Jae will eat your heart out (stealyourheart) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-04-30 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: davian rivera, character: jae song, location: hydra dorm |
Thread: Blond Ambition
WHO: Jae Song and Davian Rivera
WHEN: April 29, afternoon; a little before opening night [backdated]
WHERE: Hydra Dorms
It was the big night. After a dress rehearsal that wasn't exactly perfect, Jae assured herself that perhaps the whole phrase "bad dress rehearsal means a great opening night" would apply here. Props were forgotten, someone stepped on a costume that led to a tear that would need mending, and so on. It wasn't a complete disaster, but she hoped that their performance would surprise and please people. Jae wanted it to be special though and even if she wasn't playing Benedick or Beatrice or Hero or Claudio, she wanted to stand out. She didn't want people to see the almost stoic student council secretary and treasurer but the villain that Don John was. In the spirit of trying new things, Jae decided she wanted to dye her hair. It was meant to be just a shade or two lighter, and when she mentioned it, Davian volunteered to give her a hand. Her head tingled a bit. Jae already asked Davian if that was normal, and he waved a hand at her saying "It's science stuff." She knew that hair coloring was chemistry, but she felt anxious. It was the first time she really did something that people might notice. Granted, it was meant to be a subtle difference with perhaps some highlights put in, but it was something. She had done a lot of research on how to do this at home, and she should might have bugged Sara or Kana to help her, but both were occupied elsewhere. She gave Davian explicit instructions and he followed them, though she heard him cuss a couple of times. That was often a way to tell when he might have messed something up. But then he gave her some confidence that he handled it and it wasn't a big deal. So her head tingled and itched, and she checked her watch every now and then to see how much time passed. Before her sat a textbook, and Jae focused on it casually. She had all of her lines memorized by heart, and even Davian's. They ran lines a number of times together, much to Davian's chagrin, because she wanted to make sure he knew them well. The play was Jae's first real venture into something out of her comfort zone. She could perform a piece of music on stage well enough, and was already exploring new ways of performing that, but theatre? That was something very new. Jae knew of kumiho who were chameleons in the entertainment industry in South Korea. They rose to fame, went into obscurity when their age might be called into question, and then emerged as if they were new talent. Much of Jae's life was spent in seclusion. Kumiho had varying opinions on how to live the same way they had varying opinions of diet. In the forests and mountains of her homeland, Jae only knew her mother. Now her mother married and in, hopefully, a few years, she would gain mortality and live as a human. It was time for Jae to move on from that, and it terrified Jae. She knew deep down that it was for the best. Jae needed to figure out who she was and what sort of kumiho she would be. The school would help her to overcome her addiction, and from there she would decide what happened next. She could return to the ever shrinking forests and mountains of her homeland, or she could try to figure out how to live in the human world and hide in plain sight. It was more than that though. This was Jae figuring out who she was. Her mother's education over the past hundred or so years was strict. Jae's friends were numbered few or non-existent before, and now she could list a number of students she could call friends. She still liked music and learning, but she wanted to try new things. The idea of being that mountain recluse no longer appealed to her. Jae was now forming dreams and ambitions of her own. And tonight, she was dying her hair. "I think it's time," Jae said looking up from her textbook. Her hair was all folded foil. She wore an old painting smock over her clothing to keep the coloring from getting on. Jae closed the textbook and set it aside. She walked over to where Davian appeared to be asleep and gave him a shake, "Davian, get up. It's time to take the foil out." |