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Tavia Kincaid (i_keep_peace) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-09-21 22:51:00

Entry tags:

!dice, ice, {prince charming

A New Art
Characters: Ice, Charming
When: Friday night
Location: Chance car
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Ice decides to try something new, in private
Status: Complete

Once upon a time, someone had compared combat to dancing. Some of her fellow trainees had scoffed and laughed, and pointed out there were no similarities at all -- but it had stuck with Ice. There hadn't been much time (or reason) for her to involve herself in hobbies like that, between one thing or another, but if nothing else ... the train wasn't home. It proved that every day.

In China, she'd happened across a performance of ballet, and she'd been captivated. It was like combat, in a way. The strength required, the precision, the way the dancers played off one another -- and relied on one another. She knew she'd never find anything quite like that on the train, but Ice was interested in learning.

Interested enough to search the train's video collection for any discs containing ballets -- but not quite brave enough to break out of her tiny social circle to make a request for teachers on the network. The odds were decent there wasn't anyone capable or interested or willing on the train anyway, and all it would serve to do would be to put herself out there to look silly.

And if any of the others from her world caught wind of it ...

Still, she thought maybe she could at least see if she could replicate some of the things she'd learned just by watching. She didn't anticipate advancing far, given the lack of formal teaching, but ... she'd try.

Having played with the back car for almost a quarter of an hour before it coughed up something she could use, Ice was careful to close the door behind herself. She knew that didn't always guarantee she wouldn't be found, but she hoped it would help.

Stripping out of the sweats and jacket she'd put on over her unitard for the trek to the back car, she tossed them aside before she moved to stand before one of the mirrors. Her hair was pulled up into a bun at the nap of her neck, and even though she knew no one else was present, she looked around again anyway. Refocusing on her reflection, Ice pulled up the memories of the basic ballet steps and she began to attempt to replicate them.

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is_charming
2012-09-25 06:34 am UTC (link)

He nodded as he listened to her story. It was the truth in so many places, perhaps just a truth of human nature that fear was stronger than anything else in controlling people. And that's what it sounded like she meant when she spoke of the "stranglehold" the capitol had on them. He supposed that defying Regina was also courting death, but he could not do otherwise.

"Yes," he said, thinking of his situation. "But there are worse things than death. Being separated from those you love, for one."

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i_keep_peace
2012-09-25 11:28 am UTC (link)

Ice smiled faintly, but there was no one person at home they could have used against her like that. That was what training had done to her. Still, there were other things that were worse than death, she guessed. Torture. Things like that.

Turning away from him, she moved to gather the clothing she'd come in with. She was cooler now and not interested in warming back up to continue her new activity. With the reminders of home weighing on her again, she reasoned she'd be descending into less and less desirable company, and she wasn't inclined to inflict herself on anyone. There were reasons she kept her socialness to short bursts with limited company.

"I should go. But it was ... nice to meet you." Except, she realized she hadn't exactly met him, had she? There'd been no exchanging of their own names. "I'm Ice," she added, her brow briefly furrowing at just how very backwards the entire interaction had been.

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	is_charming 2012-09-25 04:00 pm UTC (link)
	"Of course," he said quickly. "Please, don't let me keep you." He smiled warmly and curtsied. "I'm James. And it was a pleasure." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_keep_peace
2012-09-25 09:28 pm UTC (link)

"It was," Ice replied. Even if the discussion had brought up less than amazing memories and sensations, it had been nice just ... talking to someone. Her social circle was woefully small, and she had no idea how to even go about making friends.

While she wouldn't go so far as to assume James would want to be friends, she'd at least know him now to say hello if they passed in the halls.

With a last smile to him, Ice let herself out of the car, leaving him to his own devices.

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