The Spirit Of The Dance (Open)

[Rune LeBeau]

The past few months had been fairly uneventful for Rune. Other than starting his new life at Hammel or course. The young man was doing his best to make good grades and to keep himself out of trouble, so naturally any of his free time was spent practicing his dancing. This usually meant losing his way to the auditorium, well at least the first few times. By now though, he had a system worked out. Every Monday and Friday afternoon he would slink off to the auditorium with a boom box in hand and a various selection of music in a duffle bag.

Rune didn't really like to stick to any particular dance style though, and the music he brought with him portrayed that very well. At least he liked to think so. Today was gonna be to be a mix day, this meant mixing the different styles of dance with one song. Climbing up on the stage, Rune heard a ripping sound and glanced down at his jeans.  Sure enough, the knee busted out, but he wasn't upset. In fact, he'd been waiting for it to happen for it to happen for weeks now.

It put a little smile on his face as he started to do his pre-dance stretches. Nothing to strenuous, just basic ones to warm up. Then he slowly stood up and walked to his old dirty, and sticker covered boom box and hit play. Since it was October, he had decided on a theme song from a horror movie. A classic in fact. "Tubular Bells" from The Exorcist , it was a remix of course, but it started off slow and moved it's way to a more dubstep like beat. Perfect for a mix of classic free style dancing and a more street styled hip hop. 

Rune began his dancing, getting totally lost in the rhythm, his mind totally focused on the music and the beat.

[Truman May]

There were very, very few people at Hammel that Truman considered his friends. Still, there were plenty of people that he was friendly with when the situation called for it. And most of those people probably had no clue that Truman hated their guts.

Two such people were his roommates. True, Xun was quiet enough and kept to himself. And Rune had awesome hair. Still they were both metas and therefore dangerous and not to be trusted. But since he was forced to live with both of them, he was very pleasant and friendly with them.

Truman often went to the auditorium to do homework or practice his speech giving skills. He enjoyed the wide open space and the fact that not many of the students considered the room not the coolest place to hang out. So he had been a little shocked to find someone there. Let alone someone dancing around on the stage. Especially such an odd song. It was...interesting. Usually Truman wasn't much of a dubstep fan, but it was interesting to hear it paired with the theme of a horror movie.

He stood off to the side, waiting for the boy to finish his routine so he could see just how long Rune planned to be taking over the space.

[Rune LeBeau]

As he started to spin during the last bit of the song, Rune focused hard on the lights as they started to seep from his fingertips. Making sure to change their colors to an appropriate shades of orange and black. The black was very hard to manage and right before the song ended, the boy with the colorful hair just gave up. Almost instantly, the lights faded away and he panted as he looked around the auditorium. It almost caught him off guard when he noticed someone else there, not just any someone either. One of his roomies, the other quiet one in fact. Truman, at least he was pretty sure he remembered the name correctly.

Now, Rune might be pretty coordinated when it came to dancing, but on average...he could be a klutz. It was really no surprise to him, that when he went to jump off the stage, he landed with a little grace, but the moment he took a step, he tripped and fell face first into a nearby stack of chairs. Laughing a bit, he straightened himself up and glanced over to Truman and waved. "Hiya." Rune beamed with the most cheerful grin he could muster. Mostly trying because he was a bit exhausted from dancing, and from just embarrassing himself. Luckily it was someone he sort of knew instead of a total stranger.

"Didn't realize anyone came in here other than myself." He didn't move any closer to the other boy, because Truman always seemed a bit nervous around him. For the life of him, Rune couldn't figure out why anyone would be. He always thought himself pleasant enough, and for the most part, he was a nice guy. Sure, he had the typical dry and sarcastic sense of British humor, but most people here seemed to enjoy it. "I can bugger off, if you would like to be alone." He spoke softly as stopped a few feet away. The other was sort of giving that vibe off, and Rune did not want to intrude on his space.