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Post by KENLY JAKOB DELANEY on Nov 12, 2012 17:19:25 GMT -5
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Kenly had been tired and wired. The last few days had been swimming around his head with startling speed and intensity. The young man had gotten attached to one of his patients already, and that spelled bad news. A young kid...striking eyes. Haunted eyes. The charts were marked HIV positive and all sorts of other things that spelled sexual abuse. It made Kenly ache.
What did he do when there was nothing left to do? He danced. The creature had frustrations and anger and all manner of ugly things to get rid of, and what better way to do it? Exercise cleared his head. There wasn't anything else to focus on when your legs and core and head are so deep into something that nothing else matters. He brings his speakers down to the gym, glad it's empty. Everyone is supposed to be at dinner. Hell, Kenly hadn't been able to bring himself to eat in a few days. The man knew he was just as fucked up as most of the patients.
Without a second thought the man scans through his iPod, picking something from his dubstep playlist at random. Kill Everybody, a Skrillex "masterpiece" flooded the echoey room. The man sighed, began a complex contemporary routine. Contrary to popular belief, the so called genera was grand for such routines. This one was rather self explanatory-- a serial killer that finds himself out to destroy everything as his mental state deteriorates. Kenly lets the music take him over, allows himself to be swallowed up by the four and a half minute long song.
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Post by SEBASTIAN ARIS CASTILLIAN on Nov 15, 2012 23:36:42 GMT -5
Bastian was a friendly enough sort of person, but he'd been so caught up in what was going on with the testing and how he had been affected that he really hadn't been able to make much for friends. It was sad, because he was a people-person and liked company of others. Large groups, just another person; didn't matter. He wanted to talk and joke and laugh and be more normal again. He wanted the headaches to stop, wanted the feeling he felt to be his own. He wasn't great at controlling that yet. It wasn't that easy.
Let's just say that Bastian had forgotten dinner. He'd taken a nap and now he was up and ruffled looking, wandering around and trying to figure out where everyone was. Maybe he should have looked at a clock. Of course none of that mattered too much when he finally heard the music from the gym. Interest peaked, Bastian started off in that direction. He wasn't going to say he was all that fond of the music itself, but why did he need to be picky about it? It wasn't as if he was going to bash whoever liked it anyhow.
Once he peers into the gym, he pauses there at the door, his eyes on the dancing, taking in the sight of it. It was an interesting thing, and he was quite curious about it. Quite suddenly, he's tempted to try it. Not that Bastian has a clue how or where to even start. He knows very little about dancing, honestly. Yet when the piece is done, he moves into the gym, eyes curious. "Could you teach me some of that?" He asked lightly, waiting for an answer. |
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Post by KENLY JAKOB DELANEY on Nov 18, 2012 2:16:45 GMT -5
Kenly occasionally brilliant. He knows what he's doing as a choreographer, someone who can make himself known on a stage. Yeah, he's got that presence thing down pat, and it's what he's always let play into his strong suits. The creature gets so wrapped up in what he's doing and lets it consume him entirely. It's what he calls fun, and it's what he's always adored. The creature has bright eyes and manages to make himself look purely animal when he's on the floor. Real, pure animal... for once, something can be real in this god damned place.
There's a young man standing in the door when the song ends. Chest heaving, Kenly jogs to pause his iPod, stopping the heavily thumping bass and making the young man easier to hear. "That's advanced shit... you ever dance before?" He calls through the space, breathing returning to regular as he takes a long sip from his water bottle. The man's oddly accented speech is gentle, eyes on the creature's face. He's not one of his ward and he's not one of the headcases he's usually stuck with. Score one for fairly normal kids.
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