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Post by V. Kenta Yamada on Jun 18, 2015 1:05:47 GMT
There wasn't a thing to do today - not that Kenta minded. He preferred having as little to do as possible. It kept his options open, gave him ample time to devote to his own pursuits.
Like today. Rosie was held up with Fashion Club business, but wanted him to wait for her so they could go home together. Spencer was busy, and so was Finn. Kenta had never been keen on any of the clubs here, though Hyacinth's pipe dream of an Engineering Club sounded semi-interesting. It hardly existed yet in the first place. As such, he had nothing to do.
He settled for creeping around the side of the high school building, slipping out a pack of cigarettes he snuck into his schoolbag, and lighting it for a sort of personal break. It wasn't much, but it was something. As he dragged nonchalantly, he noticed music filtering out from nearby -- an open window, he realised with a short glance. It nearly drowned out the cicadas screeching in the distance, a sure sign of the oncoming summer heat.
To pass the rest of his time, Kenta scrolled through his phone, occasionally pulling his cigarette from his lips to exhale. Maybe something interesting was happening on Mixi.
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Post by Treasa "Kage" Munro on Jun 18, 2015 1:26:11 GMT
No dance club today and no lesson at the theatre. That meant it was time to practice on her own. There would be a recital in a few months and Kage was determined to have the moves down perfectly. Memories of her childhood dance lessons floated through her head. Ballet, Jazz, Contemporary....all cut short by a man who should never have been allowed to get back into his car. She wanted to make her mother proud...but everything had had happened at the tryouts for vice captain left her wondering how proud could her mother really be. She had changed out of her uniform into a pair of black capris. They almost looks like short yoga pangs, but the legs were loose and flowy. Her top was loose, too, black little sheep patterned across it. Each of the sheep had a wool coat of red and black plaid. It hung off the shoulder to reveal a black, spagetti-strap tank top underneath. She slid into the empty classroom and set her bag down in a corner. She walked across the room and opened a window, wanting to let the breeze keep the room at least remotely cool while she worked. Kage pulled out her mp3 player and the mini speakers she had brought with her. They go pretty loud when she needed them to. She turned the speakers on and found the appropriate song. The English lyrics blared with the loud drums and guitars, leaving her moving to the music. Spins, leaps, repeated steps across the room. Her body flowed to the lyrics as she pictured her mother's face. The nights she crieds herself to sleep, wishing she had gotten the chance to say goodbye. The day she met Michi and her dad. The day she was taken away from her father. She missed her parents so much. Her concentration was broken as the smell of smoke wafted in through the open window. She stared at the window a moment, coughing as the foul scent captured her lungs. Her father smoked. She hated the smell and it often made her feel  . She walked over to the window, ready to yell at the offender when she caught a glimpse of him looking up at the window. Kenta. She had met him briefly the day she'd been reunited with Prim and Hyacinth. Like most members of the male species, he terrified her. "Yamada-san!" she called, waving her arms. "Could ye move further down a bit?" she asked, deciding to play nice. Prim was her friend after all. Kage couldn't fault the guy just because he scared her. It wasn't it fault. "Sorry, but the smell of the smoke's making me feel ." (No video to go with this one. Just use your imagination: Song) |
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Post by V. Kenta Yamada on Jun 18, 2015 2:39:36 GMT
Kenta looked up again, finding a body poking out of the formerly empty window. He pulled his cigarette away again, breathing out the smoke.
"Oh," He recognised her, too. "You're the crying girl."
He didn't know what else to call her; he didn't remember her name. What he did remember were the tears streaming down her face, almost relentlessly, in the middle of La Beurre, and Rosie and Hyacinth talking about it all on the way back. The whole thing had been strange, in his opinion, even if he'd occupied himself with Bam! School Idols for most of it. He'd paid enough attention.
"Your face is dry today." He quipped, dropping his cigarette to the ground and grinding the flame dead with his heel. Maybe this could be something to do. Something better. He wasn't sure what Rosie's friend was doing alone in a classroom, but it couldn't have been much. She certainly had enough time to nag him about his smoking. It helped that they knew each other, even if it was slightly. Honestly, he was sort of curious to see what else Rosie's friend did besides cry. "Can I come in? I have to listen to whatever it is you're playing in there, I might as well do it up close."
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Post by Treasa "Kage" Munro on Jun 18, 2015 2:49:53 GMT
Crying girl? Well....it was better than being called a poser. She certainly looked confused by the quip, but she decided to let it go. Maybe she'd get to see Prim today. There was so much she wanted to talk about with Prim. She wanted to know everything she'd missed when she lost contact with the twins. She shrugged when he asked to come up. She didn't really care. He was just going to see her practice for a show that wasn't being held at the school. "Aye, that's fine with me," she stated. She moved away from the window and pulled up the next song. The class was small right now, which granted them each quite a few solos. They also had a few group routines planned. Kage only had two songs settled on. With one more solo, she wasn't sure what she was going to pick. She wanted it to have meaning, though. For now she settled on one of the group routines. Her fingers moved over the mp3 player as she searched for the song. She took the starting pose and began to move through the steps. She loved this song. Their teacher was a fan of american music and while Kage preferred rock, there were a few pop songs she'd come to love through their rehearsals. This one was one of them. (Again, no video. I'm still cutting them together: Song) |
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Post by V. Kenta Yamada on Jul 8, 2015 22:57:53 GMT
Kenta shuffled down to and around the edge of the building, inside and to the room. His pace was slow, but his legs were long, and that evened things out. By the time he'd arrived, new music had started up. It was even louder now that he was inside, but he managed to tolerate it with a faint grimace. He could handle this. He'd been around loud music several times before. Kenta vaguely recognised this song, but only because of Spencer. This sounded like something Spencer's brother listened to.
He wouldn't have pegged Treasa as being into pop songs - weeping ballads and angry, shrieking metal, perhaps, yes, but never pop. Regardless, his face showed no hint of surprise. Rather, he sat quietly in one of the spare desks, the attention he normally would have paid to his phone set on Treasa. Honestly, he wouldn't have pegged her as a dancer, either - though she was barely that. Her movements were strange. Graceless. Very… off.
He waited until the music ended to speak up.
"Do you flail around like this on a regular basis?" He nestled his chin into his palm. His phone lay ignored on his desk.
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Post by Treasa "Kage" Munro on Jul 8, 2015 23:56:32 GMT
Kage suddenly regretted this. She wanted to do right by Prim, but it seemed like everyone was getting on her case lately. Ageha....Washio-sensei...her dancing was suffering. Even the dance teacher at the theatre had said Kage's improvement had stimied. She had shown great promise and was learning quickly, that was what the teacher had said, but now...she'd bottomed out. As if her inspiration was gone, and in a way, it was. She'd almost completely stopped going to Dance Team, feigning being or needing to be at the Host Club or Drama Club. In the end, she was just making herself suffer. She felt like no one cared anymore. "I'm rehearsing," she stated simply. She decided to practice one of her solos. She switched the song and the loud music began to play again. Music was her solace when she had no one else to go to. Now, it was time to put that solace to use. Her form began to move with the music. The title of the song was fitting. She HAD had enough. She was tired of being picked on. Tired of just letting things happen and blaming others for her own misdeeds. She would apologize to Spence and Souta....and even Ageha....but she would NOT be blamed for Washio-sensei's deeds. Not anymore. ( Dance and song) |
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Post by V. Kenta Yamada on Jul 9, 2015 1:03:56 GMT
Kenta had no other choice but to watch along quietly while Treasa tried. Actually, he did have a choice—the choice to ignore her and go back to messing about on his phone—but this seemed the slightest bit more interesting. She was certainly keen on thrashing around as much as possible in the space of three minutes.
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good. He just didn't understand it.
"You're still flailing." Kenta sniffed. He'd never moved his chin from his palm. "Good Lord. Are you new to this?" It reminded him of himself as a child, when he'd begun dance lessons. The music was loud and overstimulating. He couldn't catch hold of any of his cues. He was sure Treasa wasn't really the same way, though she looked it, whipping her head and arms around, slightly off-rhythm.
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Post by Treasa "Kage" Munro on Jul 14, 2015 0:04:32 GMT
It took all her strength not to scream. She had been alright with him hanging out up here, but not if he was going to critisize her. She got enough of that from Ageha. She stared at him. Be nice, she had to tell herself over and over again. "Ter be honest, I sort of am. Me mum started ter teach me as a kid, but....she died when I was nine. Da needed me on the farm so until I came here I dinnay have the chance ter learn." She didn't meet his eyes. There was pain she couldn't bring herself to show him. "I would have loved ter continue as a kid...but we couldnay afford it." Besides, she spent most of her time on the farm working or helping to raise her little brother. She stretched and decided to switch to the play. Elphaba only had one real dancing part and it was intentionally bad. Kage moved over to her mp3 player and scrolled through the lists of songs, finding the off vocal track for one of her favorite songs. "Did that really just happen? Have I actually understood this wierd quirk I try to suppress or hide is a talent....that could help me meet the Wizard? If I make good....so I'll make good...." As she sang the song her face lit up with the hope the song conveyed. The idea of being accepted. She knew what that was like. She knew what it was like to want to be normal. She poured her own emotions into the song, letting it become her own. Dance she wasn't so good at...but music. Singing. Acting. THAT was her specialty. (Not typing the whole song cause most of us know it, but here in case you need a refresher.) |
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Post by Prim Llewellyn-Mochizuki on Aug 3, 2015 6:41:27 GMT
Fashion Club was over! Thank God. Prim wasn't fond of people today and she could only handle them for so long before she had to go do something that didn't involve a ton of them.
Her current problem mostly had to do with the fact that she couldn't find her lovely Kenta! Where had he gone? He wasn't answering his phone, either. Of course he wasn't - the one time he wasn't glued to that thing was when she needed him. It annoyed her.
In her quest down the hallway, she happened to hear some music. Not too unusual, but the voice sounded sort of familiar, she guessed. Against her better judgement, she slid the door open and peeked inside. On the bright side, she saw Kenta, safe and sound and not actively murdering anybody!
Also, Kage was singing the song blaring through the room. She couldn't say she knew the song, but it sounded quite theatre-y. Maybe it was from that show Finn and Spencer were in - they had made her listen to some of the music, but she liked it when they sang it. They made it quite pretty! How had she ended up with such wonderfully talented people around her?
She scooted into the room, letting the door hang open behind her as she watched, trying to signal Kenta subtly.
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. She walked over to the window, ready to yell at the offender when she caught a glimpse of him looking up at the window.
