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 Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:31 pm
After a long, inactive summer, Paris was more than ready to get back in the studio where she belonged.
Slow and cautious as she was encouraged to be, Paris nonetheless had every intention of behaving as if she'd not been required to take such an extensive break. Hours spent on Ganymede had given her already accelerated healing a further boost, in any case. And caution wasn't always her way. If she didn't throw herself right back into things with the abandon she'd shown before, Paris was afraid she'd stagnate. The opportunities presented to her this school year were far too important for her to allow that.
She waltzed into one of the gyms around campus as if her face hadn't become an unfamiliar presence there in recent months, flashing the student ID which gave her free access. In her burgundy leotard and pale pink tights, hair pulled into a neat bun, Paris looked like the quintessential ballerina. With a jaunty skip in her step she made her way into the gym proper, re-familiarizing herself with her surroundings.
Her destination, of course, was the enclosed studio on the far side of the gym. Through the windowed wall she could see a yoga class already in session within, but it was scheduled to end soon. In the meantime Paris approached a small, open area nearby along an adjacent wall, complete with a set of mirrors and affixed with a barre. Though the area lacked sufficient space for rigorous practice, it nonetheless allowed for preliminary barre exercises.
Paris dropped her gym bag in the corner and sat long enough to exchange her converses for pointe shoes, deftly crossing, winding, tying, and tucking the ribbons with an ease that came with years of practice. She was at the barre within minutes, falling into her exercises as soon as she was in position. The gym's overhead music was not entirely suited to her classical training, but it was of little concern.
The gym was busy that day, as Paris had expected it to be. With the new semester just beginning, activity in the areas on and around campus was bound to increase as students began to return from their summer breaks. Paris found her eyes wandering between exercises, alighting on figures seeing to their own workouts and searching out any familiar faces.Minsuil Sorry this is a bit delayed!! QQ I've been super lazy lately. orz Hope this is okay!! <3
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 10:35 pm
Liena stepped off the treadmill covered in sweat. She pulled her hair out of its pony-tail to retie it. It would be easier to cut her hair short. Not only was it more aerodynamic, the heavy weight of her hair bounced with ever step she took. A girl's hair was a source of pride, and Liena allowed herself this one vain indulgence.
It felt good to run. The summer vacation had been filled with training, but now that the school track season was approaching again. Soon she'd be out of the gym and back on the field, running and jumping. The bustle of the field was different from the quiet of the gym and Liena found herself missing it, despite the sweltering summer heat. She stepped out of the room and into the hall towards a water fountain.
Liena had spent the better part of each week in the gym, and so she did not expect to be surprised by anyone. And certainly not by a person she hadn't spoken to since middle school.Sunshine Alouette shows up seven years late w/ starbucks ... T__T I'm sorry it took so long to reply, if you'd rather not pick this up again just let me know, no pressure!
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 10:45 am
Paris wasn't expecting to see a face so familiar. She'd thought her gaze would simply fall upon the usual gym-goers, those she was used to seeing whenever she passed through on her way to the enclosed studio. To see a face she recognized from her middle school days... she stumbled a bit in surprise and had to do a double take.
At first she told herself she was seeing things. She was tired, or overexerting herself too quickly. There had to be some other explanation. Perhaps she was projecting, and the girl she saw wasn't really who she thought she was. After all, it'd been a long time. People changed from middle school to high school to college. Maybe it was simply someone who looked like her.
Paris tried to refocus on her exercises, but her attention had already strayed. This was going to bother her until she knew whether or not she'd gone crazy and was imagining things, so she left the barre to follow the figure whose face reminded her of an old friend.
“Liena...?” she said hesitantly.
Maybe she was wrong.
A part of her wanted to be wrong.Minsuil No worries! I'm super slow with tags, so I don't mind the wait! :3 <333
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