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Tweak says, "Save the cheerleader..."

Regen Unda (gaspingbreath) wrote in gooseberry,
@ 2016-12-11 18:41:00

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! log, zz drop: kelekolio tupuola

Who: Kele Tupuola + [OPEN]
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Dance Studio
What: Trying to release the poor mood Kele has been in.
Warnings: None.

The day had been slow, everyone unthawing from the camping trip and the activety of the tree decoration party. Kele's mood had been lower energy than normal- not that he was a high energy person, but he was at a low. The world away from the island was not what he had expected. The earth beneath their feet felt too solid, merciless in its stubborn ways. Home had a movement to the dirt and a sway with the waters around it. Kele was missing the smell of the salt air and that movement and the feel of family that he had not yet obtained at the distant school.

The camping trip had been fun, even if he kept mostly to himself and watched the other kids do their thing; it was how Kele worked. When the world felt joy, mischief, or adventure, he felt it too. Kele had tried baking, a few pans of brownies to relieve his mood, but it had not worked. So he looked to other means to brush off the blues. Breathing in the warm air of the dance studio, Kele removed his shirt and stretched. Each beat of his heart filled his ears in the white noise of the room. If the land would not move then he would have to move for the land.

His mind continued to think through the last week or so. The whole uproar about the dance and getting a date and such had not been his sort of thing. Kele enjoyed dancing and would likely dance with anyone who wished to. Why bother with a date? Then again, An and Bailey seemed to be convinced that it was a good idea. He trusted An's opinion and she said Bailey was a good person also. But for those who did not wish to gain a date from Bailey's adventures or have someone ask them, Kele would be available to let them enjoy dancing as well. Even if he was set up with someone, he had never been on a date to know how to behave.

Pushing away all worries and thoughts, Kele took in a few more deep breaths to center himself as he put on some music in special enchanted ear buds. His heart matched the pace easily before a step was placed and his muscles relaxed into the movements of his dance. Kele had the loose muscles of a dancer while having a solid structure for sports and outdoor activities. While dancing alone, the mind released all stress, allowed nothing to enter, and brought him into a meditative state that should have scared him more than it did. Meditative states were frought with easy access to divination, but dance seemed to be his safe space.