#ใ€ˆ ๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐’๐„๐€ ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐€๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐ˆ๐— / ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰
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crmincls ยท 9 months ago
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open starter // the bastion hotel bar
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" it's so cute when people think i'm not old enough to be here. " chelsea grew up being told she was just a child, but she earned the right to enter the bastion and use its services long ago. her coin was just as good as any, and the blonde enjoyed the reactions she gained from it. " tell me, what's the best story you have of someone assuming you weren't allowed to be in a space, or at least, shouldn't be. "
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crmincls ยท 8 months ago
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chelseaย  sighedย  whenย  herย  motherย  didnโ€™tย  scoldย  herย  forย  theย  snappyย  outburst.ย  sheย  knewย  sheย  shouldnโ€™tย  haveย  doneย  it,ย  butย  sometimesย  whenย  sheโ€™dย  beenย  upย  forย  tooย  longย  andย  practicedย  forย  tooย  long,ย  controlย  wasย  theย  lastย  thingย  sheย  possessed.ย  that,ย  perhaps,ย  wasย  theย  point.ย ย 
sheย  takesย  aย  deepย  breathย  whenย  herย  motherย  movesย  closer,ย  smilingย  aย  bitย  atย  theย  gentleย  gesture.ย  manyย  wouldnโ€™tย  believeย  theย  directorย  ofย  theย  vipersย  couldย  beย  gentleย  orย  kind,ย  butย  chelseaย  hadย  alwaysย  seenย  thatย  inย  herย  mother.ย  itย  madeย  herย  betrayalย  evenย  worse,ย  pushingย  toย  liveย  aย  lifeย  thatย  sheย  hidย  fromย  theย  womanย  whoย  raisedย  her.ย  itย  feltย  unfair,ย  butย  chelseaย  hadย  desiresย  andย  aย  darknessย  thatย  deservedย  toย  beย  used.
aย  softย  nodย  comesย  fromย  theย  blonde,ย  โ€œย  iย  canย  keepย  going,ย  myย  feetย  arenโ€™tย  bleedingย  yet.ย  โ€ย  whenย  sheย  wasย  youngerย  sheโ€™dย  dancedย  andย  dancedย  andย  danced.ย  onย  herย  toesย  soย  muchย  thatย  herย  feetย  wouldย  protestย  forย  weeks.ย 
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"i know you will, darling." she took a few steps closer to her daughter. the wrong step, the hesitation, a loss of balance could mean life and death, it's why her children needed to be perfect, so they could be safe. viviana brushed chelsea's hair back, even though the hair didn't quite need organizing.
viviana hoped that one day her children would understand why the hardship, why she grilled them more than the other students at this school, but it's not the right time. at least not publicly, she knew what chelsea was doing behind her back and she's choosing to let it happen.
"come, let's go through it again. you're not tired yet, are you?" she used the controller to reset the song.
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crmincls ยท 9 months ago
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โธปย dove cameron, 26, cis woman, she/her ;ย ] welcome to the bastion,ย CHELSEA DELACROIX. weโ€™ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you areย 26ย and have been around london forย YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, correct? yes, iโ€™ve read an article about you - they said you can beย CLEVERย andย RECKLESS, is that true? no matter, iโ€™m sure your position as aย PRINCIPAL DANCER @ THE ROYAL BALLET ACADEMYย will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of yourย BEAT UP PINK BALLET SLIPPERS HANGING ALONG A WALL LIKE TROPHIES, COQUETTISH BOWS HOLDING BACK LONG, CURLY BLONDE HAIR, A ROW OF WIGS WITH THE EXCUSE OF USING THEM FOR DANCES, WEAPONS HIDDEN BENEATH EVERY POSSIBLE SURFACE, PERFECTLY PAINTED RED LIPSTICKย in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / /ย daphne kluger ( ocean's 8 ), lorraine broughton ( atomic blonde ), black widow ( marvel ), cher horowitz ( clueless ). [ โธปย honey, 29, cst, noneย ;ย 
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full name . chelsea louise delacroix
nickname(s) . chels, c
age . 26
sexuality . bisexual
place of birth . london, england
occupation . principal dancer @ the royal ballet academy
height . 5'2"
tattoos . several dainty tattoos that are mostly hidden
piercings . ear lobes twice
pinterest . here
traits . clever, reckless, manipulative, cunning, resourceful, stubborn, determined, vindictive, flirtatious, charming, passionate, loyal
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she was born into a world where darkness seemed to be the only thing that existed. never was she one of those girls who basked in the sunlight and daydreamed about a delicate future. no, chelsea has always been a part of the underworld, it birthed her, it raised her.
her mother has a penchant for taking in broken things, but can she raise something of her own? the jury is still out, chelsea has seen hundreds of brothers and sisters pass through her doors and often feels divided from them, never making genuine connections. she's the director's daughter, why would they get close to her? if only they knew it meant her mother was harder on her than anyone else.
dance was a passion from the moment she could walk, but is it her own or was it given to her? chelsea isn't quite sure. she's been doing it her entire life, pushing through broken toes and cracked nails, feet so raw they blister and bleed. but now she's a principal dancer, something she had to prove twice over to achieve.
but that little word nags in her mind, is this what she loves to do ? the answer isn't so simple. dancing can clear her mind, prove to be an escape and often the only time she feels her mother isn't disappointed with her. but the young girl has always seen the darker sides of the academy as her home, a calling from a young teenager who wished to be more.
she's been training in secret most of her life, or others will take pity on her and spar with her. it's forbidden by her mother, but secrets make friends, don't they? some are too foolish or careless to think they'll face consequences, some look down upon her and think it's a harmless task to teach the ballerina to fight.
and now years later she's the perfectly honed weapon, crafted not by her mother's hand. chelsea is deadly, and her biggest weapon is that she doesn't look it. practiced innocence becomes her like a second skin, giggles and pink pass the disguise. after all, how could a ballerina harm someone ?
and so here she sits, begging to join the ranks of the assassins the ballet has to offer, but a mother's refusal to allow it. can she convince her mother now that she's in her mid 20's? Or will she forever remain a porcelain doll meant to only be seen and never touched? right now the only answer is that the dark haired assassin in the city, clad fully in black, has certainly caught the attention of people higher up on the food chain.
fun little bits, she drives a black sports bike only when she's dressed as her little alter ego (who she likes to call vicious), she's kept every pair of ballet slippers she's ever worn, she collects weapons like a gremlin, her preferences are knives, she does love pretty things and enjoys dressing in cute aesthetics, but she also does love black, she has a cat named coco who is a white, long furred little demon and only likes her.
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on the main : an older sibling, details for her mother + a romeo/juliet style ex relationship
ride or die : her best friend, the person she is closest to, and the person who knows all of her secrets. they would do anything for one another and have, as secrets have bonded them closer than siblings.
rival : a fellow dancer, they've always been neck and neck and chelsea often feels her mother is nicer and easier on them than she is to her. it's created a lot of animosity as they are always vying for the top spots.
trainer(s) : either part of the academy or unaffiliated, but they see her drive and her passion and help train her to be the lethal little thing she is. could be years worth of a relationship or more recent.
dalliances : people she is currently seeing or fooling around with, no strings
ex flings : because why not, could have been an amicable ending or messy af
they know : they've figured out the dark haired assassin (she wears a wig) is her and what they choose to do is utp but i would love something angsty, however a balance because i'm not interested in this getting her killed lol
partner : someone who she joins up with for when she wants to have real practice as an assassin. they are part of the ballet and while they are weary for it, don't want to see the princess get hurt either.
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๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐’๐„๐€ ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐€๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐ˆ๐— ๐•๐ˆ๐๐„๐‘ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ
ใ€ˆ ๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐’๐„๐€ ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐€๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐ˆ๐— / ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š / ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐’๐„๐€ ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐€๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐ˆ๐— / ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š / ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š˜ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐’๐„๐€ ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐€๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐ˆ๐— / ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š / ๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐’๐„๐€ ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐€๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐ˆ๐— / ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š / ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ ใ€‰
๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง ๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ ๐‹๐”๐‚๐ˆ๐„๐ ๐•๐Ž๐‘๐Ž๐’ ๐’๐€๐๐๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐„ ๐ƒ๐„๐•๐ˆ๐‹
ใ€ˆ ๐‹๐”๐‚๐ˆ๐„๐ ๐•๐Ž๐‘๐Ž๐’ / ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง / ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐‹๐”๐‚๐ˆ๐„๐ ๐•๐Ž๐‘๐Ž๐’ / ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง / ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š˜ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐‹๐”๐‚๐ˆ๐„๐ ๐•๐Ž๐‘๐Ž๐’ / ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง / ๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐‹๐”๐‚๐ˆ๐„๐ ๐•๐Ž๐‘๐Ž๐’ / ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง / ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ ใ€‰
๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐š ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐๐„๐‹ ๐•๐„๐†๐€ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐Œ๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐„๐‘
ใ€ˆ ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐๐„๐‹ ๐•๐„๐†๐€ / ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ / ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐๐„๐‹ ๐•๐„๐†๐€ / ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ / ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š˜ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐๐„๐‹ ๐•๐„๐†๐€ / ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ / ๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ใ€‰
ใ€ˆ ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐๐„๐‹ ๐•๐„๐†๐€ / ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰,ใ€ˆ ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ / ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ ใ€‰
#ใ€ˆ ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐๐„๐‹ ๐•๐„๐†๐€ / ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ / ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ / ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š˜ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ / ๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ / ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐‹๐”๐‚๐ˆ๐„๐ ๐•๐Ž๐‘๐Ž๐’ / ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง / ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง / ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š˜ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง / ๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง / ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐‚๐‡๐„๐‹๐’๐„๐€ ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐€๐‚๐‘๐Ž๐ˆ๐— / ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š / ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š / ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š˜ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š / ๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ใ€‰#ใ€ˆ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž๐š / ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ ใ€‰
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chelsea never knew who she might run into at the bastion. travelers from all over the world found themselves here, first time visitors, those pretending to be on vacation, or the regulars who possessed masked faces she didn't often see. the young viper soaked it all in, dipping her toes into a world her mother never wanted her to join. her eyes almost narrow at the parroted reply, chelse doesn't love to play these games but she also hasn't decided if this is someone she wants to argue with either. the thick accent and appearance offer only a glimpse of a reason not to. she tilts her head at the story, unsurprising. " perhaps i don't. " she says, deciding her path of conversation. " then again, security wouldn't have let me in otherwise. "
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In the heart of the hotel, lies a clandestine sanctuary known only to the elite few. The bar, dimly lit with a red hue, casts shadows that dance mysteriously against the plush velvet curtains. Here, amidst the subtle clink of glasses and the murmur of conversations, a clientele unlike any other gathers. Dressed impeccably in tailored suits and designer gowns, they exude an aura of danger andย sophistication. Aleksa abhors every single one of them. "It's cute you think people here care," her accent dribbles hostility, a part of her personality deeply engrained in her very bones, swirling her glass of vodka with cautious eyes. "My story? Well, here, as you would have it. They thought I was aย civilian," the word was spit from her mouth like venom, but a chuckle soon followed. "Had to pull the big guns for them to take me seriously. You, however, don't seem like you belong with this crowd." What are you doing here?
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chelsea takes in the other's appearence and wonders if they experience the same things. she can tell when one looks youthful but possesses more years, or at least, when someone shares the same annoying experiences. chelsea chuckles at the comment, sipping her drink a bit as she finds herself actually unamused. " tell them to repeat that when they need you next time. " she counters. chelsea found people ate their words often when they found themselves in need. " i think we are. what's your poison? "
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It had been a long night. this shift had brought her to the bastion medical room and what she was met with was different than she was told. the man would be fine, a long recovery required, depending if he listened to what she said. a drink was in order before she went home, slipping into the bar stool to another already there. jasmine gives a small snort. "there will always be hypocrites or those trying to bring you down." her attention turns, only taking a second to realise who it was. "i get the, are you old enough to be a doctor." that was the most common one. "or, someone pretty like you should be doing something more with your life." like saving lives was not important enough. "are we drinking to condescending assholes?"
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chelsea smirked a bit at the advice. she heard it often from those older than her, but it didn't solve the annoying issue of being questioned at every turn. youthful innocence seemed to harm more than benefit. but she recognized the other instantly, and chelse bit her tongue to avoid arguing her point. " so i've been told. " not the most respectful, but hardly the worst either. she takes a sip of her drink to refrain from being too sassy. instead chelsea bites her tongue to listen to the story, and resists a chuckle at someone thinking the daughter of the head of the table wasn't good enough. some crime families would sell their child to wed into that. finally a chuckle does slip from her lips, the end of the world truly came at the cost of a pregnancy without union first. " to her it was, i guess. " she smirks, still unsurprised. " if only people knew the world we lived in. they'd not think things were such a large deal. "
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with a crystal glass filled to the brim with champagne in her grasp, jacqueline listened as the younger woman spoke about her grievances with looking younger than she was. it was something that the blonde had understood when she was that age, desperate to be seen as the adult she was blooming into, but once the aging started to visibly appear upon her features with each passing year, she yearned to go back to that. ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝtrust me, it wonโ€™t last. believe me, that youthful beauty you have is a gift. take it as a compliment.โ€ a playfully bitter laugh fell from her lips at her own statement before bringing the glass to her lips for a quick sip. โ€œah โ€” thatโ€™s a tough one.โ€ to be quite truthful, growing up as the daughter to THE HEAD OF THE TABLE granted her with the opportunities and entitlement to fill almost any space she pleased. shout out to good old-fashioned nepotism. โ€œmy ex mother-in-law hated me, and i mean truly HATED. sheโ€™d never been a fan of my family, my mother in particular, and took that out on me in a way. she didnโ€™t think i was good enough for her son or to be in their family, but i guess it didnโ€™t help that i got pregnant out of wedlockโ€ฆ she was a bible-banging christian and to her that was the end of the world.โ€
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chelse is quick to wrinkle her nose, she hates being told she looks young despite how many people insisted she should be thankful. " i get that a lot. " she admits, not allowing her annoyance to seep through. it wasn't this woman's fault she struggled with her own image. it wasn't her fault that the young viper chose a world that wasn't ready for her. the blonde's eyes focus instantly on the story, smirk atop her lips as she imagined it. the violent streak inside of her sang, chelsea enjoyed hearing of the fall of men who believed themselves superior simply by the thing between their legs. " sounds like he got what he deserved. " she agrees, sipping on her drink a bit. " i hope you continued to show him how wrong he was. "
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"Well, you certainly don't look old enough to be here, but I've learnt to not judge a book by it's cover." She wondered though, how someone so young had ended in such a place. Even if looking back at her own history, Blake could come up with more than one way and reason. She hums, an light sound filled with amusement. "This guy in the military, he liked to act like he had the biggest cock around. Constantly spitting in my face how I shouldn't be there, but in a kitchen... or in his bed." She pauses, looking at the girl with a growing smirk on her lips. "I broke his arm... and let's say he wouldn't be having a very active sexual life for a while either." Shrugging, she leans back. "Totally worth the month of punishment that came after."
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chelsea always found the most interesting people at the hotel bar. travelers, locals, and those with interesting stories. she soaked it all in, protected by the rules of the bastion and hopeful her mother wouldn't get upset for it. she was a viper, after all. the blonde tilts her head at the question, sipping her drink before replying. " a teenager, not old enough to drink, usually. "
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The hotel was a "Nice try, but I'm not giving my secrets away." He was stupid in many ways, sure, but he also knew better. He tried to seem brooding and mysterious, but was usually the opposite of that in some aspects. Careless more than anything, which probably didn't make him seem all that mysterious ever. "What age do you usually get mistaken for?"
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long hours were nothing, days spent dancing for so long that she felt her feet would fall off before she left the stage. while her mother was drilling them, this truly was nothing. chelsea was long used to more, and she could feel the ever critical gaze of her mother on her with each turn. it always got into her head, caused her to wobble the most minute of ways but she knew it didn't go unnoticed.
as they were finally freed, chelsea hung back. she never felt that welcome with the other dancers, nor was she sure if she wanted to stick around and practice more or not. she had to be perfect, a prima ballerina had no other options. slowly the blonde moved to the front of the stage, legs dangling off as she contemplated her next moves. her mother's words drew her away, and chelsea heaved a large sigh in response.
" got it, will do. " she doesn't try to snap at her mother, but chelsea's mind always fills with how hard the woman is on her. it's a struggle of knowing that's how she's the best and questioning if she truly is. " sorry, i'll work on it. " she adds, truly not trying to start an argument with her mother.
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where: royal ballet academy who: @crmincls (chelesa)
"and five, six, seven, eight!" viviana snapped her fingers at each count as soon as the song arrived to the part of the next dance section. she was the director, the days of being an instructor were way behind her but she still loved to to teach, not only to test potential candidates for the vipers, but also to get to know the people who are working hard at the academy.
all the dancers were synchronized but she still glanced at her daughter. picking and reading every movement. viviana knew she was harsh, especially towards her children but it was for a reason. the world chelesa want to join is a cruel and dangerous one and she will make sure that her daughter is safe.
as the hour passed and the dance practice was over, the dancers were starting to leave until it was just her and chelesa. "you need to work more on your releve, chelsea." balance, it was all about balance.
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