Wednesday November 23rd, before school in one of the music rooms
Hikaru rubbed her eyes as she set her things down with her free hand. Her father had come in drunk and she had quickly left the house once she was sure he wouldn't kill himself, arriving to school much earlier than most students did, and far earlier than she usually did. With a sigh, she pulled out her ballet point shoes and changed shoes, figuring she'd get a little bit of practice in before classes started, since she'd end up just sitting around anyways. It would lower the amount of stress she was feeling as well, which would be all to the good since classes were sure to make her more stressed.
"Why did he have to get drunk...?" she muttered softly to herself, not really noting that she was talking outloud to herself. She continued under her breath, "I'll bet he lost his job again....and after all that work too."
She started to stretch out carefully, knowing better than to start dancing ballet without at least a good amount of stretching first. Only once she was adequately stretched and warmed up did she start to dance, keeping the moves to basics that she wouldn't end up messing up on, but doing so at a fever pitch to work out her frustrations as well. As she danced, the anger at her father faded until it was nothing more than a minor irritation.
'Relapse...' she thought, a small sigh escaping her as she slowed her movements to something that portrayed her slight twinge of heart-ache, letting her body cool while she continued the slower pace. '...I'll bet something triggered memories of Mother again and he ended up so depressed he went and got drunk...'
((OOC: Thanks Okita for reminding me about Thanksgiving...))
"Why did he have to get drunk...?" she muttered softly to herself, not really noting that she was talking outloud to herself. She continued under her breath, "I'll bet he lost his job again....and after all that work too."
She started to stretch out carefully, knowing better than to start dancing ballet without at least a good amount of stretching first. Only once she was adequately stretched and warmed up did she start to dance, keeping the moves to basics that she wouldn't end up messing up on, but doing so at a fever pitch to work out her frustrations as well. As she danced, the anger at her father faded until it was nothing more than a minor irritation.
'Relapse...' she thought, a small sigh escaping her as she slowed her movements to something that portrayed her slight twinge of heart-ache, letting her body cool while she continued the slower pace. '...I'll bet something triggered memories of Mother again and he ended up so depressed he went and got drunk...'
((OOC: Thanks Okita for reminding me about Thanksgiving...))