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Post by kinley on Oct 2, 2011 0:40:47 GMT -5
 Kinley stepped over to the stereo and plugged her ipod into the connection wire. She glanced around the empty studio, knowing that most of the other dancers would be taking a break from practice before jumping back in. Classes were done for the day but the academy was always kept open for a couple more hours for the students. It was the perfect opportunity for Kinley to take a moment for herself. For someone who was so devoted and dedicated to dance, it was no surprise that her ‘down time’ was dance itself. She loved to play songs that weren’t already being using in her routines. No planning. No choreography. Just dance. It is those types of moments where the twenty-one year old realized why she was dancing in the first place. A large part having been because the only other option was crumbling under the control of her parents and the arranged marriage they had lined up for their only daughter. But the main reason was because dance was her life. It made her happy but lately Kinley had lost sight of that.
The brunette set up the song, ‘Get It Right’, before stepping in front of the mirror walls. She stared at her own reflection, knowing that the song had a purpose in her life at the moment and she would love nothing more than move her body to the words. Once the melodies began to play, her movements followed suit. Kinley drew her eyes away from the mirror and allowed the music to guide her into every step. Noting else around her mattered. Telling the story was the only thing in site. It was something every dancer had to do with each routine. Most had to act out a role they may not have been use to but Kinley was very well intoned with her life story and felt a clear connection with the song. She danced to the very last note of the song, ending with her back against the floor. She did not get up right away but instead stared at the ceiling, recapping everything that had brought her there.
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comments:: sorry my first post always sucks.
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Post by em on Oct 2, 2011 16:58:26 GMT -5
It was a cool day today, real fall weather to be sure. there was a chill and David actually had on a sweater and a scarf. he couldn't find his fingerless gloves that morning, so he didn't do his morning wanderings with his guitar. But he had more important things to do. Namely, he had class, and all day he shuttled around from class to class, lugging his instrument, more affectionately called his baby.
Class was over for the day and he figured he might go out and play some, for fun, or just run around Paris. What a great city to be young and single in... He decided to go look for Kinely. She had a tendency to work to hard and never get out and enjoy the city. David was working on changing that. He found her in the dance room. No surprise there of course.
She was dancing and he watched her graceful frame as she moved about the room. She seemed to be making it up as she went because he could see the slight hesitation as she moved, the way one did when you didn't always have a plan for what to do next. But she made it look so seamless, it could be hard to tell sometimes. he waited until her song was over before he opened the door. Kinely was on the floor, the room echoing with the sound of quiet breathing as the dancing stopped.
David walked over to her and bent over, looking at her on the ground. Hands poised on his knees. "Well hello Kinley, fancy meeting you here."
[/b] He said with a playful smile. Where else would she be. "You and me are going out, come on." He said, not waiting for a reply, and not phrasing it as a question. -------------- word count: 318 notes: no worries, I'm sick so my word count may be low for a little while by the way[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by kinley on Oct 3, 2011 17:54:25 GMT -5
Kinley hadn't quite processed the soft noise of the door shutting as an indication that someone had entered the room until she noticed a familiar face kneeling down beside her. She took deep breathes as she scanned the features of David's face and smirked slightly at his comment. He was joking no doubt because the most accurate place to find the girl was in the dance studio. Those who didn't know Kinley would probably know that. "I could say the same about you Mr. Cliff." Now, the dance studio was definitely not a place to finder friend, unless of course he came searching for her which was a frequent habit of his lately. It wasn't something Kinley was use to. Dance was her life and she was completely content revolving her time around it but ever since she met David, he gave her no time to be a perfectionist.
"Oh are we?" She perked an eyebrow, knowing no matter what she said he wouldn't give in. "Cant I just stay one more hour," she poured playfully as she sat up and faced him. David was a definite test to Kinley and her ways of life. How they even met was beyond her. He was a music major while she was dance. Normally she never went outside of her boundaries but there was something about the male that intrigued her. None the less, dance was not possible without music so maybe it was a perfect match. "Where exactly are we going anyways." Kinley let down her long brunette hair and folded her arms around her knees, trying to procrastinated. Maybe the more she spoke the more distracted he would become and stray from leaving. It was a long short but a girl had to try.
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comments:: aw I hope you feel better. I'll keep it simple for you xD.
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Post by em on Oct 3, 2011 18:25:56 GMT -5
David laughed lightly as he fought the urge to sit beside her, but if he got down, getting her to leave with him would take forever. "Yes, we are, and no you can't get another hour." He said with a playful smile, setting down his guitar case and tucking his hands in his pockets. "I have a lot of pretty girls to maintain, don't have an hour to spare. You wouldn't want to miss your chance would you?" He teased her. Of course, he didn't have girls to go chase around. he wasn't that kind of guy. Girls found him interesting, mysterious and such, but he so didn't have rounds to make. Kinely knew that.
"I haven't decided, plus, you're stalling and I won't take no for an answer." David informed her, though she probably already knew that. "A pretty young thing like you needs to get out, now come on, put on real clothes and not dance clothes, and lets go." He said pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the door. David wasn't sure why he was so determined to get her out of the dance studio. But he was, and he wanted to see what there was behind the movement.
Kinley was a dancer, he could never separate her from dance, but he wanted to know what else was there, what she pushed to the margins for dance. Besides, life was more than dance. Someday she'd be too old and she'd realize she had nothing else.
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notes: so, i know its soon but i really like these two together <3
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Post by kinley on Oct 3, 2011 19:49:43 GMT -5
"Thirty minutes?" Kinley gave a cheeky smile, knowing she was only teasing. There was really no purpose to her trying and if he had given in, she would have been pleasantly surprised. "You know I will just be sneaking in small moves and counting my steps where ever we go." It was leverage that was true. The brunette did that on a daily basis though. When Kinley wasn't at the dance studio or actually dancing, she was either making up choreography in her head or browsing iTunes for a new song. It was an unbreakable habit but it seemed as though David thought otherwise. She couldn't really blame him for trying. From time to time she wondered why she tried so hard or whether the reasons she used to be a perfectionist were worth all of her effort. "That is a fair point. I've seen those girls lined up for you." She played off his own joke, knowing it wasn't true. That's not to say it wasn't possible because the simple fact was that David was a good looking guy with a guitar. What girl wouldn't like that?
Kinley smiled softly at his response and her failed attempted. They hadn't been friends for long but David already knew her like a book. Well maybe just the cover of it. "I will never win with you, will I?" She already knew the answer but it was a simple way to continue her delaying tactics. It would never work. If he wanted to, he'd probably drag her out. She agreed that the time she put into dance was extensive but it wasn't a bad thing. At least not to her. Kinley could only hope that his intent was for the best. It was hard to see the perspective of someone who lived life a little more freely then she had. She always wondered what it would be like to take a complete day off from dancing. Whether it would be worth it or what she would do with herself. She wasn't use to trying new things but she was sure that David would be there to catch her if she were to fall. "Alright, fine but only cause I like you." She smirked before standing and retrieving her things.
Kinley walked into the dressing room to change out of her tights and leotard. She changed into the warmer clothes she brought as a spare and walked back out. "Better?" She questioned, grabbing her iPod off the dock and walked towards him.
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comments:: outfit and I love them too! They are a good pair.
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Post by em on Oct 3, 2011 20:02:38 GMT -5
David sighed and shook his head. "No you won't, you'll be having so much fun you'll forget to count." he didn't know if he could come through with that, but he was definitely going to try. Kinley was a beautiful girl, talented too, and he'd be stupid not to see that. He smiled at her teasingly when she mentioned his line of girls, but he did get along with women, and she had to know that. She was a prime example.
"Nope, never." David said with a playful laugh. He was stubborn, but in this case, he was 100% sure he was right, so there was to be no bending to her will. Besides, every moment arguing was a moment with her, and a moment she was thinking of something other than her dancing. Granted, he didn't want to thwart her art, he just wanted to foster the human, the personality behind the dance. It didn't matter if Kinley understood that or not.
"Chop chop," he chided as she went toward the dressing room. but he couldn't help but smile. they'd become fast friends, and he was glad he didn't make her mad, or put her off. She liked him. No matter how persistent. When she returned he nodded in approval. "Much better, come on." he said, grabbing his guitar and marching toward the door with her.
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notes: does kinely have a final? david doesn't, though he might be having a fling with audrey, but if kinely's free, maybe they see other people and then get together?
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Post by kinley on Oct 3, 2011 20:58:01 GMT -5
"We'll see about that." A grin spread across her lips as she said the words. Kinley would probably catch herself from time to time counting her steps while out with him but its likely David would keep her distracted enough not to. At least he was able to all the other times they hung-out. He could sing her a song and she'd be completely content but not having done it yet, it was likely she'd want to start dancing to his music. Kinley would be the girl to break out in dance randomly. It was something she had done in public before but was not ashamed of. It was the same reaction as some of the singers in the academy breaking out in song randomly. It was natural and felt right. For years, dance was the only thing that felt right to the twenty-one year old. Everything else was new and it scared her.
It was no surprise that Kinley would never win with David. He was persistent and stubborn. She was similar but in a toned down kind of way. She was only persistent when it came to dance and giving in to David was slightly shocking. The first time he had drug her out of dance was probably the most difficult try. They argued quite a bit before Kinley gave up. With each new attempt of his, the brunette found it easier to say yes. She wasn't sure if it was because she trusted him or because she realized it was fun. The risk still frightened her though and as she walked out of the dressing room, she was still resistant to leave. As the two headed for the door, she watched another dancer file into the studio. Her attention followed the fellow comrade until they crossed the threshold. She let out a soft sigh and turned to David. "One of these days I will get you to stay and dance with me." She nodded, not completely sure that was even possible.
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comments:: outfit and I love them too! They are a good pair.
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Post by em on Oct 3, 2011 21:14:05 GMT -5
David practically doubled over laughing. "Right, like I'd dance with you. Please, I'm a mess on the dance floor. I only dance when i'm drunk or if its something that doesnt require much, like grinding or slow dancing. I don't do.. this." He said waving his hands around to represent whatever it was that went on in the dance studio. Besides, it would be like the ugly duckling by the swan in dancer terms. It would be awkward. "But maybe sometime I'll sit and watch you for that extra half hour." he smiled cheekily, not an hour. Not at all.
David led the way out of the dance studio, holding the door open for her behind him as he walked through. Now, where should they go. Somewhere he could play, maybe somewhere outdoors, it was chilly, but not too bad. though he didn't have his fingerless gloves... Maybe a cafe. He went down the winding stairs and out into the Paris air, listening for Kinley's footsteps behind him, those quiet dancer feet...
"So, I'll let you pick. Two conditions, 1. it cannot be dance related, 2. No where we have to be quiet like a library or museum." David said smiling sideway at her as he fell into step beside her.
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notes: sorry its short
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Post by kinley on Oct 3, 2011 21:38:51 GMT -5
"A few lessons with me and you'd be decent. Though I would love to see you dance while drunk. I peg you as the type dancing on the bar tops." Kinley teased. Going out for drinks hadn't been on the agenda yet and she figured it would be some fun. Even though she was twenty-one years old, the italian girl rarely drank. It was a bad habit that would only put her in bad shape for dance. There had been one time when she tried dancing while hungover and never again would it happen. She was a mess and an embarrasment. "If you think grinding is dancing then you definitely need to take a lesson from me." She smirked, nuding him slightly. Kinley loved the movie dirty dancing but it took away story-telling from dance. Then again, she had never allowed herself to become that provocative with her movement, so she couldn't really judge it. "I'll take your word on that." Kinley pointed a finger at him, expecting him to watch her dance next time.
The petite brunetter followed her friend out of the studio and down the stairs that lead them outside. The cool breeze felt amazing against her skin, especially with her body temperature high. "My choice huh?" Kinley was excited at the thought but couldn't get her hopes up with his conditions. "You know me too well." She smiled, contemplating areas that would meet up to his standards. "How about a cafe. That's more your seen. Besides, some hot coco sound nice." She nodded as walked down the street beside him.
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comments:: outfit now worries. i tend to describe too much haha.
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Post by em on Oct 4, 2011 15:27:32 GMT -5
David laughed. "Yup, I would dance on a bar top, I've done that before. You owe me a drunken duet on a bar top okay?" he said, the question was for politeness, she was totally going to do this with him one day. No if, ands or buts. Unless it was her butt of course. He smiled wryly to himself at that thought. "And I promise to watch you." He said with a smile. It would be an easy pleasure. Dancers were beautiful, that is, what they could do was beautiful. And Kinley, well, she was graceful, he knew it, and he could check her out without looking like he was. It was a win win really.
Now David wasn't trying to get into her pants or anything, but he was a man with eyes and he'd be crazy not to admire her. Any guy would kill for a day with her. He liked to think she was a lucky girl too, he was a reasonably good looking guy.
"Good choice." He affirmed, leading them to a cafe that was a favorite of his. It had wifi, good music, open mic nights, good sweets and such and big windows. David wasn't sure how to keep his companion from counting her steps as they went, but soon enough they reached the place. A faded pink wooden sign with music notes bearing the words, Jolie Mélodie, café. "This is a favorite of mine." he told her. It was warm and cozy inside, real and totally french. Other musicians obviously populated the place. A guitarist was in a corner, a woman surrounded by staff paper. A young couple with two children singing as they picked apart a pastry.
"My treat," David said, not up for debate. He reached into his pocket for his pocket as he approached the counter, ordering two hot chocolates, one for each of them, and croissant for himself and whatever else she'd like. His french was always slightly different given he learned it in Canada. The girl behind the counter held back a soft giggle.
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notes: translation: lovely melody
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Post by kinley on Oct 4, 2011 19:42:23 GMT -5
"You don't want to hear me sing," she claimed, giggling softly. Kinley wasn't even sure if she had ever sung in the shower. That was how bad she was. Or so she thought she was. "I'll leave singing to you and I'll do the dancing. I think that's a good compromise." She admitted knowing she would have no problems dancing. Knowing David, he wouldn't let her slide by with that and force her to do the compete opposite of what she was actually good at. She couldn't imagine it happening but it went both ways. Kinley would get David to dance if it was the last thing she ever did. "Good. I'd like you to watch." She allowed a soft smile to form across her lips once he promised he would watch her dance. David kept his promises and even though he had probably already seen her dance before, it was still nice for her to know he was willing to give that extra thirty minutes of dance. She respected those who took the time to appreciate dance and for that Kinley would appreciate all the other arts as well.
"I thought you'd like it." Kinley teased, knowing for sure that David would appreciate their presence in a cafe. She enjoyed them as well but only for the beverages and food. Other times she had been to one, the brunette noticed many musicians with instruments and had even watched some people sing on open mic nights. It was rare tendency of hers but it happened. Kinley knew that David would fit right in. A cafe was most likely his intention from the get go. "Lovely Melody...sounds like your kind of place." She nodded, just barely understanding the French words. Having lived in Paris for three years now, one would expect to catch up on the language well but Kinley was horrible. She found it hard to distinguish between her native language of Italian. Sometimes she would find herself speaking Italian instead of French and many would look at her with confused expressions.
"Thank you." Kinley grinned up at David and then ordered herself a croissant to go along with her hot coco as well. The weather was cooling down so the hot beverage sounded delightful. "So, are you going to sing a song for me tonight?" She pointed towards his guitar case, knowing he carried it everywhere but she liked to assume this was a special occasion.
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comments:: outfit. too cute.
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Post by em on Oct 4, 2011 20:15:08 GMT -5
David debated this for a moment before shaking his head. "Nope, I know you won't rest until you see me dance and I won't rest until I hear you sing, that simple." He said with a playful smile, almost flirting with her.
He wasn't sure how he felt being compared to a sissy name like "lovely melody", "I'd like to think I'm a little more manly that that." he said with a laugh. As he paid for their snacks and drinks, he realized she too had a different French accent. He'd never really thought about her background before, it had never come up really. But before he could ask her about it, she was asking him if he would sing for her. David smiled softly. "Yeah, I'll play a song for you, and I'll sing." His smile widened a little as he sat down across from her, propping his guitar case against the table.
He sipped his hot chocolate and broke off a little piece of his croissant. "So Kinley, where are you from? You don't have that typical French French accent, Like I have a Canadian spin on the French, you have something else." He said. David didn't travel much so it wasn't like he had an idea what other places sounded like speaking the wrong language. It seemed little funny to him that they'd been friends for a while and they hadn't been over this. granted, they just got to be good friends very quickly. It wasn't like they had known each other for ages.
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notes: sorry its sucky ><
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Post by kinley on Oct 4, 2011 20:52:06 GMT -5
"Guess you and I will be waiting awhile then." Kinley smirked softly, knowing it was true because she was not about to give in to singing that easily. She David wouldn't go down without a fight either but it was possible. Kinley loved the smile across his face as they bantered back and worth to each other. Teasing was something that came naturally between them but she was quite sure if it come from a flirtatious manner or not. The more she hung-out with David the more Kinley knew how lucky she was. She may have been resilient to trying new things and no doubt she had been a pain in the butt at times but her companion worked with it. He was persistent but at least it wasn't in an attempt to sleep with her. She had been aware of her looks since her preteens when maturity kicked in but she hated when guys assumed she would give in. It was refreshing to have a guy around who's eyes were locked on hers and not her boobs. David was a genuine guy and Kinley would be stupid not to be attracted to him.
"I meant your singing but I guess you don't want that to be called 'lovely' either." At least she assumed his musical talent was excellent. Being enrolled in the academy was definitely saying something about ones talent. She had no doubts he was good either way. And you are indeed manly." Thankfully. Not that she was looking for guys to date but the ones Kinley had been attracted to for talent, specifically dance, didn't really swing her way. Boys were a touchy subject. She always wanted to find someone she really cared for, especially since her parents were planning an arranged marriage if dance fell threw. "That's a smart idea." She offered a warm smile. She wouldn't have known any of his songs even if she wanted to sing.
After receiving their snacks, Kinley followed David to an empty table and sat across from him. She ripped a small piece from her croissant and placed it into her mouth. It was warm and delicious. "I've never spoken French until I moved here," Kinley admitted as she started to answer her question. "I'm from Italy. Our native language is similar but French is still hard to grasp." She took a sip of her hot chocolate, keeping her eyes locked on him. "You must have it easy coming from Canada and already know French." She smirked, knowing it was better than coming in with an Italian background.
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comments:: outfit. no worries.
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Post by em on Oct 5, 2011 17:59:54 GMT -5
"Yeah I guess," David laughed. They were both stubborn and persistent so neither would give up or give in. It proved to be fun, and nevertheless, it promised more time together. David could deal with that for sure, he enjoyed her company, and she was easy on the eyes... Their teasing was starting to sound like flirting, but he didn't trust that. Kinley was dedicated to her dancing, she didn't have time for a relationship, and she didn't seem like the fling type either. All dance all the time, so the idea that she was flirting was ridiculous.
"Ah," David said once she explained. "I figure my singing can be lovely." He shrugged lightly. But she hadn't even heard him sing yet, so how would she know? But it was still flattering. David was in the academy for guitar, not voice, though he did sing. It had a rough, untrained quality, but was still easy on the ears. it was his style. He took a few lessons at La Luminuese for voice though of course, why waste the opportunity? He grinned when she said he was manly, feeling a little proud. Paris, and certainly romance language cultures in general, an artistic man could be manly. he didn't have to be macho, he could be tender. A great man could be both. "Have any song requests?" he asked, in case she had a preference. he tried to think of songs he knew that she might know, as well as personal works that she might like. David wanted to impress her.
He nodded slowly. "Ah Italia," He chuckled. "Yeah well Spanish, Italian, French, and Portuguese are all romance languages, they tend to be similar." He said, but she knew that already. "I bet you lapse into Italian, i would."[/b] He said with a smile. "And yeah, it was easy, i know French, spoke English at home though, so it still takes practice. Everyone thinks I pronounce everything wrong though." he said shaking his head slightly before he took a gulp of his hot chocolate.
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notes: i wrote this at work, so hopefully it makes sense lol
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Post by kinley on Oct 5, 2011 19:18:16 GMT -5
"I'm not sure we will know the same songs.." Kinley chewed on her lower lip as she looked away to contemplate a song he might know. She listened to a variety of songs because she needed them for dance but she normally stuck to contemporary. "Do you know Crash Into Me by the Dave Matthews Band?" She quirked an eye brow as both hands cupped around her hot coco for warmth. It was nice and toasty in the cafe but it took awhile for Kinely's body to warm up. She had poor circulation so it was common for her hands and feet to be cold all the time. Even in the summer. The twenty-one year refrained from touching many people because of it but luckily she wasn't normally physically close with anyone. Except for her dance partner whom had gotten use to her frosty touch.
"So we should be really good at romance then." Kinley perked before realizing what she had actually said. "I mean...not me and you. I mean us italians and the french. Romance should come easy for us right?" She scrambled for the right words but felt failure anyways. Her cheeks radiated a rosy tone and to hide it she turned away, pretending to be interested in the everyone else around them. Clearly romance wasn't something Kinley was good at but she never really gave herself the time to improve either. "I speak Italian all the time. The French stare me strangely when I do." She giggled slightly but mainly out of nerves. "Then you and I float on the same boat, so its ok." She nodded, surprised that someone who naturally spoke French would find it difficult due to geographical differences.
Kinley always wondered what it could be like to travel the world and visit different countries. She always fantasized about returning to her mother's home land of Cuban but it was hard to get approval when there was so much unresolved history within the family. There was still a part of her that wanted to meet unacquainted family, particularly her real father. "Do you miss you're home?" Kinley questioned, becoming increasingly curious about David with each passing moment.
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comments:: outfit. poor kinley getting embarrassed.
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