Frappe Fondu [open]

[Annabelle Coronova]

Last night, Bells had analyzed all of the lesser known rooms of the map on campus, and to her surprise, she could accurately find the most divine room on campus, in her opinion. It was better than fine art, and even better than the outdoors. It was the rehearsal room. She knew that they'd have to have an open area, secluded from everything else. If she was lucky, they might even have a full length large mirror plastered to the wall as well. And even better, Annabelle had brought along her ballet slippers, leg warmers, tights, and leotard with her to Hammel from home. Finally, she could go and release the right way.

She wasn't doing anything wrong was she? Anna had never read about any rules against using the room. After all, it wasn't after hours, and this was just something to do early in the morning before her classes started. It sure beat sitting in her room or aimlessly wandering the halls with nothing else to do. Plus, it wasn't as if she had become buddy-buddy with any of the other students yet, she'd hardly had been here more than a week, that would seem unreasonable if she had found her perfect other half in such a short time.

She went to the bathroom to change into her outfit, and then put sweatpants and a loose, chunky sweater on on-top of her leotard. Now she looked completely normal to be roaming around in the hallways. She wore sneakers and stuck her ballerina shoes in her shoulder bag, grabbed her room key and headed out towards the projected room.

As she neared the room, her heart began to beat more wildly, as if she were doing something illegal, although she could use her best guess to assume the opposite. She shouldn't be getting in trouble for releasing all of this stress and tension. That's what the school was all about wasn't it? Controlling powers and emotions and releasing your leftover energy in a positive way. And that's just what she was doing. If she did end up going into a restricted zone, she could only hope they would go easy on her this time around, given she was a new student and all.

With twenty five more strides and a sharp turn to her left, the door's label read, "Rehearsal Room." She breathed in and held it as she gently turned the knob and walked in, closing the door behind her. She searched blindly for a light switch, and flicked it on, only to see that it was a rather dimly lit room. Well, it would have to do. After all, it wasn't like Anna needed bright lights to dance, she knew what she was doing, as long as she had a clear floor with strong floorboards, she'd be fine.

She made her way to the middle of the room and surveyed the area. It was a medium sized room, which looked like it went from being a classroom to a modified rehearsal room. And she was in luck, there were large mirrors that took over one of the four walls of the room, so that those rehearsing could see exactly what they were doing. It even included a bit of a bar on the opposite wall so that dancers could stretch while practicing their various exercises. This room, in short, was perfect.

Anna sat down plum on the center of the floor, stripped off her sweater, sweat pants, and shoes, replacing them with her ballet slippers. She wrapped the ribbons around her thin, lithe legs, tying a knot at the top of each, which reached about mid calf. From there, she went to warm up. Crunches, three sets of ten, pushups, two sets of twenty, body rolls, and then at the ballet bar, battement en cloche for five minutes, practicing with both legs. Finally, she sat again on the ground, and warmed up her feet and ankles with foot circles, circling both ways.

Now that she was fully warmed up, Bells racked her mind for something that she'd like to do. There were so many positions she could perform; the possibilities were endless. But she gathered her thoughts and decided to just go with what felt natural. Starting at the bar, she began her battment frappe, making sure to keep her body aligned, head up, and hip joints loose. From there, she continued to her battement tendus, promenade into her arabesque, releve, adding a jump, and landing, and finishing in a plié. She repeated this few more times, working on perfecting her body and her position, her control. It had been far too long since she had a room all to herself to practice in, and while she could, she would make the most of it.

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[Jared Park]

Jared isn’t really a morning person. If anything, he’s more of an afternoon-riser. Or a midday-kid if he’s lucky (granted he has no classes of course). And it’s not because he stays up late at night cramming his Science project or surfing absentmindedly on his laptop. While he does cram or get carried away by his new game every now and then, it’s more of a ‘recurring role’ than a main one, seeing that he’s usually far too drowsy to continue on anyway. At around 9 to 10-ish, his eyelids start to droop, his brain slowly ceasing to function. He may be a raging ball of energy when he’s awake, but when he starts snoozing, you can be sure that it’ll be one deep sleep. It takes a whole lot of effort just to wake him up (his first month in Hammel rather interesting, seeing that he was late for his first class for four consecutive weeks); he usually sets his arm an hour or more before the designated time he needs to wake up. Which is why his slowly becoming regular, early morning trips to the school’s rehearsal room are quite an ordeal, not only for the kid, but for his roommates as well.

He grumbled as he slid his right arm from beneath his combined cover of blanket and pillows, trying to find his noisy phone-alarm clock. It’s been ringing for the eighth time already, having set the alarm two hours ago and made it ring in fifteen-minute intervals. He slowly sat up, eyes barely open, and sighed. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him blankly for at least a minute, his brain still barely awake. He would’ve been locked at that position for quite some time had it not been for his phone ringing once more (apparently fifteen minutes have past, and he’s forgotten to turn the alarm off). He smiled, turned his alarm off (he made sure this time) and stretched for a bit before standing up and walking towards the bathroom.

His bath went a little longer than usual (probably because the hot water didn’t come out until after two or three minutes) but other than that, everything went by smoothly. None of his roommates have been disturbed by his noisy alarm (or at least none of them went out of their rooms to scold him for being so loud so early in the morning) so he tiptoed his way back to his room and quickly got dressed. After much fuss about what to wear, Jared decided to don a black shirt with white polka dots and ‘Wicked’ written across it and some matching black pants[/url]. He grabbed his R2D2 bag (which he stuffed with a face towel, a bottle of water, a shirt for him to change into and his iPod with speakers), grabbed his black leather jacket from the closet and went out to brave the cold weather.

While he doesn’t seem like it at first glance, Jared’s actually a pretty good dancer. Aside from being an all around geek when it comes to superpowers, he’s can also bust some moves in the dance floor. It’s actually one of the things he’s proud off, a talent he openly admits having. Back home, it helps him clear his mind and relax. True, the beats that he dance to aren’t exactly conducive to meditative thinking and reflection, but it does help him escape his troubles, at least temporarily, and give him some sense of relief (he’s not one for meditation anyway). He actually felt sad that he somehow lost time for dancing when he arrived in Hammel, as he was apparently too distracted during the first few weeks and too loaded on the days that followed, so he really tried to work something out. Like what Jasper told him just the other week, his skills will vanish if he won’t practice. And as fate would have it, he had stumbled into the school’s rehearsal room accidentally on the way to the lounge a bit over a month ago. Since then he’s decided to go in early at least thrice a week to get some practice done. The first two weeks had been hard, but since he’s on his fifth week now, and on his fourth practice of the week to beat, he feels extremely confident that somehow, his routine’s been working.

He happily skipped through the building, enjoying the sight of the empty halls. It’s hauntingly eerie yet amazing at the same time; seeing the lockers so devoid of people, it’s hard to think that these are one of the busiest parts of the school once classes start. When he reached the hall leading to the room, he couldn’t help but tilt his head in confusion. Why are the lights on? Did somebody forget to turn it off last night? He slowly walked towards the room and quietly opened the door, and boy was he in for a show. A girl he hasn’t met before, moving so gracefully on the dance floor. His jaw dropped almost instantly as she did moves that Jared couldn’t imagine doing, even if he tried practicing for a couple of months. It was amazing.

He was actually content on simply watching from the door when he felt a lizard drop on his head, making him shriek and jump. He accidentally opened the door and went inside the room, trying to get the lizard off still, when he bumped into a stool and fell down. Lucky for him, his fall made the lizard get off too. Unfortunately though, he had attracted unwanted attention. “Oh…hi?” he said shyly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you or anything,” he smiled, hoping the girl wouldn’t be angry with him, “You were amazing by the way.”[/font]


ooc:
Sorry if it took so long for me to reply here Bells. And I also apologize if it's a bit too crappy.^^.
- Jam
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[Annabelle Coronova]

As she worked the floor, leaping, attitude derrière, petit battement, and the like, Annabelle's mind leapt from the wooden dance floor to a stage, very far away from Hammel. It was a memory of back in her hometown, a ballet competition. Now, as much as Bells wasn't that into too much competition, and preferred working together in groups for a good cause or result, she did do a bit of dance-offs in her age, but they were much different than the ones that she saw on the streets these days. She knew that if she attempted ballet on the streets of the city, she'd be laughed off and probably shunned. But ballet was such a beautiful art, something that wasn't gritty, but clean, precise, and required much dedication to perfect, just for that perfect position, the perfect silhouette of your body.

There she was, standing on stage in fifth position, waiting for her music accompaniment to begin. The stage was dark, with only one single light shining on her. She would be doing a tribute to Nijinsky, a famous and deceased danseur noble from Russia, and her very favorite violinist, Edvin Marton for this performance. Of course, with Marton and Nijinsky came Plushenko, where, after watching his performance over and over again, Anna had decided to morph his performance into an appropriate one for ballet as opposed to figure skating, her other pleasure and passion. Instead of triple and double axels, she would go for cabrioles, tours chaînés déboulés, chassé, and croisée. For the fancy footwork, well that would always be manageable. That was what ballet was all about. She had fit an entire batterie into the program, intricate movements for each and every swell and decrescendo in the music, every group of fast notes, and then even some for long, held, half and whole notes.

Of course to her, it was no surprise that she had won that competition. It wasn't like she was pushed by her parents, although they were very pleased with her performance and dedication, but in the end, it was all her and her instructor. She had spent more time in the ballet studio than she did in school. It was imbalanced, yes, but it was like her third lung; it was essential to her life, much more than anything academia could offer her. Books and notebooks didn't interest her, they were mundane, run of the mill, boring, etc. Now dance, this was something she could act out, find immediate results, whether they were a disappointment or gratification, they were right there, right in front of her. This was her passion.

She had come to Hammel not to necessarily take advantage of the classwork, but only came because she would learn how to control her power, to be able to touch people without necessarily jumping back into their past and their deep, dark secrets. Some things were just meant to be left alone, left hidden. She hated that she couldn't hug all of her friends, she couldn't kiss the boy after a great date. But there was no more time for moping; her mind was set with the discipline of her dance, she was very focused on her arches, on the position she was in, and the environment around her. With this attitude, she would make certain that she could gain back what she had before, the life she had before would not be lost.

Annabelle came back into the real world around her, and went to finish her dance with one more grande saut, and finish in third position pliet when, from her left, where the entrance of which she initially entered the room was, she heard a scream, and saw a boy squirming around, as attempting to scratch something off of the top of his head. She stopped mid jump, and not landing as gracefully as she would have liked, but there were more important matters to be dealt with.

Finally, after quite some struggle, the boy had relieved himself of whatever was attacking him, and composed himself, and surprisingly enough, apologizing for such an interesting entrance. Bells didn't understand why he was apologizing. After all, she wasn't at all aware if this room had been taken by reservation, and she was just intruding. This could very well be the case, as he was quite surprised to see her there. Bells blushed and went back into a much more casual position, heading for her bags, but not before he could compliment her, using such words as 'amazing'. "Oh, well, thanks." She smiled slightly, as she could feel her perfectionism seeping in, ready to attack her for everything she might have messed up, despite the obvious fact that the guy seemed genuine. "I wasn't sure if this room had been taken, you know, reserved, or not, so I just came in. If it has, I'm real sorry, I'll just be heading out.." she smiled slightly again, and went to gather her belongings so that the boy could have the room for himself.

[Jared Park]

“I’m so sorry. I mean, it was just a small lizard really,” Jared shook his head, too ashamed to even look at the girl. He felt like such a douche bag now. He can’t explain it, but he just felt like he committed such a sin. Though he never really had such a formal training in dancing (he took classes in the summer, but that was all), he knew how difficult the stunts she’s doing. All the twirls and the jumps, it was incredible. But then he just had to come in and ruin everything for her. Well, at least that’s what he thinks. He noticed her hesitate mid-jump because of his untimely entrance, and he knew that a mistake in a routine like that could cost her dearly. Fortunately, despite her landing not being as graceful as the others, she had no broken arms, legs and she didn’t slip. He wouldn’t forgive himself if that happened. He’s been scolded about that once, he should’ve learned.

Still sitting awkwardly on the floor, he stole a glance from the girl and was confused when he saw her grabbing her bags in such a quick manner. He didn’t upset her that much, right? “W-where are you going?” he asked, his head tilting slightly to the right. He slowly stood up and brought the chair back up as he went. When she explained her case, he couldn’t help but let a chuckle out. “I don’t think anyone reserves this room so early in the morning,” he said casually, “I mean, I have problems waking up this early myself.” Apparently some people are more persevering than he is. And she has the moves to prove it.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked over the girl, flashing his smile. “Hey, nobody reserved this room. I just go here regularly, but I don’t reserve it. You don’t have to go,” he nodded, “I mean, if anyone should go, I think it would’ve been me. You came here first after all.” He was about to head outside when he remembered he hadn’t told her his name yet. Gosh, should his older brother hear about this, he’d probably get another lecture about manners and all that stuff. He figured she should at least know the person who disturbed her. “I’m Jared by the way. Jared Park,” he said as he approached the girl, holding out his hand, “I’m so sorry for disturbing you earlier. I didn’t mean it. I do hope you didn’t break anything.” He shrugged, adding, “I guess I should go now, right? See you around school then?” Should she leave, Jared felt no right to use the room anyway. Nope, she was the rightful user, he was only the intruder. It would be extremely rude and wouldn’t say much about his character really.


ooc:
So sorry it took so long Bels. And forgive me for the shortness. >.<
- Jam

[Annabelle Coronova]

Although his entire entrance had somewhat put a sour note to the last bits of her mock performance, he seemed to feel greatly offended by what he had done. But she wasn't really in the least bit maddened by such. In fact, she was much more concerned about his spasm. He explained to her that it was a lizard, and with that, she swayed around uncomfortably. There were lizards in this place? Of all things, they could have mice, rats, raccoons, or even bug infestations, but lizards? Then again, they were cold blooded, and in the weather outside, it wouldn't be surprising if they all gathered to the large, warm building for the winter. Hopefully there weren't any snakes roaming around though. Those, of almost all small reptiles, were her least favorite. But maybe if she found a lizard in her room she could name in Enrique and claim it as her own. After all, it wasn't like the lizard had razor sharp teeth and would eat her to bits. Plus, animals were quite suitable for friends when there wasn't anyone to talk to...
The boy watched her as she began to pack her things, as Bells had figured that he had reserved this room previously. But oddly enough, before she could put too much of her things away and head out the door, he reassured her that it was not the case whatsoever. In fact, no one really could reserve the room, besides teachers and the like, plus, he mentioned that there really wasn't any student -obviously with the exception of both of them- that would wake up so gosh darn early to use the room. Well that was most definitely a reassurance. That meant that the only mornings that she had to watch for were the ones he wanted to use the room.
But now curiosity hit her. The boy was about her height, lean, and seemingly fit. He most obviously was a dancer, as he had mentioned, but what kind of dance did he do? He had seen that she was a ballerina, but she still had yet to ask him what he did, or even his name. Luckily though, he answered the latter before she ran out the door, introducing himself as Jared Park. She'd heard of him before, after all the school had less than one hundred students residing within these walls, so it wasn't that hard to locate or hear about one person or another.
But Jared Park told her only half of what she wanted to know. So, turning on her toe, she did an about face, and cocked her head at Jared. Maybe she'd just ask about it, and if he said no, she'd respect that and move on with life. It was no biggie, but what was the worst that could happen? She'd give it a shot.
"So Jared, you're obviously a dancer. Mind showing me what you've got?" She leaned against the door frame still leaning her head slightly towards the frame, wondering if he would go and show her or if he would prefer not to.

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[Jared Park]

Jared silently held his place for a couple of minutes, trying to see if the girl would say something. Or rather, hoping the girl would say something. Then the girl just passed by him. Went out to the door without even bothering to turn his handshake offer down nicely. His eyes involuntarily widened with the act. Had he been that big of nuisance to her? Or are ballerinas just naturally so moody? (He’s had a similar episode already, this time happening in the gym and walking in his roommate; he got such a scolding after that, particularly because she miscalculated and fell awkwardly on her ankle)

He shook such thoughts out of his head. No, it’s wrong to generalize. Haven’t Jasper taught you anything? he told himself. But he can’t not feel bad for what just happened. Of all the things Jared can’t handle, rejection is probably the worst. Jared simply can’t handle, or at least has low tolerance for, being ignored. He’s not so much an attention-hogger that would rage like crazy should you forget he exists (like a certain wannabe-Hammel royalty), but more of becoming so sulky and a bit depressed about the whole thing. Being so welcoming to others, Jared somehow expects people to reciprocate. Do unto others what you want them to do unto you was taught him day and night when he was a kid, and one of the number of values he lives by right now. And while he’s handled rejection before (as Jasper taught him that not all people are sociable or in the mood to talk), at least they’ve turned him down politely. But this girl simply passed by him, never even offering a single word. It made such a sinking feeling in his heart that he just wants to burst to tears. What did I do this time? he asked himself.

Then again, in all his sulking, he failed to notice the girl’s eyes, sizing him up and everything. His height, his body type, even his posture and his stance. Should he know, he’d be happy to hear that he somehow radiated the aura of a dancer. After all, dancing is the one aspect of life he’s really proud with. Jared had already walked towards his fallen bags to pick them up (he’s in such a sour mood that he can’t really dance that well should he even try) and was about to walk out of the room too when he heard the girl speak. Apparently she hasn’t left.

“M-me? Hah. I would, but compared to what you just showed me, it would suck,” he chuckled. For the first time in Jared’s life, he’s politely refused to show off his skills. He couldn’t even believe it himself, but it’s probably because he still feels bad for what just happened (or at least he’s still trying to push those thoughts away, as a small voice in his head is telling him he’s been wrong all along) and he’s scared he’d look like a fool, seeing that his skill level and hers have such a huge gap. “And besides, I haven’t even stretched yet. Stuff could happen, right?”

But then another voice, this time a bit louder, tells him to do just that. Dance. Jared hasn’t got that big of an ego, but it does need some complimenting from time to time.

[Annabelle Coronova]

Seeing him somewhat put out when she had surveyed him, Anna had wondered if she'd offended him. Surely, she'd only asked if he would be willing to dance and show her his sort of dancing skills, but maybe he was the sort of guy who was more ... private about what he did. Bells used to be like that too thought, so it was understandable. She used to hide her abilities from everyone, but that was before she got the gratification of dancing at competitions, and winning. She had the paranoid side, of course, where if she were to show off her newly acquired skills, someone else, especially competition, would attempt to steal them and do it better than she could. But then again, that would never happen. Inside that loving warm shell she showed everyone there, was indeed that side of her where she knew that all of the years of hard work would pay off. They did. People could not top her by trying to mimic her own moves. That just didn't work, and they didn't have the style and grace that she put into it.

Still, there was the boy, standing in front of her looking might uncomfortable. Did he think this? Did she look like she was trying to steal his style, or judge him harshly? She really hoped not, and tried to soften up her facial appearance. "I'm sorry if I offended you. I was just more interested in seeing what kind of style you performed more than anything else. I'm just kind of interested and intrigued all at the same time of the different dance moves people can work out." Hopefully that would reassure him. If not, she could just leave, and let him be. Hopefully she hadn't made the worst of impressions. Surely this had been of the most awkward ones thus far.

(OOC: I'm sorry Jam, I just didn't know what else I could say right now..hopefully you'll forgive me.)