Two Hundred and Tenth Position ]Video (Accidental) + AP[
Without you, I'm like this, Prince. Like an agonizing bird.
[After the curse that forced her to face her loss, Rue had caged herself, unwilling to leave the stage as she danced. To convey her sorrow with the grace of her moves. To end again and again as the Dying Swan. Arms folded, on tiptoe, she dreamily and very slowly circled the stage. With gliding motions of the hands, she returned to the background from where she emerged, until she struggled to strive toward the horizon, with extended arms that resembled wings.
Gradually, she sank into the earth below, to the wood stage as she relaxed while her arms waved faintly as if she had been hurt. Rue was about to proceeded to the faltering and irregular pas de bourrée to the edge of the stage, to the final bowing as she collapsed with her left knee and, transfixed by a pain that eclipsed her soul, died. That was the rehearsal. Her head rose, ruby eyes opening abruptly.
What was she doing? Mn. Why suffer and question yourself like this? Choose between her Prince or her friends? She could have them all if she wanted to. She straightened on her feet and reached forward the communicator. Turning it off, her curvy smile kept concealed by the strands of her dark hair.]
I will take what I want to have. I am not a Princess? This is my right.
(ooc; Plot details Assume this was just after midnight, orz /o/ People who want to comment log, assume you're on the streets, or comment here, for Rue to find your character :) bed! pick up logs in the morning /o ).
[After the curse that forced her to face her loss, Rue had caged herself, unwilling to leave the stage as she danced. To convey her sorrow with the grace of her moves. To end again and again as the Dying Swan. Arms folded, on tiptoe, she dreamily and very slowly circled the stage. With gliding motions of the hands, she returned to the background from where she emerged, until she struggled to strive toward the horizon, with extended arms that resembled wings.
Gradually, she sank into the earth below, to the wood stage as she relaxed while her arms waved faintly as if she had been hurt. Rue was about to proceeded to the faltering and irregular pas de bourrée to the edge of the stage, to the final bowing as she collapsed with her left knee and, transfixed by a pain that eclipsed her soul, died. That was the rehearsal. Her head rose, ruby eyes opening abruptly.
What was she doing? Mn. Why suffer and question yourself like this? Choose between her Prince or her friends? She could have them all if she wanted to. She straightened on her feet and reached forward the communicator. Turning it off, her curvy smile kept concealed by the strands of her dark hair.]
I will take what I want to have. I am not a Princess? This is my right.
(ooc; Plot details Assume this was just after midnight, orz /o/ People who want to comment log, assume you're on the streets, or comment here, for Rue to find your character :) bed! pick up logs in the morning /o ).