All You Need To Know... [OPEN!]

[Kallista Snow]

Kallie poked her head through the door of the gym, glancing timidly around. Thank goodness no one else was there, no one else to look at her tear-streaked face and her trembling hands. She slipped silently through the door and quickly found an outlet, gliding to it to plug in her small CD player. She turned up the volume on her favorite CD, loud enough to drown out her thoughts.

She sucked in air hungrily through her open, pouting mouth and looked around once more. She stepped out a few feet to the center of the floor and let the opening bars of Clair de Lune take her to a different world. Suddenly she was hyper aware. She could feel the cool floor beneath her bare feet, the chilly air against her skin through the soft cotton of her black leggings and the oversized dark grey shirt that hung off of one shoulder.

The dance unfolded from within her. It had been so long--too long, really--since she had felt the stretch and pull of her muscles as she danced. She twisted and spun, her body moving like water. All of the thoughts in her head melted away as she moved methodically through the steps of her old warm up routine. She didn't count in her head or out loud, all she needed was the soft music of the piano. This alone could calm her, could soothe her racing heart and her fluttering nerves. This new school...it wasn't home, it wasn't familiar and she didn't like it. So she twisted and fan kicked and stretched her way to a little peace of mind.

As the CD transitioned to the next song she felt a small smile blossom on her lips. This was more like it. She threw her blonde waves up in a messy ponytail and threw herself into the remixed beat of La Traviata. The bass thumped in time with her heart and she leaped high in the air, her legs fanned into a perfect split. Kallista Snow was on top of the world. Finally she felt a little more free from the chains that bound her to mortality. This was magic.

[Jared Park]

“Oh bah. Not again.” A young boy (or is it a girl?) grumbled as he was walking through the school hallways, watching a clip from his handheld video camera. While the clip may seem ok to the normal viewer, to him, it was all wrong. Sure, he managed to capture the amazing display of fire manipulation a senior showed in the courtyard one day ago, or the noise and chaos of the student lounge due to the food fight initiated of a bored junior, but something was missing. The main reason he’s doing all this capturing of campus moments. Him.

You see, Jared’s ability is to be undetectable by machines. And that includes the handheld camera his siblings gave him to supposedly create video blog entries with. But how do you just do that when he can’t even be seen, much more heard, by the said machine?

It would be an understatement to say that Jared was frustrated. He’d been filming himself endlessly for the few weeks he’s been in Hammel but every video was the same – no Jared can be found anywhere. “Crap. Still no good,” he grumbled as he finished watching the most recent video clip. He tucked his messy hair behind his ear, thereby showing his irritated expression even more clearly, as he proceeded to delete the clip.


Extremely disappointed with how things turned out, Jared decided to head back to his room. The last thing he’d want is to have telepaths or empaths getting wind of his strong emotional state and looking inside his head. And as he passed by the gymnasium, he couldn’t help but overhear the mellow music coming out of the said building. Being a naturally nosy curious child, Jared decided to have a detour and check the said music source.

As he peered through the gymnasium door, he couldn’t help but be amazed by the graceful silhouette dancing in the center. Though he was quite unfamiliar with the music, being a dancer, he was at awe at the majesty in which the girl carried herself. The precision and fluidity in her movement was otherworldly. She seemed more and more ethereal as the music went on, wiping his eyes just to ensure he wasn’t dreaming.

Wanting to see more of the dancing figure, to know and recognize the face to whom the graceful moves belong to, he silently entered the gym, hoping not to disturb the performer. He settled himself in the bleachers, the perfect place for spectators like him. He was just so amazed that he unconsciously clapped when the second song started, realizing his mistake when it was all too late.

“Ooops”.

[Kallista Snow]

The gently thrumming bass of the remixed beats and the staccato singing of the violins pushed her through the air. She threw herself into a sky-high arabesque. And just as she followed through with a perfectly executed landing, just before she dragged her precisely pointed left foot through to a triple pirouette, a new sound pierced her concentration. Applause? Her momentary confusion threw the rest of her routine.

Kallie whirled into the second rotation and lost her balance. She plummeted through the air and came down on her ankle. She gasped against the blank that flitted across her eyes, quickly followed by tiny red fireworks in her vision. Kallista cursed profusely in her head and looked down at her ankle. It was turning red already, but it was just a twist.

She sighed deeply and leaned back on her palms, slowly, carefully stretching her legs out in front of her. She looked over at the boy sitting on the bleachers. Who the hell did he think he was surprising a focused dancer? Shit like that could have had serious consequences. That could have been a fracture or a break that could have taken months to heal. He was damn lucky she had been focused enough to aim her fall.

"Uhh...hi."

Too polite, Kallie. He just screwed up your whole practice hour.

She rolled her eyes and shushed her more temperamental half. This wasn't the time for rudeness. Clearly he hadn't done this out of some malicious wish of ruining her dancing career. It was just an accident.

"Sorry...do you need the gym? I can go.."

[Jared Park]

Despite his dance genre belonging more to the popping-locking side, Jared was not one to take other equally captivating genres for granted. In fact, he’s amazed by all the different styles one can express their emotions through music and would want to learn more. He wants to go more than being a b-boy, to broaden his horizon and be an all-around dancer. Jared just couldn’t keep his jaw from dropping, feeling oh-so-insignificant as Kallista executed dozens of moves Jared could only dream of. And as she finished her sky-high arabesque, he couldn’t help but let a “wow” slip out.

But his unwarranted compliments may have been detrimental to Kallista’s concentration, as she suddenly crashed through the gymnasium floor, falling sloppily as opposed to her previous gracefulness. Jared jumped out of his seat, rushing towards the injured dancer, feeling guilty for invading her (probably) private moment and even causing her a slight injury.

“Are you ok?” he asked as he knelt beside Kallista. He looked down and saw the redness in her ankle. Feeling so stupid for even asking the cliché question, he did a face palm, followed by a quick apology. “Sorry for even asking,” he said, “Force of habit.”

“Does it hurt too much?” Yes. That seems to be a better question. He inspected the ankle further, trying to see the extent of the damage. (He just used his eyes to survey her injury; he tried not to touch her ankle as she might be one of those girls who misunderstand simple physical contact as something else).

Filled with guilt, it took much of Jared’s energy to turn towards the girl and talk to her face to face. And to his surprise, she looked a bit too familiar. “Do I know you?” he asked, trying to remember a name to match her face. After a few seconds, he shouted, smiling like a little kid anticipating a candy reward for his good deed, “Wait. You’re Kallista right? Yeah. We’re roomies!”

Despite being the talkative kid, Jared is pretty much locked to his room whenever he gets to the dorm. Aside from being too shy and a bit insecure about his useless ability, all his roommates are girls, despite asking to be placed in a co-ed room. (He’s actually angry about the whole thing, thinking the administration mistook him for a girl once again. If it wasn’t for the guys in the halls on his dorm building, he’d think he was in the all-girl’s dorm). He isn’t exactly sure if they’re comfortable with a guy hanging around their common room so he simply slides off his own every time.

“Nope, no need to leave. I was actually on my way back to our room when I saw you,” he explained, “I’m so sorry for interrupting your dance session. I could leave if you want me to.” Though he said the last sentence was as if it wasn’t really an option, completing it with a somewhat puppy-pout. “You didn’t tell me you dance so well. I was totally amazed. I dance too, though not as good as you.” Finding common ground between them, Jared resolved that this would be the perfect time to start his friendship with his roommate. Pushing his guilt aside, he tried to be comfortable with her, slowly unleashing his cheerful, nosy and talkative side. And who knows, once she gets comfortable with Jared, she might help him be ok with the other two ladies too.




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I do hope you won't mind me somehow jumpstarting a roommate interaction between them. It's just that I was surprised (happy surprised) that they were roommates and tried to think of an interesting twist to them being roommies. Thanks. - Jam
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