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Post by Kira Collins on Nov 4, 2017 14:00:41 GMT -7
Kira spent a lot of time in an empty rehearsal room when she wasn't with the whole group. Not only was she rehearsing for this musical, but she was also recording and sending in demo reels of herself to different directors in the Capitol. She would send in her voice and her dancing, hoping that someone would pick her up when this whole thing was done with. Every Sunday, when the group was off, she would go meet with different directors for lunch or dinner. Kira couldn't stand not being a performer, and even if she was cast in the smallest show in the Capitol, she might be able to land herself a role that would let her live the life she used to be living.
She was happy for the first time in several years. She wasn't doing something she hated and she wasn't doing anything at all. She absolutely loved what she was doing, and though she would never admit it, was glad that she didn't end up leaving the Capitol in favor of District 2. Kira didn't have many friends, but she didn't need many friends to be happy. All she ever needed was music and a chance to dance for people. She remembered when she was a model. People would tell her that she had made it, that her career was amazing and perfect and she shouldn't want anything better. But in reality, she hadn't even come close. She had fans and men and people vying for her attention, but that only lasted a year tops. All Kira ever wanted was to be someone, but she realized that she wasn't a star nor was she star material. The thought of that use to be the weight that dragged her down. But now, dancing and being someone important though she was just part of the chorus felt like the most important job in the world to her. She hadn't worked in two years before this job, and she had put herself on the line, practically begging for a job, when auditioning for Dark Days: The Musical. It was all worth it.
It was dinner time for the cast, but Kira would eat later. They might realize that she was missing from the hall, but would they really? She was just a chorus girl who usually sat by herself while eating. Instead, she practiced. She had every dance as perfectly pat down as one could get, and yet, that wasn't good enough for Kira. She often worked into the late hours of the night. It was something to keep her mind off of all the drama. She was there to dance, so she would dance until someone told her that she couldn't dance anymore.
Kira looked at herself in the mirror. She had lost weight since she started, but she had gained muscle. After for not working for a couple of years, she had lost muscle and gained some baby fat. Still, she would prefer that over her sickly thin figure she had when she was modeling. But looking at herself, she had some sort of glow. One that she hadn't had since before she had stopped doing shows. There were still rumors going on around her, but she decided not to care about them. She wasn't sleeping around or getting drunk anymore. There were more important things to do.
She turned away from the mirror and closed her eyes to breathe. She danced to the finale as she sang, not even knowing that the door had opened up. She had a lot of focus, sometimes even too much focus, and so everything around her was just a blur when she danced. WORD COUNT: 686 TAG: Open! NOTES: I have a thousand replies but I'm writing an open thread whoops *shrug*
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Post by Alec Penber on Nov 19, 2017 21:44:23 GMT -7
Alec never expected the stress that came along with living out his dream. In District 9, there was no competition. In a way, he missed the laid back lifestyle he’d lead. Now, Alec felt the constant pressure to be the best in every possible way. He was now surrounded by talent, by beauty, by perfection. Alec worried that if he didn’t keep up his work, he wouldn’t be relevant anymore. Life in the musical moved so quickly. What if he was left behind? So Alec danced harder than he’d ever danced before. Outside of rehearsals, he danced until the early hours of the morning, until his feet bled and his bones ached and he was drenched in thick layers of sweat. He needed to stay on his top game and needed to keep working on new choreography for after the show ended. When he wasn’t dancing, Alec frequented the gym in the bottom of the Musical’s buildings, running and lifting weights and trying to maintain his body, partially for his art and partially for Oliver. In his usual ritual, Alec spent the night dancing until he hurt. After hours, perhaps, of ripping up the floor in his rehearsal room, he stopped, falling against the wall as he gasped for breath. Alec pulled his shirt over his head and used it to dry his body the best he could before resolving to head back to his room. After a few more moments of deep breaths, he stepped out of the room. Alec glanced at the clock, taking note of the late time. Right before he ducked out of the practice room, he caught the sight of another light on. He raised an eyebrow, curious at who else would be up at the hour. Alec approached the room, pushing open the door to glance inside. His eyes fell on Kira. She was standing in front of the mirror, watching her reflection for a moment before turning around with closed eyes. She looked tired. Alec expected to catch her attention, but instead he watched as she went about her practice, singing through each bar and dancing each step. Kira looked lost in her art. Despite all the problems between the pair, Alec appreciated how she loved what she did and her talent. When she finished, he smiled a bit and pushed off the door, clapping as he stood up straight. ”Impressive,” he said, ”you’re really putting in the work, Kira.”Words: 423 Tags: Kira Collins
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Post by Kira Collins on Nov 19, 2017 22:21:29 GMT -7
Kira stopped counting how many times she rehearsed each dance. She knew there were other dancers who worked just as hard as she did, but she had to be better. That was her game--she always had to be the best. It didn't matter what it was or who it was with, but Kira couldn't lose. She always had to come out on top, which was both her strength as her weakness. She was stubborn as all hell with people, but when it came to something she was passionate in, she worked harder than she really should. That was just who she was--competitive Kira. And even as she got older, she knew that wouldn't change for anyone.
When she finished dancing, she looked to the side to see someone clapping. It was Alec. The girl tried to catch her breath, though she was embarrassed in a way. She hated people watching her rehearse when she didn't know they were in there. Of course, she just smiled and shrugged. The two had more than a rocky relationship, to say the least, though she did appreciate that he was a fantastic dancer and worked just as hard as she did for all she knew. They were both stubborn people with a drive for dancing. It was no wonder that they were both in the same business and dated the same guy.
"Thanks, Alec. That actually means a lot," she said sincerely. She still couldn't unsee him as naked Alec, which she thought put a small damper in their relationship. She did respect him as a dancer and a choreographer, and it was seen through their rehearsals when the whole group was together. She always did what he asked and worked as hard as he would want his dancers to. Even though there was not-so-good tension with them, she never disrespected him as long as he didn't disrespect her. She helped other dancers, some in the chorus and some who had characters. She never wanted to teach people what she should be doing herself, but they were all in this together and she would help anyone she could.
Kira looked at the clock, seeing how late it actually was. She didn't even realize. "You're up rehearsing too?" She asked, though it was obvious from the sweat on him. Unless that sweat was from something else that she really didn't care to know or talk about. She walked over to the wall to grab her water bottle, drinking it as she still had to catch her breath. She didn't know how many hours she had been up practicing, but it was longer than she knew she should. The red-haired girl sat up against the wall, taking a breather as she hovered her hand over the empty spot next to her, inviting Alec to take a seat. WORD COUNT: 475 TAG: Alec Penber
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Post by Alec Penber on Nov 20, 2017 22:59:47 GMT -7
Alec watched closely for Kira’s reaction. It was hard to gauge what she was actually feeling during practices, because then, any drama of the lives of those in the musical was cast aside for full focus on the work at hand. During those rehearsals, Alec’s mind did not stray an inch from his job of teaching the choreography to the cast and working with them to ensure that the whole thing was absolutely perfect. It was miraculous, really, especially when he had to touch her body. ”No,” he’d instruct her during practice, putting his hand beneath her arm to push it higher, then straightening her hips to his liking for the final pose, “it has to be like this.” Even then, when his job required physical contact, he still felt entirely professional. Here felt a little different. Now, the sight of her reminded Alec of when he’d been on top of her, almost ready to take her. How had he been so stupid to let that get so far? When he undressed Kira and began to bed her, the last thought on his mind was of what the future with her would be like. Drunk, horny, and jealous, he’d only thought of the instant gratification he so desperately wanted and not of the long term consequences of his poor decisions. He felt some of them now, perhaps as the universe collecting penance for his foolishness. He tried on a smile, trying to find some blend of professionalism and a personal relationship. ”Just giving credit where it’s due,” he said, downplaying it all a bit. Alec watched as she began to deescalate from her work, a little unsure of how to continue without being horribly awkward. Thankfully, she did the job for him. Wanting to redeem himself and start about the long work of repairing the awkwardness between them, he took the seat she’d offered. ”Yeah, I’m working on new choreography and some things for myself. I lose track of time when I hit the rooms,” he admitted. "See, I know that I'm just a manic with a work addiction, so I have my reason or excuse - or whatever else you want to call it - for being out practicing this late. What's yours?"Words: 389 Tags: Kira Collins
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Post by Kira Collins on Nov 21, 2017 18:16:01 GMT -7
Kira would be lost in dancing for hours. She would never pay attention to the clock, though a lot of nights, she barely got any sleep. It was the hardest she had ever worked since she was a child. It was reminiscent of the days in the ballet academy, where she would sometimes pass out from lack of sleep and exhaustion. Back then, it wasn't because she was rehearsing but rather her parents getting in the way of her sleep. Now, she had motive to rehearse and be the best she could be. Though that motive was something that she wasn't very proud of, it was still motive enough to push her to be one of the best dancers in this play.
She never wanted to dance like everybody else even though she had to in the chorus. She had to be at everyone's level and try not to stand out, because that wasn't what the chorus was about. They were the background, with everyone looking the same and sounding on the same level. Though she was thankful to be in the chorus, she felt like it took her individuality away. Before, in her early twenties, she had always gotten a part, whether it was the lead or the supporting. Now, as she was getting older, she knew she would have to take whatever role she got, even if it was chorus. Though it was tempting not to leave Dark Days: The Musical. A director was opening a show in a month and offered her the lead role with very good compensation if she left DD:TM. Regretfully, she declined. It wasn't because of a lack of ambition, but rather her own motive that lead her to turn down the role.
Kira listened to Alec, saying that he was a work addict and that's why he was up rehearsing so late. She wished that was the case for her. Of course she liked working on the musical and doing what she loved, but she knew she wasn't doing this for herself. "I wish I could say that myself," she said with a small laugh. "You probably already know my reason, and you probably won't like my answer." She paused for a second, taking another drink of her water bottle.
"If you want me to be honest, I'm doing this to prove myself that I'm one of the best dancers in this musical. Andddd, well, to prove to you and Oliver that I can be better than your expectations. It's a stupid competition for me, really. Maybe it's unhealthy, but it keeps me going." She smiled and sighed. She wanted to be better than Alec, really. But this really wasn't to show off to Alec, it was to show off to Oliver. To show him that, while him and Alec are sleeping together, she's working her a*s off and proving that she is fine without him. Kira wanted to show him that he should regret not putting her in one of the supporting roles. But mostly, she wanted to show that she wasn't jealous, though she definitely was. It's an emotional outing to her, and that's why she stays in Dark Dark: The Musical. Because she is too stubborn and too competitive for her own good. WORD COUNT: 550 TAG: Alec Penber
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Post by Alec Penber on Nov 22, 2017 22:31:37 GMT -7
Alec knew his question was a loaded one. It was apparent to him both in and out of practices that Kira was burying her emotions in dance. The other dances attended practices and, for perhaps an hour each day, tended to their problems in practice rooms. Kira was different. She seemed to spend all of her extra time there, and it showed during practice and rehearsals. The day after new content was introduced to the dancers, Kira had it mostly memorized and perfected. Each following day saw her performance grated down to the smallest minuscule, eliminating any error or problem there might be. In a way, her performance looked almost mechanical in its perfection. The others were characteristic in their abnormalities and shortcomings: Maria, another chorus girl, happened to time her jumps for just a half second longer than those in her line. Josiah, a chorus boy, hung to the left in his positions among the others. These differences would be unnoticeable to anyone else who had not created the content themselves, causing no hinderance to the audience’s experience. Instead, it gave Alec a unique view of his dancers. And, as he’d learned, Kira’s abnormality was her perfection. He half smiled at her answer, though, as she said, he didn’t like it. The truth was that it sounded a bit too much like him for his comfort. It was easy to forget that he was the only person with a manic obsession in the musical, and this was a stark reminder that he was not running his race alone. Alec bit at the inside of his lip before responding. ”I figure that there has to be something to keep you going, but… well, not to overstep any boundary I might have here… but, don’t you think that this is making the musical personal and drama driven like you were trying not to do? If you’re dancing like this to spite us, is that any better than skirting the “personal” drama outside of practice? It just sort of seems like you’re channeling it in a different way.” Alec leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. ”Sorry, I’m not trying to go for your throat or anything, despite what it may seem like. I’m just trying to figure you out.”That had been one of his goals since that day he’d brought Kira back to his room. She said she wanted to avoid the drama and seemed to wall herself off from the rest of the cast, but her tone in the practice rooms spoke the words so she didn’t have to. It was clear to most everyone in the musical that Kira was playing a similar game to the rest of them, but was it clear to her? Alec still didn’t know, but he intended to find out. Words: 489 Tags: Kira Collins
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Post by Kira Collins on Nov 23, 2017 20:54:47 GMT -7
Kira knew this musical was going to be personal. From the moment that she first saw Oliver again in District 2, there was absolutely no avoiding it. When someone who was there for a big part of your life suddenly appears out of the blue, what can you do? It's hard to forget something like that, with both of them having resenting feelings towards each other. The red-haired girl wanted nothing more than for this musical to not get personal, but with Kira's personality, it just wasn't possible. She was finally starting to realize that. Her competitive nature was just too strong for things not to get out-of-hand competitive. Alec seemed to think that was a bad thing by the way he said it, but she felt a lot differently as she normally did.
"Do you want me to dance like an amateur? Because if you want, I can." Kira said with a slight laugh. She didn't mean to sound pretentious in any way, even though she might have sounded cocky. "You're right, I came here to dance. I didn't come here for personal drama, but I really can't help it." She shrugged in a casual way. To her, this conversation wasn't heavy. Talking about her personal drive in this musical was something that was easy for her.
She took another drink of her water bottle, looking down at her hands. "In the end, yeah, I'm dancing to spite the both of you. I'm competitive and I want to be better than perfect, especially since I have something to prove. That's just who I am." Kira looked at herself in the mirror, not making eye contact with Alec. "You know, the other day I got an offer to be the lead in a play a couple blocks down the street. I would probably be able to live in the city again and keep doing what I love while being noticed by hundreds of people. And honestly, I was really thinking about it. I mean, I had a bag packed and everything. If I left in the middle of the night, nobody would see me leave, right? That was my plan." Kira paused. She remembered her sitting on her bed, bag packed next to her and trying to build up her confidence to actually pull through with it. She wanted nothing more than to walk out of the rehearsal studio and never look back at Oliver or Alec. "The next morning, I called and told the director that I declined the role. God, I was too stubborn to even do what was best for me. Isn't that something? I can't even bring myself to do what I love because I'm so driven on proving how much better I can be and how much I can show it off to the two of you. You have no idea how hard that is." Kira's words weren't said in an angry tone. It was anything but angry. It was passionate and insightful, told like a story rather than an argument.
Since she was a kid, Kira never really had friends or people close to her. She was always rehearsing, going from show to show and leaving the people in the cast behind for a whole new one every couple of months. Kira had a lot of connections and acquaintances, but she had honestly never had one friend. The one person she cared about in Panem seemed to turn a blind eye for her in favor of his work. There was really nothing for Kira but dancing and being spiteful towards the one person that once cared for her. She would never admit that she didn't have friends, but her work probably proved her point. The woman was cold and distant, always was. She was alone. There was nothing else to it. She turned to Alec, smiling. "Have you figured me out yet? Kira Collins, dancer and competitor. That's about it." WORD COUNT: 661 TAG: Alec Penber
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Post by Alec Penber on Dec 3, 2017 22:59:41 GMT -7
When he signed on to be the choreographer for the Dark Days Musical, Alec wasn’t ready for the social environment that came along with it. District 9 was small, his town quaint. If people took issue with you, they were kind enough to keep it to themselves and the neighbors. Here, in the Capitol and its surrounding areas, people openly aired their grievances and engaged in drama, especially people involved in musicals, it seemed. Alec felt like he was drowning and completely unequipped to handle Kira and her antics. Sure, he could teach her the dances and perfect her form and design the entire program, but he couldn’t make her like him or give her blessing to his relationship with Oliver. ”Obviously not, but you shouldn’t be doing that anyway, vendetta or not,” Alec quipped in response to her. ”In my short time here, though, I’ve seen things like these work in the opposite way. Someone gets spiteful and angry and they shut down. Sometimes, I wonder… what would happen if you shut down?” Alec knew he was hitting a bit harder at her than he should be. For all of the practices so far, Kira had presented as nothing other than the best at what she was doing. Truthfully, he assumed that the likelihood of her was going rogue was very low. Still, he was grappling at some justification for his feelings, and for now at least, this looked to be it. Alec listened to her full story. Part of him wished that she’d just gone. Sure, it would’ve been difficult to find a dancer to replace her and train them quickly, but the inconvenience of that action would have been a fair trade for the relief it would’ve brought Alec. He hated how cool she seemed in the face of it all, like she’d figured herself out. It made Alec wonder if she truly saw herself as she was. This, too, was a game she was playing that he was still learning the rules for. ’Competitor,” Alec repeated, ”but for what? You’re the best in the line. You know that. And you also know that I know that and that I’ll admit it like I just did. Again - credit where credit’s due. So wouldn’t that prove your whole drive for competition?”Alec leaned back in his seat. The blood was still vigorously pumping through the veins in his legs, his body still on. He was becoming so full with frustrated energy that he knew he’d have to vent it somehow, and, if he was being honest with himself, that would probably be through leaving the rehearsal rooms and heading straight for Oliver’s room. ”It makes me wonder, Kira Collins, have you figured yourself out yet? Are you even honest with yourself as to what you’re competing for?”Words: 489 Tags: Kira Collins
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Post by Kira Collins on Dec 5, 2017 13:37:49 GMT -7
In a world with a lot of uncertainty, Kira knew one thing: she didn't really like Alec. It wasn't for the reason of him being with Oliver either, as that was the least of her worries. She respected him as a dancer and she respected him in what he did. But personally, she wasn't a fan like everybody else was. She could feel him judging her for her actions when he didn't know what her mind went through. He kept pushing her, like he wanted to get something out of her. He already got a lot out of her, and she was honestly starting to get annoyed. How come everyone wanted to know every detail of her motivations and personal life? She was fine with saying the things she said before, as she was an open book, but Alec was starting to assume things that weren't true.
The red-haired girl sighed and took another drink of her water bottle. "I've already shut down," she said to him. "I haven't talked to a single person unless it's during practice. I spend 14 hours a day in the rehearsal room, sleep, and eat by myself. When I shut down, it's not that I just stop everything. I'm doing what's necessary, nothing more and nothing less." Sleeping, eating, bathing, and rehearsing was the only thing she ever did. She didn't have time to talk to people nor did she have time to do social events. She wasn't here to make friends or enemies, so she didn't talk to anyone because it wasn't necessary. When a question was asked to her, she answered. When she had a question about rehearsals, she asked. That was about the gist of her conversations.
Kira kept listening to Alec, saying that she was the best dancer in line. She knew that she was, and yet, it was pleasing to hear. She wouldn't have expected anything less and she never did either. As long as Alec and Oliver could see it, that was all that mattered. When Alec said asked if she was honest with what she was competing for, she turned to him with an eyebrow raised, almost baffled.
"You think I'm doing this to try to get back with Oliver, don't you?" She said with an amusing chuckle. "I can't compete if I've already lost the game, Alec. Stop trying to make assumptions. I'm not jealous that you and Oliver are together. I couldn't honestly give a damn less about that." She didn't say her words with anger, but more annoyance. "It's about showing to you and Oliver that I'm here, as dumb as it sounds. When I was with Oliver, he didn't even look at me when he was writing and directing his plays. He couldn't see that I was an emotional wreck. So no, I don't want to get back with him and I'm certainly not jealous of you." She knew that was what Alec wanted--for her to be jealous of him so he could have some sort of power over her. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. If he wanted to pry with her life, she would give him one hell of an answer. "Maybe a couple weeks ago, I might have been doing this to want to get back with Oliver, because that's what I was trying to do five years ago. But now? I may not be doing this for myself, but at least I'm trying to do what I love as long as I can and as much as I can. Maybe one day you'll understand my point of view, but until you can, just stop trying to read in between the lines of my life. I can tell you my whole relationship with Oliver if you want just so that you know everything about me. There is nothing else to me than what's shown in my dance, Alec. I wish we could just drop this whole thing, but this is what you want. You want to see a rise out of me, don't you? Because it makes you feel like you have more control over me than you already do." WORD COUNT: 697 TAG: Alec Penber
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Post by Alec Penber on Dec 6, 2017 17:26:10 GMT -7
Alec wanted to think of himself as an amiable person. Generally, he found that he could pretty easily get along with most everyone he encountered. But Kira was different. She had a special, uniquely frustrating way of getting under his skin. It was everything about her: the way she made her part in the musical personal, the way that she made him nervous about Oliver, the way he felt her undermining his work as a dancer. ”Mm, that worries me, though. It can get a lot worse - you know that, right? What happens when you realize that your performance is more hard work than sheer talent?” Alec knew he was being mean now, meaner than he ever should be to someone in his musical. But his week had been hard. Dates in the musical had been moved around, then Alec had to rearrange an entire number to better suit it to the Capitol’s liking. Between trying to sort through the mess that was organizing the musical and keeping all the dancers in line while trying to maintain himself on top of that, Alec had little time to spend with Oliver. That translated to bitterness and pent up stress, especially since Alec could catch glimpses of Miles filling in his place. He’d been so wound up since the musical started, really, and now it was all coming out on Kira. Alec stood up, walking towards the door. ”What happens when the younger dancers with the talent get their shit together? They’ll surpass you in a second and you’ll ‘lose’, right? So what happens then?”Alec just wanted to go to Oliver’s room, wanted to maybe have a drink or two before the night was over while he calmed down. Kira’s next words grounded him where he was though. Despite what she said, how could it not seem like she was trying to get back with Oliver. Weeks ago when the conflict was fresh, Alec saw how it pained Kira to interact with Oliver. How could the pain of 5 years vanish overnight? He was incredibly skeptical: none of it seemed right. He laughed, his voice low now. She seemed to have progressed from annoyance to anger now and it was setting him off more. ”Control? That’s not important to me, and, even if it was, how could I ever want for more? I’m sure that you realize that it wouldn’t be terribly hard for me to have you removed from the musical if I truly wanted to. You wouldn’t even be able to play the game if I disqualified you from it.” Alec shook his head. He could easily site creative differences and have her whisked right back to District 2. There was a long list of dancers that would absolutely love to take her place. He shook his head, hating the flood of adrenaline through his veins that accompanied the anger. ”You just don’t add up. Your story doesn’t make sense, so I don’t like it. But… there’s really no point for me to stand here and keep on arguing about something that’s completely irrational.”Words: 541 Tags: Kira Collins Notes: Me: okay let's not write Alec to be too salty for this post; Me, writing Alec
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Post by Kira Collins on Dec 6, 2017 18:04:12 GMT -7
Kira was putting herself on the line. She was telling Alec everything in confidence. She wanted to respect him, to tolerate him. More than anything, she wanted to put this all behind her. He asked her questions, and she gave him an honest answer. The red-haired woman was trying to be civil, but the more Alec pushed, the more she pushed back. She wasn't going to let some scrawny brunette push her around. Not when he had everything she didn't have and still felt threatened by her. When Alec started speaking, it was condescending and filled with hate. Why was he being mean to her? Why did he talk to her like he had absolutely no respect for her? She respected him, or she tried to at least, until he was just cruel.
The girl stood up, staying silent and watching Alec closely. She listened to every word he said, every threat he made and every question he poked at her. It was like a thousand knives stabbing her in her stomach. He was doing this to hurt her. Was this how him and Oliver talked about her behind her back? She wanted to leave all of this behind! She wanted to just dance and ignore everybody else. Kira never wanted Alec in the rehearsal room with her in the first place. If any choreographer talked to one of their dancers like this, like they were nothing, they would be fired in an instant. But because it was just Kira and Alec in the room, and Oliver favored Alec more than anything, there was nothing to be done about it. She could tell on him all she wanted, and somehow, Oliver would still twist her words and favor his boy toy.
Her breathing was heavier. She wanted to punch him so badly. She had never punched anyone in her life and she didn't want to punch anyone, but no one in her life has ever come close to pushing Kira over the edge. She was hot-headed, yes, but she certainly wasn't a violent person. And yet, Alec was the perfect target for punching. Her hands balled up into fists, her finger nails digging deep into her hands as she felt the pain. She was so angry. He spoke to her like she was nothing. He was just like everybody else that had ever been in her life. She had no friends, awful parents, and nobody to rely on. It was just herself, and this was no different. But Alec wanted her to punch him. He wanted her to get violent so he could cry to Oliver. She knew how men like him got their way, and she wasn't going to stoop to his level.
She walked over towards him and was three inches close to him. "How F*CKING DARE YOU!" She screamed at him. "HOW DARE YOU THREATEN ME WITH THROWING ME OUT OF THE MUSICAL! I DIDN'T WANT TO BE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU AWFUL THREATENING PIECE OF SH*T!" Kira turned sharply away from him, her back towards him now. Her hands were still balled up into fists. She felt like pulling out her hair, but instead, she ran her hands through it. She took a deep breath. She was crying. Of course she was. When wasn't she? "I already f*cking know I'm not good enough. I know I'm not pretty enough and not talented enough and not YOUNG ENOUGH." She turned back to Alec, her voice carrying in the empty room. Her face was completely red.
"I wish someone would fire your a*s. You're not a professional talking to one of your dancers like that. I never wanted you in here. You came in here, while I was minding my own damn business, and THREATENED to fire me. Fine then, get me the hell out of here if you're going to make my life a mess. Fire me. I. Don't. Care. Lie to him. It doesn't even matter if I told Oliver what you're saying because he wouldn't believe me." She wiped her eyes. "I respected you and you come in here and say that sh*t to me? Just leave me the hell alone, okay?" Her voice cracked. She was upset. He reminded her of her ballet teacher, one that hated her for really no reason. WORD COUNT: 729 TAG: Alec Penber NOTES: Kira right now
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Post by Alec Penber on Dec 7, 2017 22:33:47 GMT -7
Alec knew that he was getting himself into a sticky situation with Kira. It all felt like a horrible idea, really, but he couldn’t stop himself. He tried to rationalize his thoughts. It wasn’t terribly hard. Kira, whether she believed herself to be or not, was problematic in Alec’s eyes. The words he spat at her weren’t just said in an angry attempt to upset her. No, they were thoughts that had lingered just at the back of his mind throughout the entire time he worked alongside her on the musical. It was definitely a hit below the belt, especially since Kira had confided those exact concerns to Alec previously. Now, though, they felt consequential. After all, she was the one who had brought up her “unhealthy” motivation first in the conversation. This was Alec’s response. As his words found their target, Alec watched Kira carefully. She ran to him, getting right in his face. For a few moments, Alec was sure that he was going to feel her fist slamming into the side of his face. Instead, the only attack came from her words. Alec’s eyes found a spot and fixed there while she yelled. His jaw remained clenched. As she challenged him directly and hurled curses and insulted him, Alec felt the need to hit something. His life was very physical: in 9, he labored on a farm all day. Now, it was dancing and other exercise. Alec wasn’t an inherently violent person, but he longed for the feeling of letting out all of the anger he was feeling. He thought of the punching bags that hung downstairs in the massive gym provided to the performers, thought of how it would feel to hit the bag until he could no longer move his arms. For now, though, he had to handle Kira. ”Are you done?” Alec asked, his voice much louder than he planned for it to be. ”Are you done playing the victim? It’s crazy that you can feel so f*cking sorry for yourself, Kira. It just - it confounds me. In your opinion, what’s not attacking you? Because so far, you’re making it seem like the whole world’s stacked against you: The younger dancers, the Musical, me, Oliver.” Alec stopped talking abruptly, feeling like he was on fire with the anger. He threw a hand up over his mouth for a moment as he tried to calm down, biting at his lip and closing his eyes as he threw his head back for a moment. Alec dropped his hand and looked back at Kira. ”I’m the unprofessional one,” he repeated, his tone entirely neutral now. Alec laughed. ”This is my dream too, don’t you get it? Choreographing this musical may just be the most consequential thing I ever do in my entire life. If that was you and one of your dancers told you that they’d turned your musical into a ’stupid competition’ about you and your boyfriend, would you feel comfortable? Is that professional?” One of Alec’s hands began to clench and unclench as he felt his anger rising again. Along with it, his voice became more angry. ”It looks a hell of a lot like this musical and my relationship are in jeopardy. I’m doing my best to protect those. So, yeah, maybe I’m not being the most professional right now, but neither are you, so that’s the least of my concerns.”Words: 601 Tags: Kira CollinsNotes: Us right now
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Post by Kira Collins on Dec 8, 2017 14:26:21 GMT -7
Hate was a word that Kira very rarely used. She normally had her emotions in between love and hate, and though she once loved, she never hated. She was disappointed, frustrated, and angry, but hate was never something that she wanted to experience. She never thought someone would go as far as for her to hate them. Even she didn't hate her parents, who raised her while they were drunk and screaming every night in the living room. But Kira could finally say that she hated someone. She hated Alec. She had never felt such rage building up. Her emotions went from annoyed, to frustrated, to violent, to hate. Kira told him to leave. But, of course, as Alec kept talking, he didn't leave. There was no other reason in the room as to why he was here: he wanted to degrade her to the point of nothing. And right now, Kira felt pretty close to nothing.
She listened to him, looking him dead in the eye. Warm tears streamed down her face. It was the least of her worries. Her hands had gotten so balled up to the point where her nails broke skin, and her hands were starting to get bloody. The pain was the only way she could deal with the man in front of her. The hate flowed through her like poison. How could she work closely with someone so harsh? She would need to deal with him for several more months. She would have to listen to his direction, his instructions, and how he ran the musical. He could easily single Kira out every time if he wanted her to. He could easily put her in the back of the line, nonexistent to the crowd. He could easily fire her. Her heart was beating out of her chest. What had she done to deserve this?
When he was finished, she looked him dead in the eye. "Now you're going to listen to me." She said with her voice gritting through her teeth, loud enough to hear but not even close to the volume she was before. "I confided in you. I respected you as a dancer and a choreographer. I welcomed you in here with open arms and stopped my work, wanting to talk about anything that was on your mind. I wanted to help, to get along with you, Alec. And you turn around and stab me in the back. You turned everything I said, everything I trusted you with, against me. You mock me. You degrade me. You disrespect me. Because I'm the victim here. Because I'm the one with problems. Do you hear yourself right now?" Was she going to play this mind game with him? No. She would tell him the truth.
"As much as you want me to believe, Alec, it's not my fault your relationship is in jeopardy. It's not my fault your musical is in jeopardy. I haven't spoken a single word to you or Oliver that wasn't anything but respectful since rehearsals began. I haven't come on to Oliver because I respect your relationship. I've been doing my job. I've been dancing and I've been getting along. So why don't you keep feeling sorry for yourself. You're taking all of your anger from your relationship and your problems in this musical out on me, because it's my fault that your life is falling apart." Her voice was soft, though she was visibly shaking with anger. She wanted anything but this, but he asked for it.
"You seem to keep forgetting that you're the one who barged in here in the first place. You're the one that asked me the questions. You're the one that wants to stoop so low as to make one of your dancers feel like nothing. I've lost all respect for you. I hate you. But I'm going to keep doing my job and I'm going to keep doing it as damn great as I can. In fact, I might even be better than you. You probably already know that too, since you're using every single weakness of mine against me. Is it because you feel threatened by me? That's pathetic. You're blaming me for your relationships and the crumbling of this musical, which is only crumbling in your eyes. So my dancing, my competition, is no longer about showing Oliver that I'm here. It's about showing everyone else that I'm better than you. That I'm the greatest dancer in this musical, even the choreographer. Maybe karma will come back to you, and I really f*cking hope it does." This was the nastiest Kira had ever gotten with someone. She was so harsh, so mad, but she knew he deserved it. He deserved every word she said to him because he was the one that made her feel small despite him being above her. WORD COUNT: 815 TAG: Alec Penber NOTES: i think this is the meanest post I've ever written. every time i read/write a new post in this thread
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