Post by angelique paquet on Mar 11, 2009 23:01:42 GMT -5
♥ angelique ♥
Now if she touches like this
will you touch her right back
Now if she moves like this
will you move like that
shake, shake, shake
SHAKE, SHAKE IT
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[/b]ngelique entered the room, and dropped her bag in the corner of the room. She was wearing some casual dance clothes, a back and pink chloe pullover, which she loved because of the real diamond detailing on the side of the hood. Underneath, she was wearing a white tank top that was cut off at the bottom, which revealed her toned stomach. As well, she was wearing a prada dance skirt, which was the same pink as the pullover. Her pink, black, and white legwarmers covered up her long, tight covered legs, and the top of her pink, Gaynor Minden pointe shoes. Walking over towards the barre, she shoved down her leg warmers so they bunched around her ankles. Sitting down on the ground, she began to stretch. A few minutes later, she deemed her muscles warmed up and stood up. At first only marking the steps, she began to dance out part of a routine that she was working on. Sure, she didn't exactly have a teacher at the moment, but that didn't mean she couldn't make up her own routine or practice on her own. Eventually, she warmed up and began dancing it out full. She was whirling, and jumping through the air, and being everywhere at once. Her long ponytail flew behind her as she spun, and her shoes flashed from beneath the black leg warmers.A
A[/b]lthough not many people knew it, Angelique had been dancing since she was a young girl. Her parents had used it as a method to get her out of the house and to keep her occupied and out of trouble. First, it had been basic things, things like ballroom dancing as well as other dances that she would need to know for the parties and gatherings that the upper class families attended. Although she was only five, she would be expected to know the dances. However, Angelique eventually developed a fondness for dancing, and took up other styles of dance on her own free will. Her parents really didn't mind, they thought that the extra dance lessons would give their daughter extra grace as well as movement. Not to mention it would keep her away from boys and whatnot. Upon entering Beauxbatons, Angelique had continued with her dance lessons, taking the optional course that was available at Beauxbatons for the students to take, if they wished to do so. Soon, she began to specialize in Jazz and Ballet, and she was pretty well versed in modern as well as hip hop.
A[/b]s well, with her musical background, Angelique's dream of becoming a famous triple threat performer was born, and it only grew as she took voice as well as drama classes at Beauxbatons. That was another reason why she wanted to stay at Beauxbatons, she had known from the beginning that Hogwart's didn't really cater to the artsy side of their students, something that Angelique really resented. Honestly, with so many students at Hogwarts, you would think that at least a few of them would be interested in getting a proper arts program installed at the school. But even if there were people in the school who were intersted in art, the school focused mostly on the heavy duty classes, classes such as muggle studies as well as other useless classes such as divination. But really, who actually took divination? Coudln't they have replaced a stargazing class with a dance class or something? Or if not, couldn't they have a club for it that would put on drama productions every once in a while? Angelique would have been satisfied if even one of those things was available to the average student, but unfortunately, none of them were available, and Angelique was stuck practicing on her own.
B[/b]ut maybe she should suggest something along those lines to the headmaster? He might do something about it, he had seemed pretty fair in the few times that she had met and talked to him. He seemed quite nice too, as well as understanding. Hell, he had allowed Angelique to come to Hogwarts during the summer to be sorted, just so that she wouldn't have to be embarrassed in front of her peers, standing among the short first years as she waited to be sorted. Then again, there was also the possibility that all the artsy kids were too shy to ask for classes. But although that might be a realistic possibility for the kids that drew and whatnot, Angelique knew that the kids who usually took drama were loud and demanding: they would not let their opinion and voices go unheard. But even if they had talked or mentioned something to the headmaster about it, maybe it was too informal for the headmaster to take note. Maybe a petition would be a better option, more formal and much more organized. The headmaster certainly couldn't ignore a petition, could he? That thought cheered Angelique up greatly, and realizing that her mind had wandered greatly, she turned her mind back to the activity that she was doing at the moment: dancing.
A[/b]t the end of the choreographed piece, she stepped down from pointe and stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her slender waist, trying to catch her breath. Walking over towards the ceiling to floor windows, she bent down and pulled a towel and a bottle of Perrier from her bag. Sitting down on the ground, she wiped off the sweat on her face and neck, and then dropped it back on top of her bag. She pulled her long black legwarmers back up her legs until they reached her knees, and opening the bottle of water, she took a few sips, and then closed it. Looking around the room, she noted that the room was worth so much more than people normally gave it credit for. Hell, Angelique hadn't been able to find a dance studio, and after walking back and forth across this stretch, a dance studio had appeared, giving Angelique the perfect place to practice and keep herself in shape. Besides, dancing was her hobby and nothing in the world could ever make her give that up.
F[/b]eeling random strands of her hair sticking to her neck, she sighed and pulled the elastic band out of her long hair. Pulling all the pieces together, she made sure that she had all the pieces and tied it up with the elastic. Pulling a hair clip out of her bag, she put it into her mouth and held it there while her hands twisted her long hair into a bun. Holding it there with one hand, she pulled the clip out of her mouth and secured the bun to her head. Now that she was finished with that, Angelique got up once more, brushing herself off before heading towards the barre. Resting both of her hands on the barre, Angelique began doing floor exercises, starting off with the basic plie and then eventually moving on to grande battements. It took all her effort to keep her leg extended out in front of her. One of her hands was rested on the barre while the other one was extended out in the classic second position.
A[/b]fter a few minutes passed, Angelique brought her leg back down, wincing as she massaged the muscle. It really did hurt, but that was just half of the whole idea. If she didn't keep her muscles in shape, well, the next time she tried to do this, she would just about die. Now that her leg felt just about normal again, Angelique turned and returned to the position that she had formerly been in. However, instead of just raising one leg this time, Angelique stepped onto her toes, her pointe shoes going horizontally up. After moving her feet a few time to settle into the new position, Angelique began raising her leg once again, only stopping when it was ninety degrees from the ground. As she held it there, Angelique heard the door opening behind her. Rather, the door slammed right open, which surprised Angelique to no end. Her position faltered, which sent her crashing to the ground. "Oh, merde!" she said, swearing quite audibly. Rubbing the leg that had been supporting her weight, she turned to glare at the person who had just entered the room. Who on earth was that person and what did they want? However, before she could voice her annoyance at the other person, the pain in her ankle re-directed her attention back to her foot.
R[/b]ealizing that the pain in her ankle indicated something a bit more serious than the average sprain, Angelique bit her lip, trying to keep the swear words that she was so tempted to say in her head. Gingerly, she peeled back the black legwarmers that were covering the ankle, prepared for the worst scenario possible. What she saw made her lose it, and a stream of quite colorful swear words flowed from her mouth, both french and english. By now, she had forgotten about the other person in the room, her attention being completely on her swollen ankle. Had she twisted it or had she sprained it? Maybe she had pulled a muscle, a tendon in her ankle? Why the hell had she been so stupid? If she had just locked the door to the studio, she could have avoided this whole mess, but honestly, who expected another person to come flying into the room uninvited and unannounced? It honestly seemed like life hated her sometimes, and she had no idea why. What had she done to deserve this? Was her karma really that bad?
((ooc: wow... might have gone a bit overboard here... XD. feel free to reply, but just so you know, i'm usually not this insane... lol. oh yeah, your post doesn't have have to be anywhere near this one, a two paragraph one would do nicely, =D))[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]
