Twelfth Position •~• Nina •~• Couru [In person]
[At first, being in space hadn't done much for Nina's nerves; after all, who knew what the Author had planned for them..? Who was piloting the ship? And where was it headed?
But, after a day or two of nothing much happening, she'd started to relax, and soon she was almost enjoying the rather spectacular views that the portals held. Another plus was when she woke up that morning, and found her weekly delivered pointe shoes sat waiting for use.
Taking them to the kitchen along with a plastic box, she puts on some coffee as she opens the box, revealing some scissors, a small hammer, a lighter, and some thread and needles. So began the ritual of taking the beautiful satin shoes out of their packaging, and beating the ever dancing crap out of them. Scoring the bottoms with the nail scissors, hitting them into shape, ripping out certain parts, re-sewing others..]
But, after a day or two of nothing much happening, she'd started to relax, and soon she was almost enjoying the rather spectacular views that the portals held. Another plus was when she woke up that morning, and found her weekly delivered pointe shoes sat waiting for use.
Taking them to the kitchen along with a plastic box, she puts on some coffee as she opens the box, revealing some scissors, a small hammer, a lighter, and some thread and needles. So began the ritual of taking the beautiful satin shoes out of their packaging, and beating the ever dancing crap out of them. Scoring the bottoms with the nail scissors, hitting them into shape, ripping out certain parts, re-sewing others..]