COLORS [vivi]

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb= style,background-color: #f1eded; width: 460px; height: 230px; padding-left: 10px, bTable][STYLE=background-color:#f7f3ec; width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;]The dance studios, oh how Cass loved to troll around the dance studios. There was no other way to say what he did in a place where he didn’t belong. Cass technically was supposed to limit his activities to the art studio, maybe occasionally the photography classrooms since that’s where everyone expected him to be, being with Gareth and all that but certainly dance studios weren’t a place where anyone would look for him. Unless of course, you knew Cass and you knew where to look. The truth was that Cass had a little weakness thing for dancing. He wasn’t good at it; in fact he pretty much moved like he was a fish out of water while suffering from epilepsy but that didn’t stop him. In fact, nothing stopped him ever which was one of his many good qualities (he said many, but apparently he was the only one who thought that~). He liked dancing, period. That’s all he needed to know to try it in his free time, usually Wednesdays and Fridays when Gareth had classes until late and he was left with pretty much nothing to do. Lucky for him, Cass had found a good gentle soul to help him with his dancing problems a little while ago. Maureen Dupont, a third year student had easily turned into Cass’ instructor, and to put it bluntly Cass adored her. Today was one of those Fridays in which Cass left the safety and comfort of the paint filled art walls and wandered into the elegant dance hallways. “Maureeeen~” Cass called softly, a habit he got after being shushed a gazillion times by either professors or other dancers. This people were so stuck up, or at least they were completely different from the carefree and slightly insane people from the art department. Oh well. “Maureeeeeen~” Cass called again, surprised that the girl wasn’t in the usual classroom. Frowning at empty room Cass tiptoed in, dropping the bag containing his clothes and assorted art supplied to the side and peeking inside every possible corner. “GOD DAMMIT WOMAN WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!!” He finally exploded, not really caring for the fact that a) there were classes going on nearby; b) he technically wasn’t supposed to be here; and c) Maureen told him she’d be busy today. Oh right… she DID mention something about being busy. Silleh Cass…. Blinking like a deer in headlights at the realization of what he just remembered, Cass proceeded to frown again and cross his arms in front of his chest like a pouty child. Of course his yelling had to attract someone, and Cass turned to the classroom entrance to see that he was no longer alone. Dropping the frown he tilted his head with a renewed smile. “Hello there~” He said, rather innocently and ignoring his little outburst from a second ago. “Sorry about the spazz. I can’t find my teacher… wanna help me?” He asked with that childish glee in his eyes that was so characteristic to Cass, all while making grabby hands at the stranger because he obviously ignored the fact that he might come out as a little creepy first year student with English accent… [/style]

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[vivienne cecelia luv]

Your eyes are blue like the ocean
And baby I'm lost out at sea
Did the sun just come out or did you smile at me
I've been trying to ask you but I can't seem to speak
Was it love at first sight 'cause I walked by last week
I'm singing Fa la la la la

Vivi bit her lip as she danced around in the studio, practicing the steps she just learned. She wanted the dance to be perfect. She was a perfectionist. She needed to point her toes more and stretch out her legs. She bit her lip as she slid into her splits. She felt the stretch on her inner thigh. She felt anxious as she thought about the steps in her head. She needed to take a break but her teacher would be so mad. Last time she disappeared for a minute to get a drink, her teacher went crazy over it.

Vivi loved to dance. She wanted to try other things like acting and photography though. She had modeled a few time for her friends. She haven't thought about modeling for real in real life. Maybe she should consider it? A lot of people told her she was a gorgeous and that she should model in the real life. She asked them why they think she should model but they replied saying her sexy body, long legs and a cute face. She bit her lip as she thought about her looks. She didn't think look too bad. She wasn't ugly. That she knew.

Vivi spent a lot of time in the dance studio either practicing choreography or building her own choreography. She was going to do a solo soon and she wanted it to be perfect. She was a perfectionist after all. She took a deep breath as she stood up and grabbed her ipod. She was going to listen to the song she was choreographing to and see if any ideas popped into her head. She sighed as she listened to a piano song but couldn't think of any new movements that would go with it.

Vivi sighed as she tried to concentrate on the music until she heard someone shouting. She was about to run toward the sound when she dropped her ipod on the hard, wood floor. She muttered curse words under her breath as she picked up her ipod and examined it. Her ipod was special to her because she bought it with her money that she earned from her job. She bit her lip as she shoved it into her pocket and ran down the hall, looking into the open doors until she stopped and spotted a boy by himself. She entered the room and smiled at him.

"Hello," she greeted back. She smiled as she listened to his question. "Okay. So what kind of dance would you like to learn? I'm pretty good at jazz, ballet, salsa and ballroom," she explained. Vivi was excited to teach someone. She didn't have any choreography prepared but that's okay. She could think of one when she goes along. She found it easier to teach someone when she had some sort of choreography in her mind. She could just teach him the basic steps before she make anything complicated. She wondered what he knows about dancing. What dance does he know and is interested in? She bit her lip as she waited for him to respond.

Tagged: Ciaran
Words: 555
Outfit: Click!
Notes: Sorry it took forever x.x
Lyrics: Cute by Stephen Jerzak

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/1817/1817215.png?1316719200); width: 460px; height: 30px; padding-right:10px ,bTable]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb= style,background-color: #f1eded; width: 460px; height: 230px; padding-left: 10px, bTable][STYLE=background-color:#f7f3ec; width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;]Oh than lord dance students were nice… well actually, Cass had encountered a lot of bitchy dance students who simply didn’t agree with his overly carefree lifestyle. In fact, nine out of ten dance students made it a daily routine to glare at Cass whenever he strolled down the hallways. Lucky Cass just had to find the only two dance students that didn’t have a stick up their asses. His initial and very slight anger at Maureen for being absent was completely and absolutely gone now that he found someone else to keep him entertained. It wasn’t the prospect of missing his dance class what made Cass mad, it was the idea of simply having nothing to do. He wasn’t some ADHD kid who simply couldn’t sit still even though he acted like one most of the times, but Cass certainly didn’t like to sit on his ass and do nothing all afternoon when he clearly could be doing something fun~ “Well that was easy~ I thought I’d need to do some more convincing and throw some of my Cass-charm in there to make you agree.” He grinned, happy at the fact that he didn’t have to whine and nag for her to agree to teach him. Certainly made his life a little easier. “Uh…” He trailed off for a second, looking at the neat ceiling and trying to put an order to his ideas. What exactly had Maureen taught him? “I know how to stretch without cracking my back in the process?” He snorted, remembering the first time his other lovely professor agreed to teach him and Cass pretty much hurt his back with the simple act of stretching. “No, I know something else… umh Maureen was teaching me some neat positions so I don’t look like a derpasaurus rex, annnnd I was going to be a pretty ballerina~” The tilt of his head and the innocent grin on his face made it hard to tell if he was joking or not. Knowing Cass, it was half and half. “But… what’s salsa?” He tilted his head again, this time to the other side and with a curious look on his face. Cass was pretty convinced salsa was some Mexican stuff you added to tacos but he was also pretty sure it wasn’t what she was referring to. It was moments like these when it was easy to tell that someone had all of Cass’ attention; he wasn’t looking around, he wasn’t cracking dumb jokes, he wasn’t flirting with the girl and he definitely wasn’t thinking about food for once. Dance would’ve so been the perfect career for him if he didn’t have to left feet. At least he could still pick it up as a hobby right? “Oh, I’m Cass by the way. I think I didn’t say my name…” He trailed off yet again while holding up his hand for the girl to shake. “First year, art, and how about you teach me some of that salsa thingy?” Cass smile couldn’t be more contagious, at least that one could count as a good trait right? It was just the effect dancing had in him, it was almost as good as painting! Except he didn’t end up sweaty and gasping for air while painting but oh well~ [/style]

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