Rory Revnik (bella_arabesque) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2013-07-02 13:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, reiland foster, rory revnik |
THREAD: Rory & Reiland (Possibly some Heith)
Who: R -n- R (Rory & Reiland) possible appearance by Heith
When: July 2nd, Tuesday afternoon.
Where: Rory & Heith's home. Rory's room in particular.
What: Rory is still recovering and having a hell of a time of it.
Rating: PG-13 for language, Rory is very frustrated and emotions are running high.
Open: To Heith only.
In all technicality, Rory's broken bones were healed, more or less. But she had been warned in physical therapy, which she attended every other day, and completed exercises with her brother on days when she wasn't attended by a visiting physical therapist, that she had to take it slowly and her muscles weren't what they were, there would be pain, and still she wasn't anywhere near one hundred percent. And when asked about her timetable to start dancing again, the question was neatly side stepped and eyes shifted away from hers. Her parents were away most of the vacation so far, on 'business' or something, Rory had stopped asking. She was less concerned with her parent's secrets at the moment then she was with her own future. On one of those weekends they were home, her mother had gently asked her what her back-up plan was if dancing professionally was out of the question. The conversation had been cut short when Rory had coldly informed her mother there wasn't a back-up plan and she didn't want to talk about it. Inwardly she had raged and wanted nothing more then to throw her lamp at her mother's head. She knew she was just trying to be logical, but for Rory, there wasn't another option and she had been thinking about that since the accident. The what-if's were killing her, making her more irritable and emotional and she wasn't surprised that the only person that hadn't given up on her was her brother.
Heith was the rock in her life right now. He was there for every physical therapy session, there to help her to the bathroom, to take her for short walks around the house and the yard, to carry her down the stairs, so she wouldn't go insane in her bedroom, staring at the trophies,ribbons, awards, and the pictures of her and Reiland all over her walls. The only room he hadn't taken her into was the practice room next to her bedroom that had been turned into a dance studio just for her once it had been obvious this was her life. Maybe he knew it was too hard for her to be there. Everyone kept either avoiding her questions about her future or assuring her that it would all be okay. Both made her angry and she had been trying so hard not to lash out at people, but it hadn't always worked. Just as summer started, she had gotten into a fight with Garrett when he had come to help her settle into her house for the summer. She knew her boyfriend was only trying to help and be supportive, but he was clueless. Rory couldn't remember what was said that set her off, perhaps it was him telling her it would all work out, that she would be okay, but she had snapped on him. She had snapped at him that it was easy for him to say this, it wasn't him, that his future was secure, he could still sing and dance and act. She had asked him what he would do if this was him and he hadn't had an answer for her. She had shouted at him to get out and broke down in tears, the only one able to comfort her was Heith. She expected him to eventually get tired of her manic moods and leave her to herself at some point, but he never did.
She hadn't seen Garrett since, but he called and texted her, but it didn't feel the same. She knew it was her, that she was pushing people away. She hadn't even texted Reiland or Song, although both still took time to check on her, even if she didn't always answer. Song talked about coming to visit her, but Rory kept telling her she wasn't good company. Of course her best friend would hear nothing of this and they had some plans for her to come visit soon. And then that Gossip Bitch post had hit her, right where it hurt, and it felt like a kick while she was down. As if seeing Reiland dancing with another, looking so passionate and confident and happy, wasn't enough of a twist of the knife in her gut, the unknown blogger had to mention Garrett having lunch everyday with Nacola. And to top it off, the dancer in the video HAD to be Jessina. Rory and Jess were friends, but it was probably more accurate to call them frenemies. Not that either would ever be totally nasty to each other, but there was always that underlying competition between them in EVERYTHING. Needless to say, Rory was entirely in a horrific mood the next day, despite Reiland making plans to come see her.
After Heith had helped her with some of her exercises in the morning and assured her that GB post was complete foolishness and to let it go, she had tried to take a nap. She woke in as sour a mood as she went to sleep and felt anxious. Which was the only excuse she had for the bad choices which were to follow. She hadn't ever attempted to get out of bed and move around without her brother, even though he had allowed to take short walks without assistance, as long as he was there to catch her if she needed it, and she had several times. Carefully she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and let them dangle. Taking a deep breath with her heart pounding, she pushed herself to her feet, taking in a sharp breath of pain as she did so, grabbing onto the nightstand to keep herself from falling. The initial pain was intense, but faded and she took that as a good sign. Her eyes lit on the practice barre on the opposite side of her bedroom and a determined look came in her golden brown eyes as she made up her mind. It was a terrible idea, but Rory didn't care. She began to walk across the wooden floor, carefully, one step at a time, each step was painful, but she had come to be used to this. By the time she came to the barre, her skin was covered in a slight sheen of sweat from the exertion. She leaned on it for a few long moments to catch her breath. She raised her eyes to look into the mirror at her reflection. She had lost weight and muscle tone and it was obvious in the way her outfit fit her.
Once she recovered, she held onto the barre and slid into first position. This was familiar and foreign at the same time as muscles that should have been used to the position screamed at her. Her eyes fell on her turn out and she wanted to cry. The injuries had also effect how perfect her turn out was. Blinking back tears Rory ignored this and took a calming breath as she slid into second. Her body protested and the stubborn and angry dancer continued through her positions, fighting through the pain and how her body betrayed her with each movement. She made it through all six positions and felt a moment of triumph. Her whole body ached and her legs shook. She held onto the barre with white knuckles as she tested shifting her weight onto her less injured leg. It seemed it would hold and she lifted her leg to rest against her knee, arm over her head, trying to look and feel like a dancer again. Her whole body shook with the effort, a look of determination on her face, through the pain. Shifting onto the other leg she tried the same position, and that was when her legs gave out and she landed in an ungraceful heap on the ground, on her injured hip. Rory cried out in pain and she was completely unaware of the person in the doorway and how long they may have been standing there as she leaned forward and began to cry, her head resting on her knee.