Leaps and Bounds [Open]
Mar 29, 2016 10:16:43 GMT -5
Post by Rory Lennox on Mar 29, 2016 10:16:43 GMT -5
Rory had been thrilled to find out that the some of the training rooms contained space that was suitable for dance. She could feel the difference in the flooring, and the mirrors that lined one of the walls reminded her of her home studio. Well, it wasn’t exactly like her studio; it was pretty bare, but she would take what she could get happily.
Trying to keep up with her practice in her dorm wasn’t as easy as she thought it was going to be. Sure, it was fine for stretching, but Rory definitely needed a little more space. Most of the training rooms were empty, so she assumed she was allowed to be here as long as a lesson wasn’t going on.
She pulled her long hair up into a pony tail, tying it off with the band around her wrist and throwing her bag on the ground in the corner. She would get her speaker out of it later, after she stretched.
She was a little rusty, since she’d really only been keeping up with her stretching since she got here. But now that she knew about this nifty little room, she could work out more of a schedule. And it was quiet here - at least as quiet as it could get - so she was ecstatic about that. Dancing also tended take up most of her focus, so she wasn’t worried about the constant murmuring distracting her here.
Her stretches took a little bit longer than she thought they would, almost a half an hour. But she needed it. Now that she wasn’t able to take her flexibility class, she was losing some of it. She probably should add in a little extra time for it the next time.
But there were other things to work on, and she dug through her bag to find her small speaker, quickly hooking it up to her phone. She didn’t set the volume too loud, not wanting to attract attention, but loud enough that it filled the room. She’d decided earlier in the day to work on leaps, since she hadn’t been able to in a while. Leaping around her dorm room would definitely result in injuries, to either herself or one of her roommates.
Rory had been practicing her straddle leap a few times when she felt someone behind her, or rather she saw them in the mirror. Her focus and the music had distracted her from whatever the person’s thoughts were, but she whirled around to face them, eyes wide. “Sorry...am I not supposed to be here?" Maybe there was a class or a session starting shortly?
Trying to keep up with her practice in her dorm wasn’t as easy as she thought it was going to be. Sure, it was fine for stretching, but Rory definitely needed a little more space. Most of the training rooms were empty, so she assumed she was allowed to be here as long as a lesson wasn’t going on.
She pulled her long hair up into a pony tail, tying it off with the band around her wrist and throwing her bag on the ground in the corner. She would get her speaker out of it later, after she stretched.
She was a little rusty, since she’d really only been keeping up with her stretching since she got here. But now that she knew about this nifty little room, she could work out more of a schedule. And it was quiet here - at least as quiet as it could get - so she was ecstatic about that. Dancing also tended take up most of her focus, so she wasn’t worried about the constant murmuring distracting her here.
Her stretches took a little bit longer than she thought they would, almost a half an hour. But she needed it. Now that she wasn’t able to take her flexibility class, she was losing some of it. She probably should add in a little extra time for it the next time.
But there were other things to work on, and she dug through her bag to find her small speaker, quickly hooking it up to her phone. She didn’t set the volume too loud, not wanting to attract attention, but loud enough that it filled the room. She’d decided earlier in the day to work on leaps, since she hadn’t been able to in a while. Leaping around her dorm room would definitely result in injuries, to either herself or one of her roommates.
Rory had been practicing her straddle leap a few times when she felt someone behind her, or rather she saw them in the mirror. Her focus and the music had distracted her from whatever the person’s thoughts were, but she whirled around to face them, eyes wide. “Sorry...am I not supposed to be here?" Maybe there was a class or a session starting shortly?