I Command You to [DANCE]

[Clarisse Prideaux]

Frankly, Clarisse was the last person that anyone would expect to dance anything but ballroom dance. But she had been young once, and she had know the club district in Paris, even if it was on the sly. Make no mistake: This woman could move. And she liked to do so regularly. That was why she’d decided, for the first class, she’d at least let the kids have some fun. It wasn’t going to be hip-hop, but pop was as close as they could come for now. Besides, Clarisse didn’t think she could handle that much booty shaking. She was still a lady after all.

So much of a lady, that there would be some students walking in through the rehearsal room door who’d never seen her in pants. A sun dress, stockings, and heels weren’t really conducive to the video-style dancing Clarisse had planned for the first routine. So today, it was a workout outfit, with baggier pants and a wildly pink tank-top, it would have been difficult to recognize Clarisse. From the top of her tight pony-tail, to the tips of her cheetah-print dance paws…it was all a little surreal. All the same, Clarisse looked about as excited as a toddler on Christmas. She loved to dance, and she couldn’t wait to share it with the students.

She leaned on the dance bar she’d had set up, hoping the free-standing bars wouldn’t wobble too much for the newer students. Rolling her toes against the floor, she heaved a heavy sigh. Hopefully the day of introductions and free, fun dancing would keep the students coming back. There was no use in having a dance team if no one danced on it.

[OoC:: Party-style thread. Post at your will and leisure. There will be Pop dancing later. ;D Promise.]

[Avery Sainsbury]

Avery approached the the room very carefully and shyly. She was very nervous on the fact she really didn't have dancing experience. Her hand on her black purse she stuck her head into the room. Looking around she saw what appeared to be a teacher. Giving a heavy sigh she slowly walked in and went up to the person who seemd to her to be a teacher. Avery was very nervous that because she really didn't dance that she wouldn't be allowed too.

Walking up to the lady Avery nervously smiled. "Hi. I'm..uh..Avery. I signed up for the dance club...." Avery really didn't know what else to say. She was pretty nervous and maybe even a little scared. She never was any sort of clubs before Hammel. Usually she would be to busy to participate in school activities. Fiddling with her hair and putting it in a bun Avery sighed again. Then thinking amount she wondered if her outfit where what she was suppose to wear.

[Annabelle Coronova]

Bells was no stranger to this rehearsal room, as she would come here from time to time to de-stress and focus on her favorite past time. Naturally she would prefer to figure skate, but as she had yet to find a rink on campus, and hadn't been able to make her way to the town in search of one, ballet would have to do. She was actually getting pretty good at it again, since it had been a bit since she'd really been that deep into it. But maybe that would change with this Dance Club she had joined, last minute, almost as an impulse decision. She had experience, at least with a few genres of dance. Maybe that would help her get used to the environment and more of the people at Hammel.

She strode into the classroom gracefully, noticing immediately that there were already two people there. One, a blonde, talking to the person whom Anna assumed was the professor in charge of the classroom. Both were decked in sweats, as Bells assumed was the most appropriate clothing for the occasion. Well unfortunately, Anna didn't have much of that kind of clothing, so wore one of her leotards, a pair of yoga pants, a cut off sweatshirt, and her pair of relatively new jazz shoes. She knew she would most likely need them, when she wasn't doing ballet she enjoyed fiddling with other dance styles, plus, in a group like this, there was bound to be a need for more than just ballet shoes, and it wasn't like she could use her ice skates here. Overall, she looked like she fit in with everyone else for the most part. Figuring this was a come as you please class, it was assumed that when she came in, the instructor wouldn't have to have her sign in. If she did, then Bells would just go over there and do so, but for now, she took up one of the bars near the far right and began to stretch and warm up.

[Eric Bower]

You could say Eric had never been professionally trained to dance before. You'd also be completely right. The only dancing Eric had ever done was shaking it to his ipod or his stereo in his room. He was pretty uncoordinated, but it was fun and he enjoyed it very much. When he heard about this dance club, he was like 'awesome! I can learn how to do it for real, now!' It was only after he had signed up for him that it occurred to him that it was a 'club' and not a 'class,' that being, he was worried the rest of the people that came out of the wood work were hardcore, since-before-they-could-talk dancers. Eric kinda chewed his nails until this day arrived.

He was still had a nagging since of unease, but he also really wanted to dance with people. He liked making friends. So he'd dressed like he was about to go working out with Zac, in basket ball shorts and a baggy T-shirt, he only had his converse as shoes, so they would have to do. He took his ipod with him (because he never liked leaving it by its lonesome) and headed there biting on his lip. When he made it to the room, he peeked inside like he shouldn't be there and spotted Avery, which just calmed him down. She was awesome.

"Avery! Wazzup?" He demanded as he came in the door the rest of the way. He went over to her and held his arms out for a hug, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. He then noticed that there were other people in the room and one in particular wasn't a teenager which meant she was the instructor, so he straightened himself up and put on a more serious expression. "Eric Bower, reporting for dah-ncing." He was in a better mood now that he had a friend in the class, in so good of a mood in fact, his voice had less Eric and more Arnold Schwarzenegger in it. He then cleared his throat and looked bashfully embarrassed, because he hadn't meant for that to happen.

[Jezebel Tonino]

Jaz could dance. She couldn’t sing, or play an instrument, but she could dance. She didn’t know why but she picked up on moves easily. If she saw a routine in a music video she’d be able to do them just by watching it over and over again. It was how she stayed stick skinny. It might have been unhealthy to be so thin, but Jaz didn’t really care. She ate well enough, she just had a really quick metabolism. Today her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with her bangs pinned to the side. She was wearing a baby blue cropped sports tank and camo baggy cargo pants. She was wearing her not-so-typical high-top shoes. Honestly she looked like a classy street dancer.

She had joined dance club for the simple reason of dancing. Moving her body, feeling the beat, everything about it intoxicated her. She was only a little bit weird in that sense... Jaz was Jaz though, she was always weird. Walking into the rehearsal room she saw to girls there that she didn’t know in the slightest and a guy there. The guy was kind of adorable in a baby brother sort of way. Her first thought was that he was a genius for joining the dance club if he wanted to meet girls. ”I’m Jaz.” Jaz said introducing herself before going to stretch to warm up. She had worked with the bars before... for a photo shoot and even before that. She took a few different dance classes to get a feel of her style, hip hop seemed to be the one she blended into the most.

[Clarisse Prideaux]

Clarisse smiled sweetly when the first student entered. A bit of nervousness she’d been harboring suddenly subsided, making itself known just before it melted away. She hadn’t realized she’d been nervous no one would show up; it was odd because there had been a fairly large interest in the dance team..at least it was so evident by the sign-up sheet.

”Hi. I'm..uh..Avery. I signed up for the dance club...."

“Welcome, Avery.” She greeted, motioning for her to get up on the stage. “You’re in the right place.” The door swung open and a much more confident looking blonde strode in and headed straight for the bar. There was a girl who was clearly a dancer; her clothing told the story too: probably a ballerina. Just as well. Clarisse wanted the team to be varied in talents.

Two more dancers streamed in, one introduced herself, one seemed more excited to see a friend, and then followed suit.

"Avery! Wazzup?" …"Eric Bower, reporting for dah-ncing."

”I’m Jaz.

She chuckled a bit at Eric’s silly voice. That was alright. That meant he was a performer. That was a good trait to have too. “Welcome to the dance team! I’m Doctor Prideaux…Clarisse will do fine during practice.” She explained, jerking her head to get Eric and Jaz to reach the stage. “Come up here and stretch yourselves out a little bit.” Clarisse finally moved from her place down stage and stood closer to the edge. “We’ll do names when more people arrive, but be very sure to stretch out your ankles, wrists, and neck, as well as everything else. Some of the moves we’ll be doing today will require those joints be good and loose.” Clarisse rolled her head around on her neck, stretching it out as best she could. “If you have any questions, or requests, don’t hesitate to ask.” She instructed. “This team is about all of us working together, not me telling you what to do all the time.”

[Avery Sainsbury]

Avery nodded and went up on the stage to start strentching out. To her own surprise she was pretty flexable. Still she was a little nervous. Then came in Eric. A big smile appeared on her face. She waited inpatiently for him to get on stage too. She decided not to wait and ran down to him to give him a big hug. "Eric! I was so not expecting to see you here. I didn't know that this is something your where interested in Dance."

Avery hopped back on the stage and resumed strentching. THen stopping she waved to the other girls. "Hi Jaz I' Avery." Now avery's little fears where gone. Now she was just really excited. She never danced before and it was definetly something she was interested in. "Eric if you want you can come stretch by me." Avery had a feeling she just sounded like a dork but she didn't care. It was just nice to see a familiar face was all.

[Jared Park]

Jared couldn’t believe he’s running late again. Granted he’s almost always late for class anyway that he’s grown rather apathetic about the whole thing really, but this one’s different. Unlike the previous times wherein he could really care less about how sin(A+B) can be made into sinAcosB+cosAsinB or how Darwin formulated his ever-so-famous Theory of Natural Selection, he’s a bit more invested in this club meeting compared to his other ‘school-related’ activities. It isn’t really rare for Jared to join clubs and all that, it’s just dancing holds a bit of a special place in Jared’s heart than others.

He wouldn’t really go as much length to say that it is somewhat his refuge during the tough times (as he has yet to experience something worse than just finding out that he has no pencil lead left in the middle of an exam), but his skills in the said area are the only things he’d be willing to brag about. While he would blush profusely when you compliment him about his supposed friendliness and generally accommodating personality, when you tell him about his dance moves, he’d simply smile and go on. It’s the one aspect of life wherein he’s confident that he’ll do good, even great. Which is why he’s so angry at himself for having a rather long afternoon nap, hence him being late at the club’s first meeting. In his haste, he just slipped on a black-and-white striped shirt, black shorts and some comfortable sneakers and rushed to the rehearsal room behind the classrooms. Hopefully they haven’t started yet.

Dragging his black bag behind him, he ran through the halls, narrowly missing a chair accidentally flung by a telekinetic and almost stepped on a spider (which was actually a student in his class). For all his rushing, he seems to be avoiding most accidents. He was almost to the door of the rehearsal room when a student suddenly phased through the wall and appeared in front of him. While he didn’t hit the guy really (thank goodness he was a meta with fairly good control of his power), the surprise did sent him straight to the door, causing him to bump into it with a rather loud thud. “Oops,” he said, rubbing his head as he opened the door, “Yey for a grand entrance?”

[Trevor Tabassi]

For a guy to join the dance team was practically the male form of social suicide. Anything that wasn't considered to follow the "macho man" masculine requirements made you, well, gay. And being gay was the lowest of the low on the male food chain. Or it simply made you comfortable enough with your sexuality that you could go about doing the things you like, whether or not they follow the man code. Sadly, it seemed Trevor was the only straight guy in the world who thought that way. But with every other straight guy being a homophobe, it was only to be expected.

Trevor just entered the room while the adult figure seemed to be finishing up some sort of lecture or set of instructions. He wasn't sure whether it was important or not, since he hadn't gathered the first and middle portion of her speech. Oh well, it didn't matter much to him. He was confident when it came to his athletic ability, so he felt like he wouldn't have needed any information she gave. Trevor had been dancing off and on for six years, and although it wasn't his favorite thing to do, it kept him in shape. Plus, it helped him a lot in certain areas of sport.

He scanned the room and was surprised to see that he wasn't the only guy. The other guys might have been smaller than him with more feminine features, but hey, they were still guys. In fact, the male to female ratio was equal if you excluded the instructor. He dropped the Adidas bag that had been slung over his shoulder in the corner of the room. It carried contents that he couldn't keep in the pocket of his black sweatpants, such as his keys, cell phone, wallet, and a change of clothes. Trevor leaned up against the wall and tugged at his white wifebeater awkwardly, waiting for something to happen.

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[Ophelia Beauregarde]

Ophelia looked around slightly confused. She had just been to her room and dropped off her suitcase an quickly gotten changed for dance club. S had had a small map in one hand and her cane in the other. She looked around again and spotted a classroom she recognised from the map. "So if I'm right, dance club should be down here..." She trailed off whilst speaking to herself. She hated being a new student, but she hoped she would be able to get the lay out of the school into her head quickly.

She pushed open a door and saw a group off people who were all dressed similarly to herself. She was wearing some baggy black trousers and a red t-shirt. She wore some simple white trainers and her waist-length blonde hair was tied up in a simple pony tail. She quickly walked over to the side off the room, walking heavily on her cane and placed it on the floor. Leaning against a wall she pulled out a vial of purple medicine from her shoulder bag and took a couple of gulps. She put the bottle back into her bag and then placed that on the floor next to her cane. She waited a couple of minutes before walking anywhere to make sure the medicine had started to work. She took a cautionary step before deciding it would be safe for her to walk over to the bar and not fall over.

[Jezebel Tonino]

“Welcome to the dance team! I’m Doctor Prideaux…Clarisse will do fine during practice.” The older woman said. She didn’t look old, she looked quite young and pretty. She could have been a model. She still could have, if she really wanted to. Maybe Jaz would call her mom about it... Well if she had her instructors permission. “Come up here and stretch yourselves out a little bit.” Clarisse said and Jaz complied leaving her spot and moving up towards the stage. She was unusually silent today. Maybe she was just taking things to seriously. She need to be lose, she need to be flexible, and she needed to just relax. “We’ll do names when more people arrive, but be very sure to stretch out your ankles, wrists, and neck, as well as everything else. Some of the moves we’ll be doing today will require those joints be good and loose.” Clarisse said again. Jaz began with rolling her head, then her ankles, before touching her toes and working on leg stretches.“If you have any questions, or requests, don’t hesitate to ask.” She instructed. “This team is about all of us working together, not me telling you what to do all the time.” Jaz chuckled at the last sentence. She was used to being instructed to do different things so being bossed around wasn’t something she needed to worry about.

"Hi Jaz I' Avery." The blonde girl said. Jaz smiled ”It’s nice to meet you.” Jaz said continuing her stretches. Jaz wanted to do well, she wanted to dance, she wanted to perform. Since she pretty much quit modelling, she’s lacked anything that involved performing in front of others. It kinda made her sad... But with Dance club she didn’t have to worry about it anymore. Her head jerked up when she heard a familiar voice chime in ”Oops,” it said “Yey for a grand entrance?” Jared said and Jaz’s smile grew wider.
She rolled her eyes at him but laughed. ”Yey! Now get over here and stretch with me” Jaz said teasingly at Jared. Jaz then saw another guy walked in. He was attractive, like really attractive. He could have been a model too. Jaz had to get her mind away from modelling or else Daymen would pop back into her head.... Jaz didn’t even want to think about him. She smiled at the guy she had never met before, as she continued to stretch out her arms and legs

[Eric Bower]

Eric was inwardly happy he wasn't the only guy in the room, after a dramatic entrance, and one not so much. He didn't know either of them (but the one looked pretty familiar, maybe he had a class?) but at least he wasn't the only one. Not that Eric had a problem with being the only guy there, it just was a relieving thought to him. When Clarisse (he waved awkwardly at her, since she was one of the people that helped stitch up his face--he really hadn't recognized her dressed like that) did a short introduction he smiled and moved up on the stage. He dropped to the floor and started to stretch up on stage, a big smile on his face.

He wasn't sure exactly if his prework out warmups would be alright to do, but from what Clarisse had said about what they need to stretch out, it seemed like it would. After he had stretched his hamstrings, he jumped to his feet and started rolling his head around. He then scooted closer to Avery and whispered, "Hey, can you help me? Like push my hands up, to stretch my arms." He mimed by clasping his hands behind his back and lifting them as high as he could (which really wasn't that far.)

[Clarisse Prideaux]

Two more boys and another girl walked in. That was excellent. The gender ratio was nearly even. Not that it would matter for their first few performances, but if they ever wanted to do ballroom, it would come in handy. It seemed like the girls had more confidence in themselves, as the boys (except for Eric) were hesitant to come to the stage. Clarisse beckoned them gently, waving her hand as if to a puppy or baby. “Don’t be shy.” She entreated, gesturing to the others stretching. “If you don’t stretch well you’ll look silly.”

She looked around the rehearsal area, taking a quick head count. They only seemed to be a few short of the number of sign-ups. Might as well bring it in. Clarisse clapped one and smiled, gesturing towards herself. “Come closer everyone. Sit in a circle. Let’s get better acquainted while we stretch.” She slid gracefully to the ground, stretching her legs out in front of her. She tilted her head to one side, then the other, and clicked her tongue against her teeth. “So we’ll do something traditional: around the circle with names and…the dance style you like best.” She said with a short nod, rolling her wrists in easy circles. “My name is Clarisse, and I like to Salsa.”

[Trevor Tabassi]

A girl who was already stretching smiled in his direction. He gave a half smile, and did that head nodding thing most guys did when they acknowledged you. But his attention swerved from the fit girl to a blonde who walked in supported by a cane. Trevor couldn't help but raise a brow at her. How in the hell did she think she was going to dance with a cane? It wasn't as if he was discriminating against the handicapped, but he was genuinely perplexed by her. She walked over to the wall that he was leaning against, and he watched her down a tube of purple liquid. Then, she proceeded to walk forward. "So, uh, not to be rude or anything but.. What's wrong with you?" After hearing himself, he did notice how much of an asshat he sounded like. "I mean.. what's your handicap?" Alright, so his asshattery had diminished, but he still sounded like an idiot. Thankfully, the dance instructor spoke up.

"Don't be shy. If you don't stretch well you'll look silly."

It didn't take him more than a second to know she was talking to him. He joined the rest of the club on stage and started to stretch, but he wasn't that flexible. Perhaps he was flexible by guy standards, but he was nowhere near as flexible as some of these girls. Not long after he began stretching, the instructor clapped her hands together and told them to sit in a circle. Trevor complied. He then stretched his legs out in front of him.

"So we’ll do something traditional: around the circle with names and…the dance style you like best." She said. "My name is Clarisse, and I like to Salsa." Well, at least now he had a name to put to the face.

Seeing as no one else spoke up to go next, he assumed it was his turn. He cleared his throat and spoke loud enough so everyone could hear him. "My name's Trevor, and I like hip-hop and jazz." His British accent was easily distinguishable in his voice. Sometimes he tried to cover it up because Americans sometimes made a big deal out of foreigners, but this time he didn't. Trevor reached forward to touch his toes, and listened to the rest of the group introduce themselves.

[Ophelia Beauregarde]

Ophelia frowned as she heard someone ask "So, uh, not to be rude or anything but.. What's wrong with you?" Ophelia frowned and turned towards the voice and saw a boy looking towards her. She blinked a couple of times before he added, "I mean.. what's your handicap?" She opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the teacher. She saw people sit in a cirlce and sat on the left hand side of the boy who had asked her about herself.

After the teacher had spoken there was an awkward pause. Ophelia looked at her feet, not wanting to be the first to speak. Her eyes widened as she heard a British accent. She looked towards the owner of the voice and was equally surprised that it was the boy from before. How didn't I notice? She asked herself. "I'm Ophelia and I like the tango." She chimed up, feeling a bit more confident knowing that she wasn't the only British person there. She then quietly whispered to him, "I wouldn't really say I have a handicap, my leg was just a bit messed up at birth, that's all."