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Post by Kira Collins on Oct 26, 2017 19:15:44 GMT -7
Kira was absolutely exhausted. As much as she loved traveling from district to district, being stuck on the small train with the same people really took a tole on her. They were all dancers and singers, after all, and drama was their life. The older dancer had her own drama, after all. Rumors spread around the train quickly, and when they arrived to the Capitol, it seemed like everybody knew about Kira and Oliver's past relationship and everything that was going on in her personal life. It was embarrassing, especially since she was too mature for the dumb game the younger cast was playing. She didn't care if they knew things about her and it wouldn't affect her job. She also heard rumors swirling around that Oliver liked to sleep around with the cast. It made her jealous, of course, but she tried to brush it off as best as possible.
On the train, when Kira saw the Capitol again from her cabin, she almost cried. It was something she missed, something she longed for almost more than anything. This was where she grew up and where she learned how to dance. She never though she would be able to see it again, but here it was. As much as she hated to admit it, it was all thanks to Oliver. If he didn't offer her a job, she would probably be stuck in District 2 the rest of her life. It was quiet outside of her cabin, and she assumed everyone was watching the sight of the Capitol. She smiled to herself and looked away from the window. She wasn't sure how long they would exactly be rehearsing for in the Capitol and when the show would start, but she would want to stay in the city for as long as she could. District 2 was and never would be her home. She would always hold that place for the shining, grand Capitol city.
When the train landed into the station, it was evening and the sun was going down in the city. They were all dropped off at a private port since there were so many of them. The people around her gossiped and made remarks about the Capitol. She didn't have anything to say to anyone, so she stayed quiet. Several Peacekeepers escorted the team to a large building. She assumed that was where they would be living and rehearsing. By the time they got there, it was completely nightfall. The day had been exhausting as had been the past couple of weeks. Now was when the real thing happened.
The place that they were staying in was beautiful and looked like it was recently built. It might have been one of the hotels that people used to stay in and now was turned into living quarters for the ever-so-important Dark Days: The Musical traveling tour cast. It was strange to be in something just as important as her modeling was back in the day. This time, though, she wasn't the star. It didn't matter to her as long as she worked just as hard--no, harder--than everybody else. She wasn't just going to be another chorus dancer. She wasn't just going to blend in with everybody. She would do whatever it took to stand out from the rest of them even if she looked the same as all of them on stage.
Oliver's assistant gave out room assignments based on districts after the director, choreographer, and the assistant themselves. Since she was in the District 2 block, she was by herself. Most of the people had come from the Capitol, District 1, and District 4. She was completely and perfectly okay with being in a room by herself. In fact, that was exactly what she wanted. She could practice without distractions. Most of the cast seemed indifferent to her, but she was glad nobody despised her. She didn't want anyone out to come and get her.
She grabbed her keycard and walked to her room. Each room had a district and the person's name on there. She opened it up to see a bed, a desk, and a bathroom. It was everything she needed. She assumed that the other rooms were bigger, with multiple beds and dorm-like living, but hers was perfect. She had just enough room to dance, wouldn't be judged by others to rehearse her singing, and she could sleep without other members' whispers. She put the small backpack that she packed and threw it on her bed. She breathed. She was finally here.
Time passed by, and Kira's mind was racing. She tried to ware herself out by dancing, but it wasn't working. She had so much on her mind. She wondered what failure would mean to her if she wasn't good enough or what would happen if she injured herself. Those were only two of the thoughts racing in her mind. When the hallway was quiet and the parties seemed done, she opened her door. The hallway was completely trashed with bottles and toilet paper. She knew it had to be the Capitolite cast that did this. They used to do the same when she was in shows in the city. It was obnoxious.
She went back into her room and grabbed a trash can. Since she wasn't planning on sleeping anytime soon and she knew nobody else was going to clean it up, she decided to do it herself. Kira was obviously petty about it, but that was just her way of coping with things.
While she was cleaning up, she saw an unopened bottle of champagne on the ground among half-empty and spilled bottles of champagne. She grabbed it and looked towards the end of the hallway. She put it off to the side, doing a quick clean-up and picking the bottle back up.
Kira hadn't talked to Oliver in a while. She was kind of avoiding him, especially since there were a lot of rumors going around. But it was the night before the first real rehearsal, so it might be nice to have a sip of the alcohol. The last time she drank was with Alec. She knocked on Oliver's door. "Hey, I'm here to deliver a bottle. It reads 'from all the cast members you've slept with, here's to you'." Of course, it didn't really saw that, but Kira was a little petty. She tried to make a joke out of it, but she didn't know how the dark-haired man would react.
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Oct 27, 2017 21:20:31 GMT -7
He'd missed this. Even though he'd been traveling with this crew and had gotten some time to get to know them, it was nice to have everyone gathered in one place that wasn't the train. The hotel they were in was nice, paid for by their political sponsors whose names would be printed big and bold in banners and programs. And soon, they would see what they had spent their blood money on. Over the years Oliver had gotten better about handling his alcohol and tonight, it came in handy. They had been celebrating in the hallways of their floor, the entire crew coming out to party with everyone. Although many of them argued and bickered, they all had some good times. There was some awkwardness going on between him and Kira, but aside from that, he felt good about everyone. He even stole some alone time with Miles up on the roof before coming down for the party. He'd asked Alec to come to his room earlier, but the poor muffin was wiped out. It was alright, they would have tomorrow. And the next night. And the next. He left the party early and was glad that his room was the farthest away from the center of it all, though he could still hear everyone and the music that boomed in the hall. After a few hours, the noise died down, but there were still some stragglers who refused to let the party die. Oliver relaxed in the tub. He'd requested the suite, so he had a nice large tub that could fit he and Alec. But tonight, he was alone. The rap on his door surprised him, causing him to look at the clock on the wall in the living room. He stared at the door and heard faintly, Kira's voice. Oliver sighed and slid a little lower in the tub. He took in a few breaths and rose from the water, then grabbed a towel and wiped himself down as best he could before wrapping the towel around his waist and going to the door. His skin was still damp and his hair wet, but he wasn't going to take the time to get dressed right now. When he opened it, he saw the champagne she'd talked about. He pursed his lips, "Are we counting five years ago, or no? Because if we're not, then you wouldn't be on that list, would you?" The sassiness that came from him made him hate himself slightly, but truly, she'd been the one to start it this time. WC: 407 TAG: Kira Collins |
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Post by Kira Collins on Oct 27, 2017 21:53:23 GMT -7
Kira thought she knew everything about Oliver. She had gotten so used to his personality and so used to his routine that there would be no surprises when it came to him. Even though things were awkward between them, she still thought she knew him like the back of her hand. They were so used to each other all those years ago, but things did change. And when Oliver opened the door in just a towel, she was more surprised than she ever thought she would be. His body looked mostly the same from when they were together, but the act of him coming to the door in nothing but a towel was something she would never expect.
"Um, well..." she said in response to him. She didn't know what to say. After the backhanded sass and the mostly naked body in front of her, she was honestly stunned. Kira looked up at his face. "Yeah, I deserved that." She said, shrugging. "May I come in?" She asked, brushing his body as she walked inside. She set the champagne on the table, looking at his room. It seemed a lot more impressive than hers. Which made sense, considering he was the director and she was a chorus girl.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and had her hands in her black dress pockets. "I've just been hearing rumors, that's all. Not that I care, you know, but I just don't want you to develop a bad reputation because you're a great director." She knew this wouldn't go over well. She smiled. "Well, this would be a lot better with alcohol, don't you think?" She grabbed a glass out of the cabinet, opened the champagne, and poured it into a glass. "I talk way too much late at night." She took a drink of the alcohol like it was a shot and not in a wine glass. She needed to be a lot more drunk, especially with Oliver being as undressed as he was currently.
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Oct 27, 2017 23:42:42 GMT -7
He was taken back for a moment by the way her eyes wandered over his body. Although he knew he only had a towel on around his waist, he hadn't thought about her seeing him. Perhaps it was the alcohol from earlier or the time of night, but clearly, he wasn't thinking. Her stare made him insecure and defensive at the same time. Although he didn't work on his body as much as he should, he did made a point to exercise at least once a day. Plus all the cardio with Alec. Did she think he looked good? God. Why did he even care anymore? When she brushed past him, her skin touching his chest, a breath caught in his throat. What the hell was going on here? "Please, come in. Make yourself at f*cking home," he said sarcastically. Oliver looked outside the door down the hallway one way, and then looked down the other way. He didn't want anyone seeing her go inside his room, even though he didn't want her in there in the first place. "Have you been hearing rumors or have you been creating rumors?" he said as he closed the door and watched her pour herself a drink. She really was making herself at home. Oliver couldn't believe what she was saying right now. The nerve! He wanted to take her glass and champagne and pour it down the sink. But he just couldn't help himself, he walked towards her and crossed his arms. "I've heard rumors of my own, like you and Alec?" Oliver hated saying their names together. It made him sick to his stomach. He sneered and shook his head, moving away from her. "Anyways, it doesn't matter. What do you care about my reputation? My reputation has nothing to do with you, not anymore. You made sure of that," Oliver was bitter. Even after all these years and even when he had Alec, he was still bitter. She'd left him. He'd loved her and she'd left him. Oliver didn't move from his place when she drank. He already knew drinking would be a bad idea. He already had alcohol in his system, though it had been a few hours. He, at least, could make clear decisions. Kira would not best him again, not this time. WC: 386 TAG: Kira CollinsNOTES: this is a like a game that they feel they have to win xD |
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Post by Kira Collins on Oct 28, 2017 0:05:13 GMT -7
Kira felt a lot of hostility from Oliver. It was unsettling, but the alcohol was helping her cope with it. She listened to what Oliver had to say. He was kind of being a d*ck. She had really started the whole thing, but he was building the flame. A flame that she didn't want to go off and burn the both of them. They were working together after all, and if he tried to push her boundaries more than the other girls, it would definitely be seen as an act of favoritism or bitterness. And by the way Oliver spoke, he was bitter. He seemed almost angry.
When he was finished, she nodded. "I understand that you're mad," she said. "But have a drink with me. You're too uptight. We are suppose to be rehearsing tomorrow, and you being stressed like this isn't going to help anything. If anything, we should be celebrating." Kira was diffusing the situation, which she honestly didn't know if it would hurt or help. She turned around and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. She sat it in front of Oliver and poured him a glass of champagne. It tasted good despite it not being cold.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, ready to answer all of the questions he had except for the Alec remark. She definitely wasn't going into that territory. "The thing is, it isn't just your reputation. It's my reputation, it's Alec's reputation, and it's the whole cast's reputation. What if something comes out in the papers that say that you're taking advantage of your castmates? I'm worried, that's all. If you just tell me not to worry, I won't. I'm not doing this because I'm out to get you. I just want to help. I don't really care who you've slept with and whatnot." The last sentence was a lie. She did care who Oliver slept with, more than she wanted to admit. It was jealousy and the fact that seeing Oliver again brought up old feelings that made her care a lot. She took a drink of the alcohol. She realized she was drinking more than usual lately, but she really didn't care.
"I haven't been creating rumors either. I don't gossip with the whole cast, if that's what you're wondering. You have to remember I'm not 18 anymore, Oliver." Kira was still in shock that Oliver wasn't dressed, but she kept a good job looking up at him and not at his body. It was a sight she thought she would never see again, so it was pretty hard for her. He was an attractive guy, Kira would admit, but she knew that looking at any part of his body other than his face would probably piss Oliver off even more so.
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Oct 28, 2017 14:39:46 GMT -7
Oliver realized that Kira wasn't going to leave. He walked to his drawers and pulled out a white t-shirt, pulling it over his head. It had been a mistake to answer the door in just a towel. He thought she'd just give him the bottle of champagne and leave. Of course, it wouldn't be that simple. It never was with Kira. Even when they had first met all those years ago, she was a force to be reckoned with. The stole the show and stole his heart in one fell swoop. She was fierce and devastating. "I've already celebrated, we all did. Now it's 3 AM and it's time for me to get my beauty sleep," he said. He took a step towards the door, but she didn't look like she wanted to leave at all. Oliver couldn't help but sigh and roll his eyes. Sticking his hand in the drawer, he pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and put it on under the towel. It wasn't like it wasn't something Kira hadn't seen before a million times. But he wasn't just going to give her a free show. "If anyone feels like I'm taking advantage of them, they're more than welcome to a free train ticket home and shovel cow shit for the rest of their miserable lives," he said casually, a smile appearing on his face. Then more seriously, "I highly doubt anyone will care who I sleep with, Kira. This is The Capitol, if you haven't forgotten. And the world of entertainment is at it's peak. Bottom line, no one gives a f*ck. Except maybe you." He crossed his arms, a feign expression of suspicion on his face. As long as he had known her, he knew what Kira was like. He knew what jealousy looked like on her. When they were together, he found it endearing and cute. It meant she cared. But now, it only showed how terrible and broken they were from each other. No, she certainly wasn't 18 anymore, but that meant nothing when it came to Kira. Kira was Kira. When she wanted something, she got it. And Oliver had always given in to her. But he wouldn't give in to her. Not this time. As much as he wanted to just keep that wall up against her, he remembered what Alec had told him. Alec believed that Oliver was good, innately, purely good. If Alec could see him now, if he could see the hatred in his heart for Kira, he probably wouldn't like what he saw. Oliver looked down, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Can we just stop?" he said when he looked back up at her again. He was tired of this. It hadn't just been awkward with Kira since she joined the team. It had been painful. When they worked, he spoke to her as if he felt nothing. He spoke to her with less emotion than he did everyone else. He was kind to everyone, except Kira. Alec had brought it up once and Oliver promised he'd try to be better. But he hadn't held up that promise. Maybe now he could try. True, Kira started it. But he was 31 for gods sake. He wasn't a child. He could do this. He could be her friend. WC: 554 TAG: Kira Collins |
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Post by Kira Collins on Oct 28, 2017 16:41:34 GMT -7
Kira knew why Oliver hated her. She really did, and she understood...to a point. She could understand the fact that he didn't want to talk to her or the fact that he wanted to avoid her. That was fine. But what she didn't understand was the way he spoke to her in a condescending tone or how he treated her completely different from the other dancers. It made her feel like she was there only for his amusement of harassing her and getting back at her. She was genuinely pissed off at him, and it showed on her face as he spoke to her. Kira wasn't the type of person to get mad. She would get sarcastic and frustrated, yes, but mad? It was a rarity. This time, though, she was getting there. She took another drink of a champagne, slamming her glass down.
"You want to stop?" She said, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms. "I would actually really enjoy that. I made a joke, I came here to try to be nice and some sort of a coworker, if anything, and you keep going on and on about how I'm the worst person in the world." She ran a hand through her hair. Kira was getting upset and needed to calm down. She was always so overdramatic. She took a deep breath. "Yes, Oliver, I do care. I know you can't believe it, but I do. But you're drawing a very thin line when it comes to how you're treating me. I'm not dumb. I can see the way you treat me against the other cast members. Remember when you said you needed me for this play and I came along? How am I suppose to feel now? You treat me like a punching bag for your own entertainment, and I'm honestly sick of it." Kira completely went off on Oliver. She was angry, and she was going to say what she needed to say. She was done.
"I was 24 when I walked out. I didn't know what I wanted! You were buried in your own work and I felt like you didn't give two shits about me. You gave all of your attention to the work that was in front of you. Is that what you want from me? Blame? I can tell it's no different now either. I've changed, I really have, but you can't see it because you haven't changed. You're still mad because of a choice I regret five years ago. But now, I'm honestly starting not to regret it. All you want to do is fight, fight, fight. Well here you go. You win. Congratulations. You beat me. You're more successful, you get to sleep with every cast member, and you have a great life without me! If it's you versus me, you would win every single time." She crossed her arms and held her hips. She was so vulnerable. She was so angry. She was so...passionate in what she had to say.
"I don't know what you want from me, Oliver. I've tried everything. I can't figure it out." Her voice cracked on the last sentence. She didn't realize it, but she was as far away from Oliver as she could be. Her body was leaning against a wall. She remembered this feeling. It was the same feeling of when she was drowning with him. When she felt like he loved his work more than he loved her. It was agonizing. Maybe this was what he wanted to see from her. Maybe he wanted to see her break to the point where she hated herself. And she did. Oliver made her feel like she was nothing but a mat to step on. But to her, it was attention. He was giving her some sort of attention, even if it was the worst kind. Unfortunately, she felt grateful.
Her body slid down the wall and she sat down on the floor. Her knees were up against her chest and her head was buried in it. She was on the brink of crying, but she wasn't actually. She needed to breath, even if it was only for a couple of seconds. The Oliver she knew wasn't hateful. He wasn't angry and bitter and straight up mean. She had never seen anything like this from him. It was heartbreaking for her. And even though she was the one who walked out, she still cared about him. Whether it was in a romantic, platonic, or even coworker kind of way, she did care.
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Oct 29, 2017 0:09:36 GMT -7
The tension in the air rose, like little static fires that sparked off of them. He shook his head, taking off the towel around his waist and hanging it. Of all the things that could happen tonight, this makes it in the top worst. He hated arguing with Kira, but lately it seemed that's all they did when they weren't plainly avoiding each other. "I didn't find your joke funny, sorry," he defended himself. Alec was by no means someone he was just sleeping around with. Yes, he might have slept with other people, but did that mean that he didn't care about them? He felt something for them, too. Not as deeply as he did for Alec, but they held a place in his heart. Which was more than he could say about Kira at the moment. He'd loved her once and now, he wasn't sure if he could even muster forgiveness. "Now you're just exaggerating. Like a punching bag? Kira, I hardly talk to you except when I ask you to do something as a director. I'm sorry I can't treat you as nicely as I do everyone else, but every time I look at you I feel daggers. You might have moved on from it, but I haven't! You can't just force me to forgive you and think that everything will be normal, because you're right. I am mad, I'm pissed off. I thought I was over you and then you come back into my life and I'm broken all over again, and it's so damn hard to just keep it together when I see you. It was never about being more successful than you," his voice had risen, but now as he said those last word, they softened into a whisper. "I wanted to marry you, Kira," he confessed. He could feel the tears building up and he pushed them back, swallowing the pain that came with the memories. "I needed you to be my partner, not my competitor. You challenged me to be better everyday because I just wanted to be worthy of you, of us. You were a star and I was just a writer, I lived in your shadow and that was okay with me as long as you stayed by my side." Oliver had laid it all out, his heart bare on his sleeves. He walked towards her, "I don't want to fight anymore. But I can't pretend and lie to myself or you." Oliver took both her hands in his, it was the first time he'd touched her since she left. Her hands were cool and soft. He held her hands like he usually did after a fight, in between their chests, and so close he could lean down and kiss her fingers. "Maybe one day we'll look back at all this and laugh about it. But for now, I need you to be patient with me. If you can find it in your soul to just put up with my shit, I... I would really like that. But if you wan't, I don't blame you if you want to leave." WC: 520 TAG: Kira Collins |
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Post by Kira Collins on Oct 29, 2017 1:48:17 GMT -7
Kira hated that Oliver defended himself. She hated that he always had to be right, just like she did. She hated that he was the one who stopped the fighting, leaving whatever words she wanted to say out of the picture. Maybe she was right for going after Alec a couple nights ago. He seemed to sleep with anyone he gave a damn--or didn't give a damn--about. Was he trying to prove to Kira that he could sleep with anyone he wanted? She didn't understand his game. Most of the parts of Kira screamed at her to go home. They said that whatever this was wasn't worth it. Maybe another director would come along and cast Kira and travel around the districts like this one did. She knew that wasn't going to happen, but she wanted to hope. She would do almost anything to get away from this toxic environment.
"If you feel broken all over again when you see me, then why did you cast me? I didn't come here to create and cause drama, I came here to dance. But there's this game that you play where I feel like I have to go against you and beat you. It's so damn frustrating. I felt so many things when I first saw you again, and the number one thing I felt was guilt." Kira was going to defend herself as well.
When he spoke about marriage, she couldn't look at him. She knew all of these things already, and hearing them was hard for her. She was a damn mess back then. She hated her past slapping her in the face, and that was what this whole job was. A big beating from all of the mistakes she had made with Oliver. "I know," was all she could manage out. She looked at him when she said it, knowing that they would've gotten married and maybe would've been happy if it wasn't for the shit she pulled five years ago. For some reason, that would keep haunting her until this musical was over.
Kira was so frustrated and upset, but when Oliver took her hands, it was something that she didn't expect. When he touched her, all of her hateful emotions went away. It was like this every time when they had a fight back when they lived together, and it was no different now. His hands were warm, and she always thought hers fit perfectly inside his. Kira was so confused. She knew feelings were brewing up again but she couldn't face them. She couldn't do that to Oliver.
She stood up, looking up at him. She was shorter than him, especially without any heels on, but it didn't bother her. She stepped closer to him. "Do you even want me here? I need an honest answer. Because if you think it would be better if I left, I'll leave. I'll find something else. So far, nothing is working out between us. It's just creating this tension that I hate." She wanted nothing more than to embrace him at this moment. For a second, it was like no time had passed in those five years. They were in their apartment, making up after a fight and trying to understand each other. It was different now though. It was more like a treaty after a war zone. She felt vulnerable, empty, and exhausted after her fight with him. They were screaming at each other after all. No wonder other men and women wanted to be with him. After he tore her from limb to limb, she still wished she could be in his arms. God, she was such a mess.
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Oct 29, 2017 12:27:59 GMT -7
"Do you even have to ask?" Oliver raised his brows. "I cast you because you're a phenomenal dancer. This musical wouldn't be completely without you, regardless of how I feel. This musical is important to me and if I have to suck it up and see you everyday for the next five or six months so I can have one of the best dancers in Panem, then it's worth it." Kira knew that this musical was his baby. How could she not? They told each other everything when they were together. Oliver had told him about his childhood, about his dreams of one day making it big as a director. And now it had come true. He wasn't going to give it up or give it less than it deserved. The musical deserved Kira. "I'm not playing a game, Kira. Whatever guilt you feel, that's how you feel. You did what you thought was necessary," Oliver said. Alec had helped him understand that. Oliver always thought she was the villain in their story. That he had been burned by her, and maybe he had been. But Alec made him see that she was in pain, too. And whatever pain she felt when she left was real, whatever happened between them, he had to let it go. That part was easier said than done. He could understand her, but letting it go was much harder and he needed time for that. "Just like I feel what I feel. Neither of us can change those things." When she stood up, they were closer than they had ever been in nearly five years. He felt himself giving in more and more, her closeness weakening him. "I do want you here," he said. He was tired of having hatred for her in his heart. But mostly, honestly, he wanted her for the musical. The musical was a dream that required specific ingredients and one of those was Kira. Without her, the musical would be missing something. Maybe in the future, they could learn to become friends and forgive each other for all the terrible words they've said to each other. But right now, she held his dreams in her hands. He could do it without her, but it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be whole. "Do you want me to beg, Kira? Because I will. I'll get on my hands and knees and beg you to stay if that's what it'll take." WC: 420 TAG: Kira Collins NOTES: dang dude, he's so whipped he has no idea |
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Post by Kira Collins on Oct 29, 2017 13:02:32 GMT -7
Kira didn't want to hurt Oliver again. She didn't want to leave and walk out like nothing ever happened. Kira knew she was a coward and left when the going got tough, but she wouldn't this time. It took all of her might to not close the gap in between them. Five years ago, it was instinctual to her to close the gap with an embrace or a kiss, but now, she knew it would be wrong. Wouldn't it? She didn't know if he was into anybody else or he was just sleeping around, though that didn't matter. There were a lot of old feelings coming up for the director in front of her, though she knew he probably didn't feel the same. He said that he would need time to be her friend again, and like she usually felt, she just wanted to jump right in.
She looked down, smiling. When he said that he would beg, she gave a small laugh. It was the first time she could laugh with Oliver in forever. "No, you don't have to beg. No matter how many threats I may make, I'm staying as long as you'll have me." She didn't realize how that sentence could be interpreted in so many ways. Maybe she would redeem herself and be able to live in the Capitol after this. She hoped that, before the show ended, she would be able to audition for some things and maybe even get the lead in something. Maybe her dream of moving back to the Capitol would come true, just like Oliver's dream of becoming a successful director came true.
Something had come over Kira. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the tension, or maybe it was just trying to break an old habit, but Kira stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, putting her head against his chest and closing the gap in between them. She didn't know if he would push her off or stay frozen, but she didn't care. She just needed this moment. "I'm sorry," she said to him, something that she never really said. She didn't really know why she was apologizing. It was sort of an apology for everything. She knew that wouldn't make up the things she did or the mess their ex-relationship was, but it was a step towards something, even if she didn't know what.
WORD COUNT: 403
TAG: Oliver A. Bennett
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Post by Alec Penber on Oct 29, 2017 17:50:00 GMT -7
Alec was hungover from day drinking. After a nap and a shower, though, he felt much better. Good enough to go see Oliver. He liked the promise of the suite room he’d reserved, along with its hot tub. Alec had never seen one or even heard of one before, so it was quite an exciting promise. Mostly, though, he felt guilty. That night on the train with Kira still weighed heavily on his mind. Alec hadn’t actually gone so far as to have sex with her, but he got very close. That closeness was the source of his anxiety. He’d been jealous of Miles’s contact with Oliver, scared for the state of his relationship, drunk, and encouraged by Kira. It was a recipe for disaster. He also couldn’t forget the conversation he’d had with her, revealing his fears. Alec couldn’t unsee any of that night, so now, he looked at Kira in a completely different way. Alec still wanted to put that all behind him. Though it was very late, he assumed Oliver would still be up. Banking on the promise of that tub Oliver mentioned, Alec walked down the hall from his room, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt as he went. The rest of the cast were in their rooms, and he hoped to execute a dazzling entrance that would ensure a good time for the rest of the night. With his shirt halfway unbuttoned, Alec stopped at the door he knew to be Oliver’s. After they checked in, the director had slipped a spare room key into Alec’s pocket, and letting his hand linger there for a few moments afterward. The memory excited Alec, and with that, he quickly unlocked the door, stepping inside. What he saw was the last thing he expected. Kira, standing wrapped in the embrace of a partially undressed Oliver. Emotion tore through him. ”What the f*ck, Oliver?” Alec asked, standing frozen in the doorway. From what he understood, Oliver put Kira behind him long ago. Besides, Alec had told Kira exactly how he felt. How could she do this to him? ”I’d ask about what’s going on, but I already have a pretty good indication.”Alec watched as his worst fears were confirmed. He worried that he was just a playtoy for Oliver - a body to sleep with, a talent to watch. Alec laid awake at night sometimes, wondering if the adoration Oliver promised was all a bait to keep him there, to keep him open to Oliver. Now, it seemed that he was correct after all. Words: 470 Tags: Oliver A. Bennett and Kira CollinsNotes: >  whoops |
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Oct 30, 2017 18:29:24 GMT -7
Two unexpected things happened. One, Kira embraced him, her arms wrapping around his neck and her head leaned on his chest. Two, at that exact moment, Alec walked in. They were like two opposing forces that finally met somewhere in the middle and collided, his world was about to shatter if he didn't get this right. The first thing that went into Oliver's mind was to say 'this is not what it looks like'. And it wasn't, but who actually believes that when someone says it? Oliver's wide eyes looked away from Alec and down at Kira. He gently took her arms from around him and unhooked them, and then put her arms down to her side. "I know you've already jumped to conclusions, but just listen first before you completely freak out because you know me, Alec. You know me," he said, his hands going up in between them as if trying to calm a wild creature. Alec had already probably pictured things in his head and he knew it would hurt. But he hoped he could stop it before it got any worse. If there was one thing that could hurt their relationship badly, it was Kira. "I was taking a bath when Kira came, so that's why I'm not completely dressed, okay? We were not kissing or about to have sex or anything. We just apologized to each other, something like a truce. That's all. Nothing, absolutely nothing happened, okay sweetheart?" Oliver said the words slowly, trying to keep things calm. Alec had always been the voice of reason between them. He was always the more logical one. Oliver hoped beyond anything that Alec would understand and would see things for what they were, and not-- well-- what they looked like. Which to Oliver, looked pretty damn bad. But Alec had to know the truth. The truth that Oliver would never knowingly hurt him. WC: 320 TAG: Kira Collins / Alec Penber |
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Post by Kira Collins on Oct 30, 2017 20:54:39 GMT -7
Kira felt so helpless. And when she heard the door open, she turned her head. Alec? For a second, she was surprised. But she knew what was going on between them. She was frozen, not even realizing that she still was holding Oliver. He touched her arms, unlocking them and putting them at her side. It hurt more than she intended it to. These two men both hurt her more than anything. One had left her naked and devastated, the other had felt nothing for her but hate. It was like she wasn't even here. While they talked, she was an invisible barrier between them, barely even being acknowledged by Oliver and feeling Alec's anger pass through her and towards the man that was in front of her.
She couldn't do it. She couldn't keep hurting people and their relationship. She always seemed to play with other people's emotions despite her trying not to. Kira practically ruined Alec and Oliver's relationship, and in a way, she wanted that. She realized that she was the bad guy in this story. There was nothing left for her. Nobody cared about her anymore. She was alone in this world, and that realization made her feel...nothing. Nothing but guilt and embarrassment.
"Yeah, he's right. It was my fault. There's nothing here." She said, looking down at Alec's feet. She couldn't handle the confrontation. Just like she could never handle it. She said that she would stay here as long as Oliver wanted her here, but she couldn't do it. "I'll just be leaving. I won't interfere with either of you two again." Kira walked past Alec, not looking back at Oliver or at Alec. She didn't care to look at them. Now, they meant nothing to her. They were just there, and so was she. She hated herself and who she had become. Maybe she did deserve loneliness. Maybe she deserved nothing at all but hate.
Kira went back to her room and shut the door. She had only been in this room for a couple of hours, but it didn't matter. She should've never have come. She should've just moved on. She broke down, holding her stomach and crying. She sat on the bed, trying to breathe. Kira felt like such an awful person. She hated herself so much. She hated the person that she had become, whatever or whoever that was. She had to breathe, figure all of her shit out, and buy a train ticket. She needed to get the hell out of here as fast as she could. She couldn't face them again. She finally realized how Oliver felt and how her whole world felt like it was coming down. They hated her, and she hated herself.
WORD COUNT: 450
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Post by Alec Penber on Nov 1, 2017 19:48:44 GMT -7
Alec’s heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t want to believe this. He - he loved Oliver, and he couldn’t believe Oliver was slipping away from him. Alec remembered the night he promised Oliver Kira wouldn’t come between them. Alec also remembered the night he’d been with Kira, when he told her how he felt about Oliver. How could either betray him? While Alec struggled to process everything, Oliver began to speak. Of course, Alec listened, and as he did, he felt himself calming down. He hadn’t been thinking rationally. Of course. Oliver wouldn’t hurt him like this, not when they truly felt for each other. Sweetheart. Alec melted slightly, his whole mood lightening. Alec reassured himself that everything was okay. He still stood in the door for a moment, trying to process the shock. He stood there unmoving when Kira brushed past him quickly, fleeing to her room. Alec wanted to stop her and apologize. Truthfully, he did feel guilty for making her feel this way. It was the second time he’d hurt one of his dancers. After the door shut loudly behind her, Alec walked to Oliver. Before saying any words, Alec wrapped him in a deep embrace, resting his head on Oliver’s shoulder. ”I’m so sorry I overreacted, Oliver,” he said in a breath. ”I’m just so afraid I might lose you. It all feels so good to be true sometimes, and most of the time, I’m just waiting for all of it to come down on me, you know?” Alec sighed, raising his head to kiss Oliver’s cheek. ”I love you,” he told Oliver, ”and I’m so sorry if I’ve just messed things up for you. That being said… should we go check on Kira?”Words: 350 Tags: Oliver A. Bennett and Kira Collins? (Maybe, who knows) |
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Nov 1, 2017 20:19:37 GMT -7
Oliver pulled Alec closer to him, the scent of his body instantly calming him. He breathed him in, holding him as tightly as he could. It was close, too close. And all it would take was Alec not listening to him and just walking away without hearing his explanation. The though of Alec dismissing him and just walking away from him frightened him. He wasn't sure what he would have done if Alec just left like the way Kira left him. "I would have reacted the same way, trust me. You have nothing to be sorry for, I'm the one who's sorry," Oliver said as they pulled away from each other slightly. "It's not going to come down, it's not. I promise you. You're my best friend and partner, I feel the same way about you." Oliver hadn't missed it. The words that Alec used, the way he said them. I love you. He hadn't missed a beat, he heart each word loud and clear like arrows into his heart, and the words stayed there. But he couldn't bring himself to say the words back. He'd told Kira he loved her right from the beginning, within weeks of being together, even. And it had gotten him nothing but heartache. He wasn't going to make the same mistake with Alec. Oliver did love him, deeply, more than he'd ever loved anyone. And that's why this time, it would be different. He nodded and looked down at his attire. "You didn't mess anything up. Let's go talk to her, but let me put on some clothes first," Oliver gave him a shy smile as if to say he was sorry. After putting on a pair of sweatpants, he lead Alec out of the room and toward's Kira's. Oliver knocked and then turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked. "Kira?" he called as he peered inside. "Can we talk?" Oliver still held on to Alec's hand, as if afraid that if he let go, Alec could float off and he'd never be able to get him back again. WC: 345 TAG: Kira Collins / Alec Penber |
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Post by Kira Collins on Nov 1, 2017 20:47:25 GMT -7
Kira's world was spinning out of control. She never wanted any of this. She just wanted to f*cking dance, for hell's sake. She shouldn't be stuck in drama, feeling emotions that she should've gotten over so long ago. The thing was, she was never over Oliver. As much as she wanted to get over him and move on, Kira couldn't. It broke her before the rehearsals had even started. It was the same feeling she felt before the night she left. She felt like she couldn't breathe. The first thing that always came to mind when she felt like that was to leave everything behind. She had done it so many times before--with her parents, with the ballet class, and with Oliver. She could do it again if she wanted.
She heard the doorknob turn and she immediately stood up, facing away from the door. She couldn't let anybody see her like she was. Kira hated people seeing her when she was at her weakest point. That was one of the reasons she hated Alec. He saw her when she was at her most vulnerable, when she was naked in bed with him. This time, her entire emotions were sprawled out on the table. Kira wished she could feel nothing and drown out her emotions like she once could when she was a teenager. But this was different. Everything was so overwhelming.
"No, I'm good," she said to Oliver coldly when he asked her if they could talk. Kira faced away from them. She knew Alec was with him. She was so angry and frustrated, but she couldn't let that show. She never did, not when she was in a relationship with Oliver and certainly not now. It was like deja vu, except this almost seemed harder to face. She hated facing her problems and facing confrontation, especially now. She really needed a damn drink.
She sighed. She needed to listen to reason, despite everything that was against that now. She wasn't a younger dancer anymore. She was an adult, and she needed to act like one. "If you want my honest opinion, I can't take this. Whatever...this is. And as much as you may think you know how I feel, you really don't. Neither of you do." She was extremely bitter. Kira still didn't turn around. She knew she looked like complete sh*t, but she had at least try to hide her emotions, even if it didn't work so well.
WORD COUNT: 418
TAG: Alec Penber / Oliver A. Bennett |
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Post by Alec Penber on Nov 1, 2017 21:03:02 GMT -7
Alec let himself breathe as Oliver held him. He felt his heart slow, his breath even out. He hated that he’d been so angry earlier, that he’d even considered Oliver hurting him like that for even a moment. He let the reassurance roll over him, though, wiping away any of the strong emotions he felt along with it. Alec squeezed Oliver’s hand in response, trying to ignore the way he’d skirted the word “love,” just like he’d done a few times before. That wasn’t important now, though. It was a conversation for later, if at all. Alec wouldn’t do anything to complicate what was happening right now. Alec managed a smile in response to Oliver’s shy one. ”Normally that’d be a shame,” Alec responded lewdly, trying to lighten the mood. Though he meant it in jest, it was probably not all that unlikely from being on the agenda for later in the night. For now, though, resolving the whole situation was the first priority. Alec himself rebuttoned his shirt. He allowed himself to be led by Oliver to Kira’s room. He liked the secure feeling of his hand being held like this, like Oliver didn’t want to part with him, even for this short time. He still felt that warmness and happiness as Oliver knocked on Kira’s door. Soon, though, Alec’s smile faded. Kira responded poorly. It made sense, though, as she was probably more hurt than either realized. It wasn’t Alec’s place to talk. Even though he’d been with Kira, at least, sort of, the real problem existed between her and Oliver and could only be resolved between them. Her words stung Alec, and he knew that they’d only hit Oliver harder. In response, he squeezed Oliver’s hand in reassurance, as if to tell him that he could do it. Words: 335 Tags: Oliver A. Bennett and Kira Collins |
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Post by Oliver A. Bennett on Nov 1, 2017 23:50:50 GMT -7
Oliver had a sudden flashback. They were in their apartment in this very city. Oliver came home a little later than usual, when he came in, Kira was in their bedroom. She was sitting on the bed and when he came in, she stood up and turned around, wiping her tears away. She'd tried to play it off, tried to hide behind a mask, tried to make it so that Oliver would just drop it. At at that point, he did drop it. Maybe that was one of the mistakes he made when they were together, maybe that was part of the reason that she left him. Because he wasn't there for her when she needed him to be. Because it was just easier to sweep things that weren't perfect under the rug and pretend they don't exist. He looked at Alec and then moved towards Kira with his encouragement. Oliver squeezed Alec's hand back. "You're right," Oliver said. "I have no idea how you feel. I know I haven't made it easy on you. But I meant what I said earlier. I want you to stay, you belong here, you belong in the musical. Whatever this is between us," he looked between Kira and Alec, "all of us... We can fix it. I know you want to dance, I know this is your dream as much as it is ours." WC: 232 TAG: Kira Collins / Alec Penber |
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Post by Kira Collins on Nov 2, 2017 11:16:47 GMT -7
Kira, when dealing with problems, was infamous for dealing with them in the worst way possible. Leaving in the middle of something was sometimes nothing compared to how she would deal with some issues. When it came to extreme stress under long periods of time, she would forget to eat and sleep, often passing out and waking up only to keep on going. She would also get very condescending with people when they said something she didn't like about herself or called her out on her bullsh*t, which she did to Alec only a couple of days ago. Though she wanted to distance herself from the drama and promised herself she would before she stepped on the train around Panem, she seemed to be nothing but drama. Every conversation with someone seemed to escalate into something that turned into an argument. She couldn't tell if it was because of her or because of the tension surrounding her. She had been in a good amount of stressful situations so far, and rehearsals hadn't even started. Kira knew the best thing to do was to distance herself from the situation.
She breathed, letting the silence linger in the room. Kira had to gather her thoughts and think rationally. Lashing out, like she had done before, would do her no good. Her, Oliver, and Alec were in this together, as much as she didn't want to admit it. If she wanted to dance her best without being stressed out, she would need to deal with this and clear the air. Was she going to confess everything? Of course not. But would she finally be civilized despite her frustration at the two? Maybe.
"I just...you can't keep treating me like I'm not another dancer. That's all I am in this play. I'm not your ex and I'm not someone you can despise while we rehearse. But right now, at least for a couple weeks, I can't talk to either of you unless it's in a professional sense. We haven't even started rehearsals and I've almost slept with Alec, got in two fights with you, and have just been the center of the rumors going around. Whether we're friends or enemies after this, I don't know, but I need some time to focus on myself and my dancing." It was all too much for her. It stressed her out to the point where she almost wasn't eating again. When she was modeling, she did that constantly because she was always working and was always stressed. She didn't want to do that again, especially not her passion. She kept her back turned to them, because she knew if she turned around, her face would say everything that was going on in her mind. That was the last thing she wanted.
WORD COUNT: 437
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