Jin-Sang Connor (ex_verisimil201) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-04-14 18:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | jin-sang, shizuka |
Tuesday 10/23/07
Who: Jin-Sang, Shizuka
When: Roughly half an hour after dance class let out
Where: The dance studio
What: JC stays after class to practice and give himself a good workout. Things do not go as planned.
After waiting for all of the dance class to leave and bidding farewell to Davia, Jin-Sang got up from the seat he had taken in front of the mirror. A water bottle was more than half emptied, he having drank from it in the fifteen to twenty minutes it took for him to take a short break. When he got up, taking one long, last drink, the cap was slammed shut against his palm. The blue bottle was tossed across the room to land harmlessly on his bag with a plunk. He wasn't in a hurry to start, so as he sauntered across the wood floor in his Nike brand sneakers he swung by the door. Someone had closed it, but the room was still stuffy from the heat exerted by the class. Pushing it open to let in some fresh air, he was pleased enough.
Going to the stereo, his burned CD already inside the changer, JC pushed around the buttons until his disc moved into place. Pressing play, he counted sixteen beats while moving in only a handful of long strides across the room. He stood center to the mirror and swung his shoulders in a fluid motion as the beat began. A groove then fell into place where his body moved in a very smooth motion, despite the fact that his knees and arms or back popped and locked into positions along the way. Lets get it on. His back turned on the mirror and he froze, the ties to his sweatshirt swinging as he leaned forward slightly.
Twelve beats later Jin-Sang moved into the real dance. It was slow, though it looked like it should have been going so much faster. That was the trick of the song and the dance. He always thought it looked interesting to move in slow-motion when one really wasn't. At the moment his eyes were closed, but when he turned around they opened and he watched himself in the mirror while the chorus started to pick up. A hand threw a long strand of hair from his face, some of it sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. He had been at this for over an hour.
Singing with the chorus, he spun once, made a quick foot motion, and then planted his hand to the floor and took his feet off. All was well and Jin-Sang moved along. The song progressed and he moved into a slow, smooth part of the song. He smiled, for he was having fun, but when he next threw his weight down onto his palm there was a pain that shot up his arm from the heel of his left hand all the way to his shoulder. Collapsing in a heap on the ground just as the song rose to a finish, he lay on the shining wood floor holding his wrist with his good hand against his chest. Jin-Sang didn't recall spraining his wrist to be so painful, but it had been years since he'd done it last.