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Katarina Smith
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 5:05 pm    Post subject: En Premiere Reply with quote

"Releve, Katarina. Releve!"

She could still hear Madame Odette rasped commands, and lifted her heels higher from the ground. Her room in the Inn was larger than those in the spacecrafts, but it was hardly suitable for her routines and exercises. Still, she knew that her body needed to be toned and firm if she wanted to perform. Legs in first position and turned out to her taught degree, she bent her knees in an almost painfully slow speed.

"In ballet, your body is always moving in two directions. Your audience will think that you are moving down, but inside of your body, you will go up through the spine to the head, and through your arms. Now, plié."

Again, her body responded through the memory of the movement, arms moving up, forward, then down as her knees bent to the desired degree. With her straight posture unfailing, she moved up to her original position.

"Releve to en pointe."

Seamlessly she raised her heels, rolling her ankles until the blocked, flat front of her shoes were parallel with the ground, her balance and grace resting on her toes.

"Hold"

Katarina sighed softly at the familiar stretch in her legs, the tingling sensation of her feet. Then whomever roomed next to her slammed the door upon exiting, and her concentration broke. With quicker movements, she brought her heels back down to rest in first position.

"Good. Fini."

She moved to her small bed where her dress and coat was already waiting to be changed into. "I kin't do this here any longa." She said to herself, sitting down and carefully unwrapping the materials that bound her beloved shoes to her feet.

It was time she found a studio.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 9:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Katarina somehow felt like she had stumbled onto the wrong side of town. She had been admiring the docks and large ships through the light rain, turned through a series of alleys to avoid the warehouses and the business that was at play. The longer she walked, the more she had a feeling she was somewhere she did not want to be.

She pulled her hood further past her face to cover herself from as much rain as possible. The fall was light, but soon the cool chill and the water swept around her long skirt to give her chills. Maybe the best idea was to turn around and head back the way she came. Liking the idea even more with each passing step, she turned on her heels swiftly and started in the other direction. A few turns to backtrack her steps, and found that each new turn was just as unfamiliar as the next.

"I'm na lost." She mumbled over and over under her breath, her steps slowly taking her closer to the front of buildings instead of in the middle of the cobblestone street. She read each sign she past, praying to find something that could keep her out of the wet and cold until she was composed enough to ask for directions back to the inn.

La Barre

Her steps slowed as she came across the sign that read "The Bar". Thrilled that her misadventure could have led her to a studio, she tried to peer through a window, but found them to be darkened so that she could not see. Shrugging to herself, a cold hand reached out to pull the door open, hearing the chime of an old bell as she stepped through.

The room was larger than she had expected, though it did not fit her expectations at all. There were tables and chairs spread throughout, with a long bar and stools to the right. She barely had time to look more before she heard a voice coming from the swinging doors past the bar, "Who be here? We're nah open yit." Through the swinging doors came a short, balding man with a shiny and round face.

She looked down, caught and suddenly feeling nervous, "I'm - I'm sorray. I did na know... I though'.." She stopped, and tried to slow her words down, "Yer sign, I though' it mean' somethin' differen'. I'm sorray." She repeated, wanting to retreat but was frozen in place.

His red face scrunched up as he openly studied her. "Ya know French, lassie?"

"Nah, jist a little. I'lla be leavin'-"

He waved his hand, hoisting himself up onto a barstool, "Me, I don't know no French, but me wife does." He seemed content to relax and leave Katarina still standing in mild fear by the door, "She said som'in 'bout it and dance."

A slow nod, "Yea, la barre is common in ballet. I dun mean to come in na welcomed. Th-"

"Ya dance too?" His shiny face altered the light as he smiled, "Me wife has a place upstairs. Wanna see?"

She did, but her green eyes still trailed towards the door, "Well, I-"

"Who ye be talkin' to?" She heard a females voice trail down from somewhere.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya, though ya bein' around here ain't too bright, kid." He beckoned her towards the swinging doors, slipping off his stool and awaited for her to follow.

She had little choice but to satisfy her curiosity.
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 1:11 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Katarina found behind the swinging doors a spiral staircase that lead up to the upper floor. "Come and meet this dancin' lassie, A ghrá." The short man bellowed up as he walked up the stairs. He did not seem to notice the rattling noises, nor the way the staircase shook with his boisterous movements. She heard murmurs, and waited until the man was completely off the stairs, before carefully starting up them. The last thing she needed was a twisted ankle, or a broken leg.

She walked up and into a studio that had seen much better years. The flooring was unkept, some of the mirrors had lost their shine and reflection, the piano looked untouched with dust, and sections of the long bar were bent from weather and wear. Knowing that she was being rude and staring, she turned her attention to the couple. Standing taller than Katarina, the wife was thin and pale, her hair an even mixture of gray and black. If she concentrated enough, the couple resembled the number ten.

"She be lookin' like a dancer, right Vera?"'

The lady said nothing as she did a thorough stare and inspect all along Katarina's body. Rini could feel the flush move from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears. "I'ma 'fraid I dun know yer names. I'm Katarina, but you kin call meh Rini." She bowed her head politely, rather than shaking hands.

"This be Vera, me wife, an' I'm Mac."

"How old are you?" Vera asked rather bluntly, the search ending at Katarina's eyes.

"I jist turn twenty-six, ma'am."

"Hmph. You are lucky that you look younger. It has been a long time since this room has been graced with a seasoned dancer."

Katarina did not want to express her opinion's why, and slightly rocked on her feet, "Do ya rent anay spaces out? I dun have room to raherse where I'ma stayin' now."

Vera raised a dark, sculpted brow as she considered, "It needs some care to be of great value to you, though Mac has promised to open the bar more to help with the funds."

"I told ye, woman-"

Katarina felt her blush only deepen as they almost started to agrue in front of her, and casually started to look away.

Vera gave her husband a pointed glare, and he fell silent. "If you want to spend time here, it is going to cost a few gold a month."

Katarina felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach, and bowed her head again, "I will keep yer place in mind, but I dun have the funds ta rent space here."

The couple fell silent for a few moments, and Katarina almost asked for her leave, before Mac piped up, "Wha' if the lass help with makin' the place look new? Surely tha' could lower the cost? An' I still be aneedin' an extra hand durin' the nights, if she is lookin' fer pay."

Katarina's eyes moved to the floor as they continued to have conversations that were usually left to privacy. "Very well. Help Mac with the studio, and you're rent is free. If you choose to work in a smelly old bar in entirely up to you. Once the studio is complete, we will discuss other matters of pay."

"You kin stay now, and I'll show ya 'round, and introduce ya to me bar."

She should have spent more time looking, and should have taken the time to consider more, "I'll work fer you."
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 8:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Yer werin' tha?"

Katarina frowned, and looked down at her dress. The black bodice filtered down into shades of green, ending in a light shade around her calves. She wore a short, but long sleeved cardigan that tied in the front to conceal her feminine curves. Black flats seemed to offer maximum comfort, and she looked back up to Mac, "Yea, whay? Does it look bad?" Perhaps her simple makeup was not enough, or her hair being bound up into a simple bun made her look awkward. Just her thoughts alone was enough to bring a gentle flush to the exposed areas of her skin.

"Nah, it be verra flatterin'. I hope me boys dun try ta disgrace themselves." He wiped some of the sheen from his brow, though Katarina wondered how anyone could be warm in the bar that had no fireplace, "Mayhaps ya should nah wear frilly things when commin' ta tend me bar."

Hands went to her hips, and she huffed, "I always wear wha' I wan'." Settling the argument, she replace the fleeting smile, "Now. wha' do ya wan' me ta do bafore ya open the doors?" She brushed her moist hands on her dress, disguising the gesture as smoothing the lines out. She was nervous, not of the attention but of being unable to perform her duties fully

"Well, ya could --" a small bell was triggered by a moving thread, and both of their eyes went up to the upstairs. "Why don't ya see what she be wantin'. Besides, we're almost ready anyway.”

With an obedient nod, she turned and started for the swinging doors that revealed the spiral staircase. It still wobbled, but it did not shake and tremble so much that Katarina feared for her existence. It was the first thing that Vera demand that Mac fix, much to Katarina’s delight. She had polished the black metal to high shine, and enjoyed the smooth texture if she kept her hand upon the railing. Once walking up to the studio, there was pleasure in the work that had already been accomplished. They had decided to cut the room in half, so some of the flooring was torn up, some was replaced with sprung flooring that would eliminate the metal springs and have no fixings, creating the more bouncy, floating feel. They had agreed to add a new barre for last, so that Katarina could investigate what resources were available to her.

Vera’s thin figure was clad in dark brown from the top of her neck to her ankles, causing her dark reflection to bounce from the fixed mirrors. “What did you do in here. To these?” A bony hand gestured to the three walls that did not have the bar, that were covered from top to bottom with new mirrors of a high shine.


“I asked Mac if I could add more mirrors. It’d be helpful ta have yer relfection fra’ all sides. ‘Pesically with havin’ studen’s.” She felt another flush start, and her gaze turned down. She should have asked Vera if she wanted to update her studio in such a fashion, and braced herself for her cold confrontation.

There was an uncomfortably prolonged silence, before Vera spoke, “A wise choice. That is all.”

Katarina nearly curtsied, but caught herself, “Thanks.” She barely mumbled, before heading back down the wobbling stairs. Once she reached the base, she took a moment to collect herself, and prepare her mind for the skills that she would need. It was just like performing, and illusion created to stun and awe. With a smile on her face, she started through the swinging doors with confident strides, and began the production.
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PostPosted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:46 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

1,2

Moving from fifth position, Katarina galloped into a chassé, bending her knees and leaping into the air to straighten her legs. She turned in the process to face the second corner, and lifted her right leg into a attitude croisé with her left arm up. Her warmed muscles were keenly responsive to the beats and rhythms that only her ears could hear.

3,4

She moved to promenade facing forward on her right foot. She used the momentum to ease into an attitude effacé, her left arm curved gracefully above her head. Her leather shoes bore the hard, flat material to the top, but her left foot was perfectly pointed against the ground.

5,6

She repeated the same movements from counts three and four, only this time she turned her body to face the first corner. Her area of practice was small and limited, and there was no piano playing to keep consistent timing. None of these ill conditions seemed to phase her, and there was even a small smile of her face as she continued to practice.

7,8

She extended her left leg to perform an arabesque on a plié, her left arm moving down into a second arabesque. Her left ankle rolled to balance on her toes, holding the rest of her weight and her graceful position. With the last count of the excerise, she performed a pas de bourrée dessous, taking a step back, to the side, and then to the front, reversing her feet so that she ended facing the first corner again. The musical notes in her ears reverberated with its ending.

It was not until she took a few breaths that she felt someone’s eyes on her. She moved her head to spot Mac, who’s round and red face was grinning from ear to ear.

He began to applaud.
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