the same time, but hoped that if she just kept her eyes diverted from his, and lowered her body to the ground he would leave her be. The male canine slowly walked up to her, cirlced her, and then sniffing her the whole while. Anela quaked inside Kahea's shirt, not daring to peek out. When the coyote finished his "inspection" of Kahea, he sat down in front of her unthreateningly. For some odd and strange reason that night, and two nights after it, that coyote appreared to befriend Kahea, and even slept next to her at night.

Kahea felt so safe those three nights sleeping with one of nature's deadly preditors. She just felt comfortable with him near by: his smell, how his fur felt against her ruff but warm, the sound of his steady breathing.

heavy breathing; groaning; smell of... weed? No, the coyote's not next to Kahea anymore. It's.... them!

Kahea shot up, her eyes open to find herself staring at a wall. Thank god.

Anela came up and nuzzled her hand; she somehow always knew whenever Kahea needs her the most.

"Guess that's what I get for assuming I could actually sleep all night," Kahea whispered to the little grey fluff. "Come on Angel, time to workout my kinks."

Kahea quietly got up and changed her clothes into her tank top, jazz pants, leg warmers, socks and jazz shoes. She grabbed her small zipper jacket and her ipod then headed sliently out the door to the front deck while half-hazardly putting her hair up in a pony tail.

Kahea let out a sigh as the chilled night air hit her for the first time, then she hit the "play" button and immidiatly heard the soothing sounds of Nora Jones' Come Away With Me.

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our_cajun_gent
2009-09-02 06:55 pm UTC (link)

Gent paused in his reading when he heard the door slide open below him.

"Hones'ly," He thought," Han't there been enough excitement for today?" Tucking his book into the side of his chair, Gent held his bottle tight in his fist and crept to the edge of the deck, intending to smash it over any intruder's head. But he stopped when he saw Kahea stretching in the darkness. What'in hell? Gent brought his fist to his side, silently crouching on the upper deck to see just what the little lady was up to.

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water_gurl
2009-09-02 10:25 pm UTC (link)

Kahea was in here element; her safe zone. Nothing could touch her. From the minute the music began and she stared her usual stretches everything else int he world just seemed to disappear into the background. This was her only home now.

She heard the words start to the new song: I waited 'til I saw the sun
left foot side sweep lead into a sootinu turn
I don't know why I didn't come
slowly stretch side and up right again, slowly raise hand on 'come'
I left you by the house of fun
lift right leg aerobesque, raise up on supporting foot; come down
I don't know why I didn't come
spin out, sweep right foot left, side step

This song always had a way of soothing her. As the it played, Kahea kept her movements fluid, one never really ending once it started, just leading into another movement. The next song was a bit more up tempo, but still within the vasinaty of modern dance, but Kahea new exactly which playlist she had choosen. This one would start off slow and soothing but work it's way to the heart-pumping, hip-moving beats that really made Kahea feel like there was no sadness in the world so long as she just kept moving.

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water_gurl
2009-09-02 10:36 pm UTC (link)

Sure enough, one of Kahea's favorites came on. Michael Jackson's The Way you Make Me Feel

She started off slow, only moving her left foot up and down tot he beat for an eight count, and booth feet for the next eight count, then shoulders and feet. On the 8 on the fourth eight count she went up into a toe touch from a crouch position on the "Ow!"

Hey pretty baby with the high heels on
You give me feva like I've never, ever known!

She felt so free dancing that she didn't notice her spectators as she turned, leaped and acrobated in ways that she used to when things were normal, when she had her family, when she had her life just the way she wanted it. perfect

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our_cajun_gent
2009-09-14 07:45 pm UTC (link)

Gent smiled. So the little thing was a dancer, huh? And she was good in his uneducated opinion. Her first series of movements were fluid and calm- beautiful like the water off the starboard side of Le Ceour. And then she was poppin and jumpin and twirlin in a way that made Gent want tah get up and dance with'er. If only he could. Sure he was graceful and quiet on his feet. He was an okay dancer but next tah little Kahea down there, he'd look like an ogre with too much liquor in its system.

So he just sat and watched the freedom and the movement, hoping her stitches wouldn't come undone but glad she had an outlet for her obvious stress and frustration. Odile stretched sleepily, purring in his lap as he watched the sprite dance across his deck.

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spice_girl
2009-09-17 06:58 am UTC (link)

Cricket lounged on her multicolored pallet of plush pillows and various exotic blankets. The piece of charcoal in her fingers scratched out crude sketches of trees, butterflies, and girls dancing, while she lazed. It was then she felt her boat rock off the steady beat of the river. Curiosity, and not the suspicion of danger, urged her to look out her window.

It definitely had felt like someone was moving from boat to boat, or something like that, but they had not moved from the boats to the bank. Not that she could see, at least. Grabbing a bright orange shawl to drape over her bared shoulders, Cricket crept out of her boat and onto the bank of the river. Just a little ways down, she noticed Gent's boat rocking slightly. An eyebrow arched in perverted interest. She knew Gent was a ladies' man, but usually his activities were not so...rough as to cause that big boat of his to rock. On closer inspection, Cricket found that it was a dancer on his deck causing the movement with her leaps and twirls.

Now her brow arched in intrigue. Cricket did not recognize the girl, and she certainly would have remembered such a beauty. Granted, she could not see her facial features very well, but her movements enchanted her, much in the same way Drucilla had. Drawing the shawl tighter around her white tank top, she sat down on the dewy grass, pretending to star-gaze, but mostly appreciating the new dancer's performance.

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water_gurl
2009-09-22 02:59 am UTC (link)

Kahea was breathing deeply as she prepared herself for what would be her last leap of the night, an attitude jete. As she landed the leap on the last beat of the song, a more mellow paced song started playing. Cool down time

You took your coat off
And stood in the rain.
You're always crazy like that

Kahea slowed her movements, and they became fluid again, but more stretch-like than lyrical, like she was working through different stretches as she was moving at the same time in a dance. First her upper body, forward, back, one side then the other.

Then she slid into her right split, but ever so slowly. And the song is different again.

A life goes by
Romantic dreams must die
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you

Stretching forward in her split, and then back, and pulling her legs together for a toe-touch stretch. All fluid, and all ever moving, one movement into another. Right into her left split and more stretching.

After five more minutes or so, stretching every muscle in her body, Kahea reached the end of her playlist. She hadn't noticed but the last two songs she had quietly sang out loud. Jon McLaughlin's So Close and t.A.T.u.'s Stars.

Anela was snoozing on her perch by the end of it all. Kahea grinned at her little fuzz ball and pulled the ear buds out of her ears, wrapping them around her now sweaty neck. Kahea had long since taken off her small zipper sweater, and the cool night air was starting to feel great on her heated skin. She gently picked up the snoozing cat, and slowly started heading back towards the door. That's when she noticed some creaking and shifting coming from something above her. That's when she glanced up and saw her new found friend trying to appear like he was reading his book, but she knew better.

"Enjoy the show Ho'ola?"

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