Vivian "Ice" Whitcove (as_cold_as_ice) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-08-21 21:18:00 |
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She hadn't danced the night before. The stress of everything had finally caught up with her, and despite her best efforts, a migraine had been born. So she popped a pill and set about with her usual preventative tricks. It had lessened it, at least, but she'd still wound up going to bed early and sleeping in late. Later than she cared to, at any rate. A quick scan of the network brought her news of new arrivals but she wasn't much interested in interacting on the network today. Or any day, but she had nothing to contribute to newcomers and wasn't interested in being just another name thrown at them. After a light, late breakfast, Ice headed back upstairs. Before disappearing into her room, she checked that the room across the hall from her own was still empty. Upon finding that it was, she left the door to that room open as she moved to her own room to dress. She warmed up in her own room, using the barre to stretch, to make sure she was lined up the way she was supposed to be. She did have some concerns about injuries without a physical therapist on hand, but she supposed it might not matter in the end. She might make it out of here alive. She might even have a career when she did. But she wasn't going to hold her breath. Once she was sufficiently warmed up, Ice made her way across the hall to the empty room. For a moment, she gazed out the window and wondered about the person who'd last occupied the room. Who were they, what had happened to them? It didn't matter, but it made her wonder if someday, someone was going to stand in the room she was currently occupying and wonder about her. Would she some day be gone from here as apparently so many others were? She didn't think anyone would much miss her, if only because she had little intention of becoming someone people here would miss. Shaking her head, she left the door open as she moved to the center of the room and began to dance. Simple things at first, basic routines until she was more warmed up. From there, she started to follow the last set of steps - the ones she should have been dancing every night instead of being stuck here, trapped in this madhouse, this insane experiment. There was no music, but she had enough of it in her head that she wasn't concerned. She wasn't concerned either by what anyone who happened to peek in might see. When she danced, it was easy to shut out everything else. To center herself, to narrow her focus, so that the only world that existed was her. Even here, in this empty room, in this house she wanted no part of, she could still do that. While she wanted to close her eyes, she wasn't familiar yet with the distances she could go, where the corners were, what she might hit when she moved her arms. So she kept her eyes open, and she moved around the whole space as if it was a stage. Her stage. If she could have simply danced forever, she would have - but it had to end eventually. But not quite yet. |