#03
Subject: Silent Hill 3
Character/Pairing: Heather Mason
Themes: #23 “Shoot Straight From The Hip.”
Rating: G
Warnings: Never ever dance like Heather dances. Ever.
Heather stood beside her bed, looking down at the pages of the open notebook that she had sitting upon the mattress. In it was written the moves for the dance she had to learn for two weeks time.
It was yet another assessment that she had to do for her dance class. She had only taken up dance at high school because the class she’d wanted to take had clashed with her art class. Something she was good at and wanted to continue. She’d expected it to be something lame, getting stuck with the preppy girls and being forced to learn ballet but to her surprise the eccentric teacher, the wild and fun dancing styles and a group who seriously couldn’t dance for shit but still had fun trying impressed her enough to stick with it.
So now, it was 9pm and after penning the final line of an English essay, she had chosen to release her stresses with some good old dancing.
A song with a fast beat played loud enough to be of some annoyance to her dad whom she could hear was trying to watch some crime show out in the living room. She had her door closed to try and filter out the noise, at least.
She stepped back a little, wiggling her hips, her body slowly falling into rhythm with the beat. Remembering every move that she had to memorise. She could hear her friends voice in her head the whole time.
The rhythm is all in the hips, guys.
Heather had laughed at that and she didn’t think the girl had appreciated Heathers amusement but so what? At least she was being honest. Like that knowledge had helped her?
There was a knock on the door, breaking away from her musings.
“It’s open!” Heather called, turning to the door with her hands behind her back. The true stance of the guilty. She knew that her music was up far too loud and it was about time for her old man to get some rest.
Unlike her. 9pm was early for her.
She smiled as her dad peered his head through the door and smiled at her. A polite smile which she knew would be followed up with some sort of lecture. It always did. A look in his eye.
”The music’s too loud, isn’t it.” Heather said. She said it as more of a statement then a question and her dads nod caused her to grimace and quickly go to turn down the obnoxious song.
“Something for dance, is it?” her dad enquired, opening the door up wider and leaning against the frame with a tired stance.
“Yeah.” Heather smirked, swaying to the song still. “We have to learn this little techno dance. It’s stupid, really.”
“Nah.” Her dad returned her smirk. “As long as your having fun?”
He stepped through, bopping his head and jiggling his arms in one of the daggiest fashions that Heather had ever seen. She burst out laughing as she watched him make a fool of himself, the expression on his face so serious that she had almost thought that he was so.
“What?” He was trying to stifle a grin as he stopped and put his hands on his hips in a “grumpy old man” stance that made Heather grin even more.
“That wasn’t cool?”
“It depends on your perception of the word.” Heather snorted.
“Aw.” Her father laughed when she sided next to him and whipped her hand against his shoulder quickly and gently.
“I’ll teach you. Follow me.” She said as she started her dance, timing her moves to the music once again.
Step forward, wiggle, side, side. Energetic and quick and apparently all the cool kids were doing it. Except it really didn’t look that cool and she felt like some sort of idiot every time she tried it. She couldn’t dance for shit.
She started laughing as she read his face. Absolutely and positively clueless.
“I’m too old for that.” He said with amusement.
Perhaps the whole wiggling the hips thing was a little too much for dear old dad?
“Showing your age, daddy?” she taunted, poking out her tongue.
“Yeah, you could say that.” He said as he backed up against the wall, edging to leave her and her dancing in private.
“Just make sure you turn it down before 9:30?” He smiled.
Heather nodded and flashed him her best smile, saluting him army captain style.
“Roger.” She said. He returned her salute with a chuckle and closed the door behind him.
Character/Pairing: Heather Mason
Themes: #23 “Shoot Straight From The Hip.”
Rating: G
Warnings: Never ever dance like Heather dances. Ever.
Heather stood beside her bed, looking down at the pages of the open notebook that she had sitting upon the mattress. In it was written the moves for the dance she had to learn for two weeks time.
It was yet another assessment that she had to do for her dance class. She had only taken up dance at high school because the class she’d wanted to take had clashed with her art class. Something she was good at and wanted to continue. She’d expected it to be something lame, getting stuck with the preppy girls and being forced to learn ballet but to her surprise the eccentric teacher, the wild and fun dancing styles and a group who seriously couldn’t dance for shit but still had fun trying impressed her enough to stick with it.
So now, it was 9pm and after penning the final line of an English essay, she had chosen to release her stresses with some good old dancing.
A song with a fast beat played loud enough to be of some annoyance to her dad whom she could hear was trying to watch some crime show out in the living room. She had her door closed to try and filter out the noise, at least.
She stepped back a little, wiggling her hips, her body slowly falling into rhythm with the beat. Remembering every move that she had to memorise. She could hear her friends voice in her head the whole time.
The rhythm is all in the hips, guys.
Heather had laughed at that and she didn’t think the girl had appreciated Heathers amusement but so what? At least she was being honest. Like that knowledge had helped her?
There was a knock on the door, breaking away from her musings.
“It’s open!” Heather called, turning to the door with her hands behind her back. The true stance of the guilty. She knew that her music was up far too loud and it was about time for her old man to get some rest.
Unlike her. 9pm was early for her.
She smiled as her dad peered his head through the door and smiled at her. A polite smile which she knew would be followed up with some sort of lecture. It always did. A look in his eye.
”The music’s too loud, isn’t it.” Heather said. She said it as more of a statement then a question and her dads nod caused her to grimace and quickly go to turn down the obnoxious song.
“Something for dance, is it?” her dad enquired, opening the door up wider and leaning against the frame with a tired stance.
“Yeah.” Heather smirked, swaying to the song still. “We have to learn this little techno dance. It’s stupid, really.”
“Nah.” Her dad returned her smirk. “As long as your having fun?”
He stepped through, bopping his head and jiggling his arms in one of the daggiest fashions that Heather had ever seen. She burst out laughing as she watched him make a fool of himself, the expression on his face so serious that she had almost thought that he was so.
“What?” He was trying to stifle a grin as he stopped and put his hands on his hips in a “grumpy old man” stance that made Heather grin even more.
“That wasn’t cool?”
“It depends on your perception of the word.” Heather snorted.
“Aw.” Her father laughed when she sided next to him and whipped her hand against his shoulder quickly and gently.
“I’ll teach you. Follow me.” She said as she started her dance, timing her moves to the music once again.
Step forward, wiggle, side, side. Energetic and quick and apparently all the cool kids were doing it. Except it really didn’t look that cool and she felt like some sort of idiot every time she tried it. She couldn’t dance for shit.
She started laughing as she read his face. Absolutely and positively clueless.
“I’m too old for that.” He said with amusement.
Perhaps the whole wiggling the hips thing was a little too much for dear old dad?
“Showing your age, daddy?” she taunted, poking out her tongue.
“Yeah, you could say that.” He said as he backed up against the wall, edging to leave her and her dancing in private.
“Just make sure you turn it down before 9:30?” He smiled.
Heather nodded and flashed him her best smile, saluting him army captain style.
“Roger.” She said. He returned her salute with a chuckle and closed the door behind him.