Hestia Alycone Carrow is just a girl (noire_pur_sang) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-09-03 11:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - september, hestia carrow, sebastian daley |
Who: Hestia Carrow and Sebastian Daley
When: Before curfew but after Dinner
Where: empty classroom
What: Dance dance
Why: Because Hestia likes to.
Rating: Low unless someone makes it higher
Hestia ditched her friends and headed out to find an empty room. Once inside she laid her school sweater aside, revealing a black tank top. She left her school uniform skirt on, and sat down on a desk to tie on a pair of her pointe shoes. Her long hair was braided up at the nape of her neck and was out of the way. She tied everything into place and slid off the desk to stretch. Practicing was a pain in the butt, here. There were just so many people running around. She wore two matching wraps around her forearms, hiding the mark beneath one, even as she wished she could go bare-armed. They were often, already, warm and itchy.
To some music only in her head she stretched, then slowly began to go through various movements. She wasn't being artistic, only technical. So she began with the basics and worked her way up to various plié and jeté but she had the most fun with the Fouetté en tournant. It took work of various muscles and balances to be able to do more than one or two in a row. She was working towards the 32 necessary for a part in Black Swan, but even to a girl who's danced forever, it was a ways off. She just didn't quite have it down. Every move was graceful, even if they were disconnected - she wasn't working on a routine, merely running through some practice. She was in arabesque penchée when the door creaked open, so she held her place and looked up, poised to move however be it someone she didnt want seeing her dancing..