Vivian "Ice" Whitcove (as_cold_as_ice) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-08-14 18:45:00 |
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Oliver had warned her, and she did appreciate that. If she'd gone in blind, what she found would've gouged her deeper than it had. After she'd gathered together suitable winter attire, packing it into the borrowed bag, she'd set about searching for shoes. Specifically, pointe shoes. She'd find other methods to dance if she couldn't find proper shoes, but she was more interested in finding what she was after. If she couldn't keep to the practice, the style, she'd still dance, but ... not ballet. At least, not that sort. While she wasn't expecting to find shoes, she did. A pair of blue ones, lavender ones, and black ones. She tried them all on over her bare feet, despite the chill, flexing her toes, rolling her ankles, assessing the fit of each. Somehow, she wasn't surprised to find they fit. They were new, so they weren't hers, but they were similar to the sort she had. All three pair were tucked into the bag before she slipped her feet back into the boots she'd borrowed from the utility room. She had found a pair in the shop that suited her better - and fit - so those were in the bag and these would go back where she'd found them. Then she began the roaming of the shop. There were a few other things she picked out and stuck into the bag, including a swimsuit and a pair of sandals. PJs, undies, everyday wear, winter wear. When she had the bag fairly well packed, she just ... drifted, regarding the other articles of clothing. She was sort of but not really looking for whatever was hers, and she almost didn't recognize it when she saw it. It was one of the costumes from last season's performance. The one she'd had to fight her way to earn. The ones that had led to some of the worst backstabbing shenanigans she'd seen since she'd come there. For some girls who were meant to be professionals, they'd descended to petty cattiness pretty quickly. It wasn't so much the costume itself that bothered her as all the memories it stirred up. Memories she'd spent a while carefully repressing. The genuine fear she'd felt at the threats, the way she'd almost surrendered the position before she'd been talked out of it by one of the very few girls she'd trust to talk to about it. She'd persevered, endured the season, but it hadn't been her best or her favorite. Fortunately, the other young woman was cast in something else and Ice hadn't seen her since, but that didn't erase things. She'd fingered the fabric, but left the costume where it was. She didn't want it. Didn't need it. It was enough of a message that it was here at all. They could take her, they could bring her past along too. They knew enough to know the barbs that one came with. It definitely adjusted her perspective on the place. By the time she got back to the mansion, she headed upstairs with the bag and a promise to return it as soon as she was done. While she wanted little more than to put on the shoes and invade the room across the hall from her own, provided it was still empty, she didn't. She emptied the contents of the bag into the drawers, hanging one pair of shoes over the handle of the top drawer before she smoothed out the bag. Conveniently enough, Oliver's room wasn't so far from her own, and rather than bother him she simply hung the bag on the doorknob of his room before she headed downstairs to put the boots back into the utility room. With that accomplished, she found she was still too jittery to focus on dance like she'd want to. It didn't show, of course; she'd spent too long internalizing everything for things to simply slip out. But she felt it all the same. The tension in her movements, even if no one else saw. So instead she roamed across to the study. Maybe a nice, dull book would calm her down enough. That was the plan, anyway, until she saw someone was already present. Her eyes flicked to the person present before she elected to simply ignore him unless he spoke first. It shouldn't take her long to find something, and she wasn't sure how well her polite was going to manifest right now. She supposed she'd see though. |