InsaneJournal

Day Seven - Mid-afternoon
Who: Shannon Rutherford and Cielo
What: Stress relief and a chance meeting
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: outside the museum
Rating: TBA
Status: Complete


Throwing the journal against the wall, Shannon let out a tiny frustrated scream, muffled by the fact that she locked her jaw and gritted her teeth as she did it. As the book dropped to the floor, its pages fluttered and it landed face-down. Shannon was too busy pulling on her many layers of clothes again to notice. Without opening her door, leaving any kind of note, or bothering to pop out to the main room to let Sam, Jack, or the Doctor know where she was going, Shannon pushed open the small window in the room she was in and wriggled out of it, landing less than gracefully in the snow just outside it. That only served to piss her off even more.

Standing and brushing the snow off herself, Shannon looked out at the road and, satisfied that there was no one there, turned her back on it and took a deep breath, her hand on the side of the building as if it were a makeshift bar. Closing her eyes, Shannon tried to concentrate. She was already humming her favorite warm up tune - one which she no longer remembered the name - as she kicked away the snow to clear a small area for herself.

There was only one healthy way Shannon knew to clear her head and relax herself. Dancing. Jenny said she should dance. Brushing angry tears away with the heels of her hands, Shannon set herself into first position and started a warm up.

First position. Plié. Second position. Grande plié. Third position. Fourth position. Fifth position. Then, she repeated the process, adding the proper arm movements into the mix. Already her face had relaxed and the tears had stopped. She was still angry and frustrated and hurt and God only knew what else, because she didn't even understand why she cared what Dean was doing and who he was talking to. Except that she did know why and that made her feel even worse.

Letting out a soft sigh that interrupted her hummed tune, Shannon rolled her shoulders and put herself back into first position. A warm up was going to have to do, because she didn't have the space, really, to do much else given the depth of the snow. First position. Plié.