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Post by Jess Sinclair on Oct 10, 2009 23:35:28 GMT -5
Jess chuckled as he commented that he hadn't recognized her. When she saw the principal waiting for him, she muttered "good luck" before they split ways.
Arriving at her class, Jess apologized for her lateness, noticing the whispers from people who had seen her walking with Jason. She shot them a glare. She was well liked among the school, honestly becoming one of the more popular girls. Her boyfriend was a member of the football team, a senior named Brad. He was a teammate of Derrick's, though both of them admitted they didn't like his attitude very much. Still, she knew he wouldn't be happy about the scene in the hall today.
Those kind of thoughts occupied her mind as the class went by, and she corrected papers in the back of the room. It was English, something she was good at, and didn't have to focus too much on. Soon, the class bell rang, and she handed the papers to the teacher, exiting the classroom. A few people caught up with her, talking in low tones. "We saw you talking to curse boy. Tell us the story, how did he get cursed?" they asked. Irritated, her eyes flashed as she looked at them, and raised her voice. "I will say this once, and make myself very clear. He is not cursed. Anyone who things that is simply a dumbass. Derrick deserved what he got in the hallway today, and honestly I'm horrified at how much of fucking freshman the so called upperclassman are acting" she said, people stopping dead in the hallway upon hearing her. A good majority of the people looked ashamed. Jess was looked up to in the school, being the valedictorian, and the one who'd gotten the money raised for most of the new stuff they had. Even being friends with Jason wouldn't take that away, and she was damned determined that his last year here was going to be different.
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Post by DJ Merenth on Oct 11, 2009 0:01:42 GMT -5
Jason scoffed more before mumbling a "Crystal clear." before the principle started to rant about the school policies and rules. He also pointed out the rules that were broken and spit upon by his very apperance in school. Jason shook his head lightly as he listened to the fat pompous man before him.The principle wouldnt know, but Jason did see him amoung the other faculty laughing at him when he was being picked on.
When he finished his ranting, the principle sent him to the secretary in the main office. Jason walked by the woman without looking at her, as he already knew there was a snearing look aimed towards him. He grabbed the paper with his classes on it and left the office. Looking down at it, he read thru what he needed to take, then saw a nasty little remark on the bottum of the page.
-Get out of the school. We dont need your petty problems and frvilious parents floundering your money around the school.- Jason laughed loudly before walking down the hall. He didnt know where any of the classes were, nor would he unless he asked someone, and that wasnt going to happen. He began to just walk aimlessly around the school grounds, looking in class after class till he heard the bell ring.
He was going to continue to walk till he heard a very familiar voice shouting out. Without thinking if it was bad or not, he walked towards it, shoving his schedule into his pocket. When he stopped by the hall he heard it from, he saw Jess talking with some people. He just waited till she was done before giving a wave when she looked around.
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Post by Jess Sinclair on Oct 11, 2009 10:36:33 GMT -5
Seeing Jason wave, Jess smiled and started walking toward him, only to be intercepted by a tall guy with blonde hair. He put his arms around her, his back to Jason. Jess kissed him softly, looking up at him with a sigh. "Hey Brad, what's up?" He looked concerned and a trifle annoyed. "He is. You shouldn't be hanging out with him Jess. He's dangerous, you saw what he did to Derrick. He's out for at least the first three games" Jess looked up at him, annoyance clear on her features. "And apparently you weren't listening to what I just said. Anyone who believes those rumors is a dumbass, which I know you aren't Brad. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go work in the studio" she said, sliding around him. Raising her hand in a wave to Jason, she made her way back to the studio. Most of her classes were electives. She had only one necessary class the entire year, so she was enjoying being able to work on theater and dance. Not even waiting for the class bell, she changed in a side room lightening fast to a green dress with a flowy skirt that came to mid thigh. The straps were about two inches wide, with a heart shaped neckline. The dress clung to her like a second skin. A pair of spandex leggings came just below the knee. She pulled her hair into a high, tight ponytail, the strands still reaching her shoulders. The black point shoes came out again, and Beyonce's 'Halo' played on the stereo.
Gracefully she moved, spinning as the skirt flared out beautifully. Her movements were fluid, as she easily did a no handed cartwheel, still landing easily on her toes. Going back into spins and leaps, she was lost in her own world, not even seeing the people watching her through the large windows.
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Post by DJ Merenth on Oct 11, 2009 12:02:05 GMT -5
Jason smiled as she began to walk towards him, then frowned as someone walked in front of her and kept his back to her. He just leaned back against the wall and strained his ears to hear over the roar of the students. He heard a little bit and just shook his head. He was about to turn around and leave before seeing her wave again to him. He waved back and smiled softly before following a little behind. He didnt care for anyone else, nor did he scare for his life. He just felt like seeing her more.
Jason followed her to the studio and leaned against the door as she disappeared into the changing room. He didnt follow anymore then the door and watched the room. Students who passed by gave him glares and he just ignored them. When she returned, he kept watching her as she turned the music on and started dancing. He smiled more as he watched her, seeing that she had really changed before feeling someone grab his shoulder and rip him from the door.
"Listen up, curse boy. Her boyfriend doesnt like you nor does he want you around her. If you understand that, then we have a common ground. So pick your saggy ass up and leave." Jason just glanced back and shook his head, shrugging his shoulder from their grip and moving back to the door. They grabbed his shoulder again and yanked him back. "Didnt you hear a word i said?" Jason growled and spoke up rather loudly.
"I dont give a rats ass who doesnt like me, because it seems everyone doesnt. And i really dont care if its someone who thinks he takes presidence over his own girlfriends opinion and friends. So you can tell this so called boyfriend that if he wants me gone, he needs to speak with her. Im not gonna leave just because some pompous boy thinks im a big bad guy." He just looked back into the studio, hoping the arguement didnt disturb her dancing.
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Post by Jess Sinclair on Oct 11, 2009 18:10:38 GMT -5
Finishing the routine, she stumbled to a halt as she heard the argument in the hallway. She recognized another one of Brad's teammates. With a sigh, she walked over unseen to the two boys. She was really sick of the shit. Reaching them just in time for Jason to finish speaking, her hand shot past him as she instantly moved to on pointe to make her taller. Her fist wrapped in the front of Kevin's shirt, and she stepped past Jason to yank Kevin's face down level with hers, her eyes snapping. "Let me make this perfectly clear. I make my own decisions, not Brad. He doesn't like it, tough shit. Jason was around long before he was. Keep your fucking hands to yourself, and keep your fucking mouth shut" she snapped, before shoving him hard backwards. The boy stumbled backwards partially from shock, running into a group of 'emo' kids. Without saying anything else, she turned and went back into the studio, and into the dressing room. Barely a minute passed, and she returned, wearing a pair of baggy camo pants, and a black crop top. Soon, the sound of Hollywood Undead's "Undead" poured into the halls. Flawlessly and powerfully she moved to the music, performing handstands, flips, and other breakdancing/hip hop moves perfectly.
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Post by DJ Merenth on Oct 11, 2009 18:21:14 GMT -5
Jason blinked as a hand moved past him and saw the boy get yanked down. He turned his head enough to see jess was the one yanking him and almost laughed as she spoke. It was nothing but truth, at least to him. He never believed in the whole girls decisions are decided by their bfs. He scoffed as the boy was thrust back and chuckled a bit. He turned to say thank you, but found she had already returned into the dressing room. He walked into the studio and found a seat by the entrence, watching as she came back into it.
New cloths were donned on her and he smiled softly, wondering what she planned on doing. When he heard the music had changed, he watched intregingly, curious how she had such a variety to her dancing. It amazed him at how much she grew, but found himself not being very suprised that she would be as popular as she was. He was happy that at least one of them escaped the torment.
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Post by Jess Sinclair on Oct 11, 2009 20:15:58 GMT -5
Pausing in her dance, Jess noticed Jason sitting by the door. Going over, she nudged him toward the door. "Go to class. I can help with the students, but not the teachers. Please, please don't give them a reason to hate you" she pleaded, pushing him more through the door. "My teacher's going to be here soon. I still have to change. Go!" she emphasized, concern written on her face.
As soon as he'd gone, she was back in the dressing room. Only a few moments, and the music was soft and slow again as she moved gracefully. Promptly, a short, petite older woman entered the studio. Jess curtsied low, a smile on her face. She focused on breathing deeply, pushing anything but dance from her mind. Her dance lesson was the length of two of the school's classes, and as the teacher shut the door and directed her to the barre, she hoped and prayed Jason wasn't getting into more trouble.
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Post by DJ Merenth on Oct 11, 2009 20:25:49 GMT -5
Jason watched for a bit with a smile before feeling her nudge when he realized the music was paused and she was by him. He understood what she was saying and new it to be a truth, but how could he continue the day with such a shity morning? Jason moved with her pushing, sighing lightly as he nodded. He walked down the hall and looked at his class schedule, finding his room. When he entered, only one person sat in the classroom. Before he could even think of turning and leaving, the boy spoke.
"So your the curse. The boy everyone is talking about? You dont seem like much." Jason scoffed and looked at the boy thru his glasses, before commenting lightly. "Where is the class?" The boy laughed and shrugged. "Probably other classes right now. Even the teacher left when he heard you were going to be in the class. Shit, i think he was the first to walk out the door." Jason shook his head and turned to leave before the boy caught him with more words.
"They dont like you. You see that. You know that. Yet you continue to try and be here. Why?" The boy didnt seem to care who he was, and didnt seem to mind the nickname. "You would think after 8 years they would mature." Was all Jason said before taking a seat by the corner table next to the door.
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Post by Jess Sinclair on Oct 11, 2009 21:37:18 GMT -5
Sweat poured down her face. Her eyes were sharp as she performed the series of leaps into spins. She'd been working on the sequence for the past hour. The dark green leotard she'd donned in place of the dress stuck to her. Come on, one more Jess, just get it right.... she thought as she prepared for the grand leap near the end. Classes had let out, and people milled past the window as she performed the grand jutee, her graceful form seeming to hang in the air for a moment before touching down lightly. Immediately, she moved into a spin, but she'd pushed her body one too many before breaking for a drink. The knee buckled, and she tumbled to a heap on the ground. Her teacher Madam Bouchet had left only moments before to go talk to the director about her role in the fall play.
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Post by DJ Merenth on Oct 11, 2009 22:01:27 GMT -5
Jason had fallen asleep on the desk only a couple minutes after entering the class. When the bell rang, he bolted up half asleep and looked around. The boy he had spoken to at the beginning had disappeared. He only shrugged and got up, walking out the door. His schedule was all crumpled by now in his pocket as he had pulled it out and stuffed it back into his pocket several times.
His next class brought him down the hall past the studio, so he decided to take a peek in at Jess before he went to his next class. He watched her spin, only to crumple to the ground. He slid a little, but jumped thru the door as a semi start to a run, making his way to where she was. "You ok?" he asked quickly.
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Post by Jess Sinclair on Oct 11, 2009 22:37:12 GMT -5
She jumped a little as Jason appeared beside her, interrupting her mental chiding. So fucking stupid. Should've known better she thought one last time before looking up at him sheepishly. "Yeah, I'm ok. Just didn't break soon enough for my knee, I guess. I swear I'll never get this sequence right" she said, not even bothering to stand. She sat on the floor, her knees tucked up a little bit as she rested her arms across them. Just then, the teacher came back, putting her sharp little hand on his shoulder. "Young man. If you are going to be in this studio, you are going to dance, not distract my protege. She needs a partner. If that is you, fine. If not, please leave" she snapped, not showing any contempt or judgement, simply the way she was.
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Post by DJ Merenth on Oct 12, 2009 6:50:39 GMT -5
Jason nodded softly when she spoke, still concerned about her cause she wasnt moving. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he flipped and shook it off, bouncing away in another direction before seeing who it was. He just stood tere for a moment hearing everything she said before he stumbled towards the door. "I cant dance.... I mean.... only a little, but not theater...." He spoke as he stumbled.
When he made it to the door, he gave a little wave to Jess before he left quickly. The teacher had scared him shitless because he was to busy paying attention to jess.
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Post by Jess Sinclair on Oct 13, 2009 18:37:39 GMT -5
Jess could have laughed at how much he jumped. As it was, she smiled sympathetically as he left the room. Standing again, she kept her head tilted down, a sign of respect for her teacher. "Show me you were working, and not just wasting your time talking to boys" Madam said, her lips tensed in obvious disapproval. "Yes Madam" she said meekly, rising to her toes and gracefully moving to the other side of the room.
Taking a deep breath, she centered herself. Her back was straight, looking like she was pulled up by an invisible string from the top of her head. "Weightless" was barely a whisper upon her slowly released breath. I wish Jason could see this she thought, before all thoughts were quickly dismissed. Moving forward, she performed a few simple, basic steps before the grand jutee, leaping gracefully and seeming to hang in the air for a moment. Without a sound, she landed, moving into the phirouettes flawlessly. Ending in a pose, she lowered herself to stand flat again as her teacher clapped lightly. "Very good, Jessica. Time to work on the next sequence" Jess nodded, taking a slow breath with a smile. Bring it on she thought, determined.
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Post by DJ Merenth on Oct 13, 2009 21:05:24 GMT -5
Jason breathed heavily as he stood a bit down the hall from the studio doors. His chest was heaving in and out as if he had seen a ghost. He didnt scare easily, and with all that he had been thru, he thought he was used to it by now. Shaking his head lightly, he pushed his glasses up on his nose and turned, only to be shoved down onto the floor rather hard.
Because of the shove, his glasses shot off his head and bounced away. He went blind. "Look at this, everybody! Hes scared of the ballet teacher!" Jason heard kids laughiing before he felt something hard hit him in the stomach as he started getting up. He lost his breath for a moment, and when he caught it enough to breath, his jaw got smacked by a fist. He crumpled to the ground inaudibly.
He couldnt see who was hitting him or even attempt to defend himself. The students began to laugh loudly as he was hit countless times. He didnt know how many people were around him. But he started getting light headed and soon, all the sounds were melding into one. Was thsi what it was ment to be beaten to death? He just curled a bit as the beating continued, helpless to do anything right then.
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Post by Jess Sinclair on Oct 13, 2009 22:25:45 GMT -5
Hearing some noise, Jess' gaze sharpened and she stopped dead in the middle of a move. Her face flushed with fury. She already knew what was happening. "Excuse me" she said as she ran out of the studio, her tone clipped. Now, as a rule, Jess was a lover, not a fighter. She'd never been trained a day in her life. But, stage combat she could do, and all regular fighting was stage fighting except connecting, right? Running forward, she saw the boy about to hit Jason again. Her blue eyes flashed with anger and she leapt forward, letting her legs give out underneath her as she grabbed the boy's arm. Her weight combined with his momentum pulled him down, flipping to land on the back of his shoulder. He gasped as the breath left his lungs, writhing on the ground in pain. A spin, and she went for the second one who'd attacked Jason, her powerful legs coming up to catch him in the ribs. The boy gasped, doubling over as she did a perfect pirhouette, her leg coming back around to catch the boy in the face before he could react. The boy collapsed, and Jess stood on her tiptoes, balancing easily in her shoes. Luckily, there wasn't a crowd this time seeing as everyone was in class.
Bending her legs gracefully, she fell to the floor beside Jason, handing him his glasses. The teacher came quickly after her, taking each of the boys she'd injured by the ears, leading them limping down the hall. Gently, she smoothed Jason's hair back from his face, her expression concerned. Efficiently, she moved his shirt up a bit, checking the lower ribs for injury. In hip hop dancing, fallen dancers were prone to inury, so she knew what she was looking for. Seeing the expression on his face, she gave him a stern look, the fury still not cooled from her eyes. "Don't.move"
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