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Post by Alec Penber on Nov 9, 2017 21:34:23 GMT -7
Alec dwelled on the anxiousness rising within himself. Sure, he promised Oliver that he’d talk to him about any problems that arose, but they’d already spoken briefly about Miles. Oliver promised Alec that Miles was nothing to worry about. Nothing-to-worry-about. But that didn’t quell the thoughts that came, eating at the edge of Alec’s mind, telling him that what he had with Oliver was too perfect to be real. Too perfect to be real. There was far too good of a pick among the musical. The words that Oliver said to Miles upon his selection still rang in Alec’s mind - one of the best dancers he’d ever seen. That twisted Alec’s stomach. He felt the need to be perfect for Oliver, the best in everything possible. As he promised Oliver during their date in District 10, though originally a joke, he did work on the food and the sex. Once they got to the Capitol, Alec made Oliver dinner when he could. When Oliver picked his bed to share at night, Alec made sure to do everything Oliver might want. Perfect.
Part of that struggle manifested in the dancing. Alec wasn’t in the musical to dance himself: he was there to teach others to dance his choreography. Still, that sometimes involved demonstrations, and even when not working, Alec liked to dance on the stage by himself after hours, humoring himself into thinking that Oliver might be watching. When he wasn’t working, rehearsing, cooking, or f*cking Oliver, Alec was in his room dancing tirelessly. His body burned each day, but it was a good burn that spelled progress. Each time he practiced, Alec pushed himself farther and farther, stretching his body farther than he had even when he was a decade younger. He should’ve known that the obsession was unhealthy and that there was a limit.
Alec felt the burn in his muscles, particularly in the back of his left thigh, one day as he practiced. As he dipped into a hard move, he heard a loud and distinct pop [/I] in his leg. Alec let out a moan as he sank to the ground.[/span][/div]
That night, he couldn’t sleep as he stared at the ceiling. He knew something serious had happened. His leg was swollen and a black and purple bruise covered the back of his thigh where the pain came from. When he bore any weight on the leg, there was a sharp, shooting, hot pain that ran from the base of his leg all the way up.
Panic took him quickly. Torn muscles were hell for dancers. Alec saw his grim future playing out: someone in management noticing, pulling him from the musical and replacing him, taking him away from Oliver. Alec couldn’t let that happened. The distinctly metallic taste of terror filled his mouth as he felt his world crashing down around him. He couldn’t let anyone find out - he’d have to get over this quietly. For the next few days, Alec did his best to conceal the injury. It was only a matter of time, though. He felt like a ticking time bomb.
It was hard to pretend like everything was normal, but he did his best work at it, especially when he was with Oliver. They’d just finished dinner and were sitting on the couch in his room, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Alec tried desperately to lose himself in the conversation. ”It’s so hard to believe that this is the place you live,” he told Oliver. ”It’s just so big here, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
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The Capitol
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Nov 10, 2017 16:10:48 GMT -7
The days merged together for Oliver. One day after the next after the next. It had all turned into one big blur. He got up in the morning, sometimes in his own bed, sometimes in Alec's. They had breakfast either downstairs in the lobby with everyone or ordered room service. If they woke up late, or decided to stay in bed a little later, his assistant brought them a bagel to eat while at rehearsal. Then it was rehearsal until lunch, which was usually with the cast or if he was having a rough day, by himself or with Alec, or sometimes with Miles if Alec was busy doing extra work with someone. Then it was back to rehearsal for a couple more hours. Since day one of being on this journey, Oliver was rarely alone. There was always someone there 24/7, especially now that he had Alec. He didn't mind Alec being by his side all the time. His company always put him at ease. But sometimes, he just needed to be alone, and it was difficult to get that alone time he needed without making Alec feel unwanted. Instead, he took longer doing things on his own. When he took showers or baths by himself, he drew them out. When he walked somewhere alone, he walked slower. There were a few times he went all the way down on the elevator only to push the top floor button and then go back down, just to get an extra minute or two to himself in silence. The minutes he added to doing simple things added up and although they always felt too short, he began to realize that he had less and less time to do other things. Oliver sat on the couch beside Alec. It seemed as if they were always talking about something, their well in which their words were kept were bottomless pits. There was always something new to say, something new to find out. "You mean The Capitol?" he asked, turning his body towards him on the couch. "It only seems big because of all the things they've crammed in here. After a while, all the buildings--everything-- just fade in the background and you realize, it's all the same." "But I'm glad you're here. I don't know how I could do any of this without you," he smiled at Alec and put his hand on Alec's knee. WC: 404 TAG: Alec Penber
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District 9
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Post by Alec Penber on Nov 11, 2017 21:38:37 GMT -7
Of everything about Oliver, Alec loved the conversations they had together the most. There were always things to say and never any dull moments. Besides, when they spoke, Alec always learned something new or had a laugh. He cocked his head a bit at Oliver’s response and smiled a little. ”How do you mean? It seems like there is so much that it couldn’t possibly be the same, you know?” Alec leaned towards Oliver a bit. ”I feel like I could spend years and years exploring everything here with you.” He paused, remembering District 9. ”At home, it’s just miles and miles of fields, the Justice Building, and a handful of shops on Main Street. Sometimes in the summer, little markets spring up, but that’s about it. So this is overwhelming - but, of course, in the best way possible.”Alec initially smiled at Oliver’s sentiment, wanting to bury himself into the warm feeling, but then Oliver’s hand went to his knee. There wasn’t a ton of pressure, but it was enough to push the bottom of his leg against the seam of the couch, right exactly on top of the worst of the bruise. Alec felt the familiar burn of pain, worse this time because his muscle had already been aching before the pressure was applied. Alec moaned in pain, hissing slightly as his hand flew to the back of his leg to cup the place where the pain was stemming from. Now, he realized that the reaction he’d been trying to hide was blatantly obvious and probably not something he could play off easily, but he still decided to try nevertheless. ”Sorry,” Alec apologized, unable to contain a wince, ”I… pulled a muscle while I was practicing the other day.”Words: 316 Tags: Oliver A. Bennett
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Nov 21, 2017 22:44:14 GMT -7
He thought about it and tried to come up with the words in his head, but all he came up with were memories and feelings. Oliver sighed and shrugged, "it's just the all the same things to me. Sure there are variants and there's so many things here. But to me, it's just one big cluster of... excess. Everything is all about partying and sex and status. If it doesn't have anything to do with f*cking, getting high, or drunk, you won't find it here. People here are so easily manipulated by the superficial things." Oliver looked at Alec and smiled. He moved closer to him. "I never even realized it until you showed me. When we went to District 9, to your sister's farm, I saw for the first time that there was more to the world. More to life!" Oliver flinched when he saw Alec in pain. His body leaned backwards to look at Alec, his hand springing back towards himself. "What's the matter?" he asked and listened to Alec explain. Oliver sighed, partly from worry and partly from agitation. "And you didn't tell me?" Oliver was upset that Alec hadn't even told him. Was he ever going to tell him? And why would he hide this from him in the first place? But as soon as the words left his mouth, Oliver's face softened. "Did I hurt you badly? Maybe we should take you to the hospital if it hurts that bad." WC: 246 TAG: Alec Penber
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District 9
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Post by Alec Penber on Nov 22, 2017 23:08:56 GMT -7
Alec resented the fact that an otherwise wholesome moment with Oliver turned sour. He wanted to spend time talking about things like the development of their relationship and their goals for the future. Even though the musical’s tour hadn’t even begun, Alec was already wondering what the aftermath might look like. What were he and Oliver to do? Would they stay together? Live together? Alec felt that this conversation was the first brush at an idea of that, but, unfortunately, it was abandoned for the more time sensitive problem. Oliver’s words hurt just as much as his muscle. Alec’s imagined versions of them had been one of the many reasons he kept the injury secret: he didn’t want to upset Oliver or make him angry. Instead, it seemed that he’d done just that. At the suggestion of the hospital, Alec shook his head quickly. ”No, uh, no hospital,” he said at first. Truthfully, that was exactly where he needed to be. For now, though, his hardheaded determination to stay alongside Oliver was beating out his need of a doctor. ”I didn’t tell you - or anyone - because I don’t want to get sent to the doctor.” Alec felt the emotional wall he’d built up crumbling, the first rays of honesty beginning to shine through. ”I didn’t want to go to the hospital because… well… I don’t want them to keep me there.” Alec wasn’t scared of the doctor, just of his potential prognosis. He couldn’t bear to hear that he wouldn’t be able to dance again or that he would have to leave the show and Oliver. And, if given the choice, Alec would rather bear the pain of a ripped muscle one million out of one million times. Words: 307 Tags: Oliver A. Bennett
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Dec 7, 2017 0:06:26 GMT -7
It was odd, the way Alec was acting. He'd never been like this before and Oliver wasn't sure what to make of it. He'd hidden something from him for the first time. Even when Alec had almost slept with Kira, he went straight to Oliver and told him everything. Their relationship was founded on, not just explosive chemistry and understanding, but also on trust. Oliver had never hidden anything from Alec and as far as he was concerned Alec had never hidden anything from Oliver. Although they'd only known each other a few months and there was no possible way for Oliver to know everything about him, he felt that he at least knew the kind of person Alec was. He was the kind of person that Oliver wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Not just the kind of person, but the exact person. Oliver pushed his feelings to the side, though and tried to give Alec a sympathetic smile. "Alec, this could be serious. What does it matter if they keep you there, hospitals are pretty great in The Capitol," he said. He wasn't sure what kind of hospitals they had in District 9, but he was sure that The Capitol had the best medical care in all of Panem. "They can fix it." WC: 219 TAG: Alec Penber
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District 9
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Post by Alec Penber on Dec 7, 2017 23:33:02 GMT -7
Alec hated the feeling of dishonesty with Oliver. This injury had been the first thing Alec deliberately kept from his boyfriend. It felt ugly and unsettling and wrong. But more ugly and unsettling and wrong than the feeling of keeping secrets was the idea of being sent away. He felt immense relief as Oliver’s kind softness continued. Alec’s brow furrowed at his words, though. ”They can fix it?” he repeated. That was absolutely not the standard known in District 9. There, anything from influenza to an injury could be a death sentence. During the war, word passed around of a young worker living in the northern part of the District who fell from a ladder on his silo and broke his leg. Unable to work in the fields on his bad leg, he had no money for food in the winter following the harvest and starved to death. Alec was sure that the care was better in the Capitol but really, he had no clue as to what it was truly like. In 9, the treatment for something like a ripped muscle was reverent prayer that the wound healed itself enough such that work would be possible again. Alec assumed that his wound was probably fixable but not in an easy way. ”…they wouldn’t send me back?” he repeated, his eyes wide as he looked at Oliver. Glancing down, he asked in almost a whisper, ”Do you think that I’d be able to dance on it again?” The prospect of a solution was so exciting but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. What if Oliver was wrong? Words: 288 Tags: Oliver A. BennettNotes:
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Jun 20, 2018 11:45:01 GMT -7
Oliver gave him a reassuring smile, "This is the Capitol, they can fix anything." He looked him the eyes, unable to believe that Alec had hidden this from him because of his fear that he would have to go back or that he would never be able to dance again. None of that mattered to Oliver. He could always find another choreographer, but what he couldn't find was another Alec. He was more than just someone he worked with. Alec was his life, he would do anything to stay with him, even if it meant giving up the musical. "This is really what you were worried about?" he asked, leaning close to him. Oliver shook his head, "they won't send you back, I won't let them. But if you want them to fix you up, we have to go now before anymore damage is done." He reached up to touch his cheek, his thumb caressing the softness of his skin. His mouth opened and closed, unable to say the words that swelled up in his heart. There were so many words and at the same time none. What words could possible describe how he felt? Words were nothing compared to the feeling that was waiting to burst out of him. Instead a small sigh came out and finally he stood. WC: 221 TAG: Alec Penber
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