I wish I didn't have to make all those mistakes and be wise.
Who: Riku (walkthedawn ) and Jinx (hexyoutotuesday )
When: Sunday morning
Where: Felton Theatrical Stage
Summary: Two kids who just lost very important people to them obviously need to be put in the same room together.
Warnings: Angst. Contemporary ballet.
Wake up. Eat. Sleep. Wake up. Eat. Sleep. The recurring cycle that was life. When broken down so simply, it did not feel worth living. But that was what she had been doing for the past week, since Trauma and Claudio found her and brought her home. They made her wake up, eat, and go to sleep. It had been a while since she had spoken more than a few words, and a while since she had gone a full day without crying. In the city, there was no place to run. And you could hide, but not for long. You would always be found. Siren's Port was claustrophobic. Once people knew your name, it was set in stone. You were recognized even when you didn't want to be. You couldn't start over, because there was no one to fool. No one but yourself.
Wake up. Try to eat. Vomit. Cry. Brush hair. Get dressed. Leave.
Jinx had to break the cycle eventually. She had to find some way to move on, and it was not going to be locked inside that little room. There, she was surrounded by memories that haunted her like ghosts. Small things Yukimi had left there, the fading scent of him on the pillows, her sketchbook full of his face. She both wanted to stay there forever, and scrub herself until she no longer felt like his. If she was new person, then she wouldn't have to cope with it all. She wouldn't have to be the girl he left behind.
But she was.
She took the usual way to the theater, feeling like she was on autopilot the whole way. The place was empty. Sunday mornings were never usually busy. The dressing room was untouched. The stage was unlit. Jinx took her time setting it all up like it was a usual day. The lights and music. A clear, clean stage. A place that felt safe. Hair tied back. Morning stretches. And then, she danced.
When: Sunday morning
Where: Felton Theatrical Stage
Summary: Two kids who just lost very important people to them obviously need to be put in the same room together.
Warnings: Angst. Contemporary ballet.
Wake up. Eat. Sleep. Wake up. Eat. Sleep. The recurring cycle that was life. When broken down so simply, it did not feel worth living. But that was what she had been doing for the past week, since Trauma and Claudio found her and brought her home. They made her wake up, eat, and go to sleep. It had been a while since she had spoken more than a few words, and a while since she had gone a full day without crying. In the city, there was no place to run. And you could hide, but not for long. You would always be found. Siren's Port was claustrophobic. Once people knew your name, it was set in stone. You were recognized even when you didn't want to be. You couldn't start over, because there was no one to fool. No one but yourself.
Wake up. Try to eat. Vomit. Cry. Brush hair. Get dressed. Leave.
Jinx had to break the cycle eventually. She had to find some way to move on, and it was not going to be locked inside that little room. There, she was surrounded by memories that haunted her like ghosts. Small things Yukimi had left there, the fading scent of him on the pillows, her sketchbook full of his face. She both wanted to stay there forever, and scrub herself until she no longer felt like his. If she was new person, then she wouldn't have to cope with it all. She wouldn't have to be the girl he left behind.
But she was.
She took the usual way to the theater, feeling like she was on autopilot the whole way. The place was empty. Sunday mornings were never usually busy. The dressing room was untouched. The stage was unlit. Jinx took her time setting it all up like it was a usual day. The lights and music. A clear, clean stage. A place that felt safe. Hair tied back. Morning stretches. And then, she danced.