the serpent under 't (snaked) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-01-10 18:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | meg giry |
Who: Li and James
What: James has a very special job offer for Li.
Where: Starting out at 501 and moving elsewhere?
When: Sunday Afternoon
Warnings: None? Mebe? This is James we're talking about.
Notes: Friday Li pretends to be a tourist, Saturday she teaches self-defense and Sunday she walks into the lion's den. At least she's keeping a busy and productive schedule.
Friday after touring the city Li carefully ventured out again to a dance supply store. It felt dangerous leaving the apartment without anyone's knowledge or permission. [Bluebeard] wasn't likely to be pleased, even if financial independence gave her only superficial freedom with the threat of deportation always remaining a viable option. Li couldn't even be sure she would be able to accept the job should she pass her audition. What if she had to fill out employment paperwork? Her hands trembled with quiet rage, spending nearly fifty dollars she shouldn't have on a flexible hoop and plain rubber ball.
Saturday afternoon after self-defense lessons Li spent the entire night practicing. The speakers of her laptop played music softly as the largest adjustment Li had to make was how high she could throw the hoop or ball into the air without hitting the ceiling, or how many twists or poses she could make in the time it took her prop to come back to the ground. She had hit the ceiling at least four times with a hard plastic smack of the rubber ball. Each time Li froze and stared at the apartment above her, as if expecting a knock from a guard with hot bricks on the other side of her door. Each time she waited several minutes before continuing.
It was not enough time to create a routine but Li hoped she could string together enough tricks, working them once more into muscle memory, that whoever she auditioned for would see her talent.
Li took the stairs carrying her wallet, with a hoop draped over one shoulder like a stiff sash and the ball tucked under one arm. Behind door 501 Li brushed a few loose bangs from her eyes before knocking lightly on the door, unsure if she was ready to be heard on the other side. Her hair was up, and with the yoga pants and grey tank top she looked like she was there to teach an aerobics class.