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Post by Devalin 'Dev' Kiel on Apr 3, 2012 19:55:19 GMT -5
"Cliched New Yorkers Or thirty minutes in traffic for a ten minute walk, you pick" She said sarcastically as she walked out of the dance hall, assuming the girl was still behind her, and if she wasn't, oh well. Her lost. She just rolled her eyes as she walked down to her apartment. Why would she drive here? It was a few minutes walk and it was good for her, Got to interact with people who hated her. Plus she didn't want anyone at school to see her car, or else they would all be bothering her for rides and stuff. She didn't want to deal with that.
She just wanted to go home, get a coffee and dance some real dancing. Was that too much to ask. This el girl seem interesting though, like she was a younger Dev with not nearly as much skill in ruining life's. She was more that bitch you met and forgot about. If dev was found to be a bitch, she wanted to make sure she would be remembered for a long time.
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Post by Elise Snow on Apr 5, 2012 17:25:26 GMT -5
El smiled and let herself blush a little like she was embarrassed, but also like it was no big deal. When Dev turned away from her though her expression soured a bit. That was stupid, she fumed, the idea of walking hadn’t even occurred to her. And now she felt like a little bit of an idiot, and she wasn’t happy. Granted, it really wasn’t that big a deal, but looking stupid had been something she’d hoped to avoid doing with Dev. She already had a few strikes against her and she couldn’t afford any more. Steeling herself and her expression, she followed after her.
“living this close sounds super convenient.” She said as she caught up to her since awkward silences really weren’t her thing. She walked beside her, but a few inches behind. She had learned that letting people walk ahead of you was kind of a way of establishing supremacy. Though of course there were some that liked to send there groupies out before them, but those either thought they were gangster/ drug dealer types or had serious ego problems.
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Post by Devalin 'Dev' Kiel on Apr 7, 2012 22:58:23 GMT -5
"It is." She said simply as they walk, knowing she was behind her now. This girl was slightly stupid, but she rolled her eyes as she let the clearly nieve girl follow along. She didn't care much for the stupid questions but it made her want to laugh as she tried to impress her, Clearly wanting to be on her side of everything, when she wasn't. who knew though, maybe he would be useful one day to her and she would be able to use things against her like she did with everyone else.
The walk wasn't long at all till they made it to the corner where a small startbucks sat and a loft above it sat. Technically she owned the whole building, but she rented the lower part to the owner of the Starbucks. She smirked softly as she walked in, not bothering to hold the door open for her, if she wanted to leave she had the choice to. She didn't care if she stayed or not. She smirked as she walked up to the counter and watched as Hector((owners name :3)) handed her the normal, Tea and a slice of coffee cake. She said a quick "Thanks" Before turning back to El, gesturing to the counter with her cup "Get whatever you want, its on me." She said as she took a sip
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Post by Elise Snow on Apr 12, 2012 21:19:26 GMT -5
Devalin picked up the pace a little bit after that, leaving Elise behind as she reached the Starbucks and whipped inside, the door closing swiftly beside.
Elise tried to act like her abrupt departure didn't matter, but the ugly look had returned and she had to fight to keep her shoulders from slumping. This wasn't going how she wanted it too and she was growing both disappointed and disenchanted from the whole thing anyway. But she wouldn't stop now, she'd look like a loser. though at the rate things were going she'd look like a loser anyway. She was going to have to try harder if she wanted this too work, or maybe her problem was that she was trying to hard.
Maybe she should just cool it, and take all that weird crap about being yourself to heart, except she didn't think she knew who that was anymore. Maybe...she should get a move on before she turned into some weird philosophical poetry freak who wondered about he meaning of life, she though with disgust, like, oh yeah, her baby sister. the one who really was a loser.
She stepped inside the Starbucks, quickly taking everything in.
She nodded at deb before turning to the guy, "Just a medium coffee," he voice sounding a little flat.
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Post by Devalin 'Dev' Kiel on Apr 23, 2012 17:15:22 GMT -5
Dev listened to the girl as she ordered her coffee. she was too boring. To typical. It wasn't okay with her. She just took another sip of her steaming tea and looked over the girl. Yup. This girl had a chance to be someone yet she wasn't, she just needed proper training and who better to do that then queen bitch. She just nodded as the girl got her coffee, waving her over with her finger and climbing the stairs in the back of the store that lead to a doorway, unlocking it with her key and opening it up to her home. This place wasn't cheap at all. The room curved at the top, almost looking like a dome but it gave the feeling of lots of space in the room. Simple furnished covered everywhere, Double couches and arm chairs, Book shelves and a very large dance floor with lights and stereos covering the wall behind it. Two ballet bars were it, The rest was just floor. The second floor was off limits to this girl No need to show her room or her stripper pole she had in the 'spare' room. That was her second most used room, other then the dance floor. "Welcome to my home." She said as she laid her bag on a glass table by the door, flipping on the lights, a few windows automatically opening to the city and a few neon lights with her name and Broadway turning on. She had to be wondering how rich this girl was by now. EXAPMLE OF THE LOFTANOTHERDANCE FLOOR |
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Post by Elise Snow on May 4, 2012 16:44:36 GMT -5
Elise watched as Dev got up and beckoned El with her finger. She felt like a dog, and a part of her wanted to slump down in her seat and not move, ever. But she couldn't do that, nor was she allowed to balk out now, however much she might want too.
She pulled herself off the chair and followed after her, trying to look supremely bored, but knowing she was probably failing. Maybe she should turn into a cheery little cheerleader and see how that went over, she mused disgustedly.
She couldn't stop an impressed look from crossing over her features as saw the place and Dev explained it to her. She could tell from Dev's attitude that she had it good, but this place...
She whistled, "how'd you get hooked up here?" She didn't think she was in danger of sounding cheesy, houses were on of the things you could compliment people on without having to worry about nasty consequences, at least by her rules.
Nor did she necessarily sound lower class, as most places, even nice places, didn't come with dance studios. Her mom's hadn't, it had just come with a big empty room that they'd fixed up and furnished a little. It was alright, not quite as good as here, but pretty close. Not that she could ever show it to Dev, considering it was her mothers house, but it was nice to know she wasn't missing out on too much.
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Post by Devalin 'Dev' Kiel on Jun 3, 2012 13:29:12 GMT -5
Dev just smirked, noting she impressed the girl from her house. As it should be, she didn't live in one of those crap dorms, she had this whole house to herself. She had a dance instructor, She had a literal castle in her family's name back in France. She was basically royal and she let the world know it no less. "My parents got it for me so i didn't have to live in a dorm" She said as she sat down in a chair and took a sip of her tea, raising a eye brow at the girl "I know its a lot, but its worth it." She said as she looked over at her dance studio, which she was probably gawking at.
It was about half sized the one at school but it was large enough for her dancing. Nor did it need lots of. Not that she cleaned. just less to pay the maid. Something about this girl, it annoyed her yet she wanted to help her. She wasn't a prick like the rest of the dance department. Not little clones with dreams of 'swan lake'. Ew, she would rather be sent to the bronx then do a swan lake performance. "So. Ely, I want to see what you can do." she said and gestured over to the dance studio "Lets see if you can even catch my intrest, which i think likely won't happen."
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Post by Elise Snow on Jun 7, 2012 20:38:57 GMT -5
Elise was about to make some snarky comment about her being her parents spoiled brat—only she wouldn't have said it so bluntly—when she remembered that's essentially who she was now. But Dev didn't know that. "How nice of them," she said in a slightly sarcastic voice. She'd never actually stayed in a dorm, even back when she'd been getting her general education requirements at the local community college she'd still lived at home. Still they didn't seam that bad to her but whatever. It probably had something to do with being the spoiled rich type, though if that's what she was then who knows, maybe Dev is her future. Well, she mused as she looked around, their could be worse things.
She was a little taken off guard when Dev asked her to dance, but then, that was what they came for right? Still though, she didn't take very well to being ordered around.
"What are you going to do if I don't want to, huh? Kick me out?" Her voice still that casual mix of disinterest and sarcasm, though there was a faint hint of a challenge in her voice she was sure the other girl could hear. She knew she was pushing it a bit with her comment, but she had to set some boundaries, otherwise Dev would think she was stupid lap dog who would do whatever she said. Elise may be taking a backseat in order to get this girl's goods, but she wasn't going to stoop that low.
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Post by Devalin 'Dev' Kiel on Jun 9, 2012 15:43:50 GMT -5
Dev could only smirk when she said that. So she did have some spunk in her. That was good, no need to have a wimp in her posy. This posy couldn't be just them, but she had more in mind, but for now, she already knew two important things. She fit the job and she wanted to be. Why the hell put up with her if she didn't? She knew she was a complete bitch and thats how she liked it. Not many people could actually 'pull off' being a bitch, They were just annoying.
"yes, You say that like its a question" She lied with out any tell, as she crossed her legs simply tapping her chin. "Well I'm waiting freshie? You do I need to show you the door now because you know you'll just embarrassed yourself." She said simply, a small smirk spreading from the corner of her face "well?" She said again as she raised her eyebrows, waiting to be impressed or left.
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Post by Elise Snow on Jun 14, 2012 10:58:43 GMT -5
Elise smiled, a humorless smile of course. She hated being called a freshie, two years in a row? That was more than anyone should have to take.
“Nah, I can do it,” she said, then she stopped. What the hell should she do? She’d always been a modern dancer, and was by no means ballerina, but she did sometimes stray closer to it than her other classmates. She usually tried to infuse some more hip-hoppish movements into that though, which made for an interesting combination. But Elise could pull it off.
It still felt awkward to just start, with Dev watching like she was a show she’d paid to see but didn’t actually want too.
She began to move. Her isolations punctured by long sweeping extensions, contractions interspersed with more free flowing movement. It was her own choreography, though it had been edited by her mentor, and it had won her a statewide competition a few years back. It had been the biggest competition she’d ever won or placed in, but it had been her last major success before things started going down the drain. So even though she hadn’t preformed it on a stage for almost four years, she’d never forgotten it. She clung to it, as though by doing so she could somehow bring back her glory days.
There had been a time when Elise was able to forget everything and everyone when she danced. When dance was pure freedom; just her, motion, and space. That had been what fueled her movement. Now, it was that anger she always seemed to carry with her, which certainly gave her the fire she needed to pull of the movement. But when she finally stopped somewhere between thirty seconds a minute, she wished she could go back to the time where nothing anyway said could take that freedom away from her. But those days had ended, and she wasn’t sure she could ever get them back.
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