The City of Love [open]

[Charmer]

[presto]

Paris Beauregard

She curtsies back at me, with a bit of inexperience but we can work on that. I hold her hand and notice her face light up with a smile and I can't help but smile too. I walk her to the dance floor and adjust my arms on her as does she. We start to sway back in forth. "I um", she pauses and looks down then looks back up looking embarrassed, "I don't know how to dance" she says quietly and I smile reassuringly, "Thats perfectly fine don't worry yourself." 

    I move her arm on to my shoulder and hold the other one in my hand as I put my other hand on her waist. "Ok so watch my feet" I say as we look down, "I will lead and all you have to do is move in to the spot my foot moves aways from or move your foot back if I move my foot back in that spot, ok?" I realize that it sounds confusing and she looks puzzled. "Just move your feet with my feet, if one of my feet move back then your foot that is in front of it will move in its spot, and then we will move around in a circle really." So we start to dance in the middle of the crowd and she get's the hang of it pretty fast, i'm surprised really it took me year's to learn to dance properly.

    I twirl her around and notice she smiles, but this smile is different its a smile of pure happiness and glee. I smile to not being able to stop myself as we dance round and round. Feeling like we have no care in the world. "Your doing Great" I say smiling, "Are you sure you have never danced before?"  

    
             

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[Dreams]

cleo blize
district one
seventeen
female

Paris' eyes soothe my nerves, like making my dizzy mind into clear water. An idle smile plays across my face, because I can't help it. He takes my hand and guides me to the dance floor, his strides long and graceful, mine clumsy and laughable. "Thats perfectly fine don't worry yourself." He says, and I nod. He gently guides my hands to his shoulders, and they rest there. They feel solid and steady, and I hope he doesn't notice my nervous shaking. He puts his fingers around my waist, and I can feel it contact with my ribcage each time I breathe. They steady me.

"Ok, so watch my feet." He says, and, as if on cue, both of us look down at the same time. "I will lead and all you have to do is move in to the spot my foot moves aways from or move your foot back if I move my foot back in that spot, ok?" I nod, as if I do understand. I really don't. This is such a foreign subject for me, and I think it's hard to focus with his hands on my waist. "Just move your feet with my feet, if one of my feet move back then your foot that is in front of it will move in its spot, and then we will move around in a circle really." This time I understand, and we start moving faster. Faster and faster. It matches the rate of my heartbeat.

He twirls me around, and I'm glad I did up my hair. If not, I'm pretty sure it would have hit him on the face. My smile widens, and his does as well. For the first time in a really long time, I am enjoying myself. Skateboard gives me thrill. But this? It gives me happiness. It isn't a familiar feeling, but it's a warm and welcome feeling. "You're doing great." A grin is on his face. "Are you sure you have never danced before?" 

"It depends." I laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "If you define dancing as spinning around the halls and pretending you can fly, then yes."

welcome to my
silly life
mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
miss, "no way it’s all good"

[Charmer]

Jan 22, 2014 23:13:30 GMT -5 Charmer said:

[presto]

Paris Beauregard

    "It depends" she says as she laughs and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "If you define dancing as spinning around the halls and pretending you can fly, then yes." I smile and spin her again, she did it with so much grace I smile and pull her back in. We stare at each other her eyes so beautiful looking up at me so full of happiness and humor, its the perfect moment, I tell myself as I lean in and kiss her passionately on the lips.

    I lean back away from her and then the songs over and she is still looking at me and im still looking at her. "You are beautiful" I say smiling and spin her again, "more beautiful than Aphrodite herself" I say as I pull her in again. Then when I realize that the dance floor was clear and everyone was on the sides watching us. 

    My sister was smiling standing next to dad and my brother had a slight smile on his face too. People in the crowd were whispering, "Whos that girl?", "Never seen her before at one of these parties", "I say she can dance." I smile and look at her as the crowd begins to clap. "I think they liked you" I say.    
    
    
                 
    
             

[/presto]

[Dreams]

cleo blize
district one
seventeen
female

I feel the silky skirt of my dress flow outwards as he twirls me again, revolving on my tiptoes. His steady arms pull me into him, and for a moment we stand there in silence. Beautiful silence. The placid look in his dazzling blue eyes makes me feel weightless. I don't even remember him coming any closer. But I felt his lips on mine, and my heart pounded like hummingbird wings. I felt like falling, falling, falling, but I just lean up against him for support. My eyes are closed lightly, fluttering, like when I dream. Is this a dream? Paris pulls away gently, and for a second I can only stare at him.

"You are beautiful," he says, spinning me around again. "More beautiful than Aphrodite herself." My cheeks glow, my mouth parted as if to say something. But nothing comes. Beautiful? Please give me a mirror, the last time I checked I wasn't beautiful. I'm just... normal. He pulls me in again, and both of us realize everyone is watching us. No wonder. There wasn't only an absence of music, but an absence of voices too. I lean my head into his chest in embarrassment and self consciousness.

Whispers dance through the crowd like wildfire, and my eyes dart around to follow them. They're asking who I am, why I'm here, they're giving their opinions. I glance up at Paris, and he's smiling down at me. A muted clap rings into my ears, and is replaced by his whisper. "I think they liked you." I manage a shy smile and look around a little more. I can see some frowning and others with a faint sense of despised recognition. "Not all of them." I say quietly. I look up at him, a mischievous look in my eyes. "I think some remember from some... skateboarding incidents."

welcome to my
silly life
mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
miss, "no way it’s all good"

[Charmer]

Jan 22, 2014 23:13:30 GMT -5 Charmer said:

[presto]

Paris Beauregard

    "Not all of them" she says looking up at me with a mischievous look in her eyes, "I think some remember me from" she pauses and smiles, "Skateboarding incidents." I smile at her and start to say, "Well-" but im cut off by my father as he walks over, "Who's this lovely girl?" he pauses as he seizes her up, "is she a daughter from the Moreno family?" 

    Oh god, I think please dont be like this father but I smile and respond. "No father this is Cleo Blize" my father has a twisted face on him, "Blize? never heard of that family are they new, what Business do they own?" I try to remain calm. "Father they own no bussiness they are just casual foke." My father frowns at me, "Then why is she here?" I look at my father in Horror. 

    "Father! how could you say that!" the whole crowd is staring at us watching with eyes wide, "Son I can't have the lower class in here" he say with his chin turned up. "Father! please stop Cleo is perfect and I don't want to be away from her!" my father looks at me with disgust, "Servants" he says coldly, "take her out." 


    


    


    

         

  
   

          

[/presto]

[Dreams]

cleo blize
district one
seventeen
female

"Well-" Paris starts, but abruptly cuts off. He looks over me and I turn to follow his gaze, feeling the heavy knot on my head tip my head off balance somewhat. It only took me a moment to know who exactly he was. Looking more like my mother, who is no longer here, the likeness in appearance between parent and child still fascinates me. As well as how many people in District One have blonde hair and blue eyes. "Who's this lovely girl?" He says, his voice light and cheerful. He seizes me up and a stiffen like a board, my heart pounding in my chest. "A daughter of the Moreno family?"

Paris shares my nerves. I can see it in the way his smile doesn't exactly make his face light up, I can see it somewhat strained. "No father, this is... Cleo Blize." He ventured cautiously. His father's face is contorted with confusion and uncertainty. "Blize? never heard of that family are they new, what Business do they own?" My heart leaps into my throat. This isn't going to turn out well. I should have known. I should have known. Paris looks distressed. "Father they own no business, they are just casual folk." Paris says, and I can tell in the still silence it was the wrong thing to say. As the words hang in the air, I see the disgust in the frown his father wears. "Then why is she here?" We look up at him in mutual terror.

"Father! How could you say that!?" He said, his voice trembling in rage he was too scared to express. The whole crowd is watching us. Except I don't feel as self conscious. I hold Paris closer to me, and his father turns his nose up like I'm a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of his shoes. "Son I can't have the lower class in here," He sniffed, and it makes me want to wrinkle my nose. I want to say something. I wi- "Father! please stop Cleo is perfect and I don't want to be away from her!" And I hold him even closer. The coldness in his Father's voice sends rapid chills down my chills. "Servants, take her out!" And I can stop myself.

"I'm not going anywhere! You can't just make choices for him, he's his own person, not yours! What do you have against us, anyway? You call us poor scums, as that all you see in us? We're people, too! What are we, good enough to share a district and good enough to serve you, yet we're not actually good enough? Do you even know what love is? The feeling when you can hear your heartbeat in your ears and the warmth all over? Do you know that love has no boundaries, let alone any restriction to class? So I'm sorry that I'm not some rich and spoiled big shot, but honestly, do you want to break your own son's heart?"

I'm so stupid, I'm so, so stupid. My hand fingers over my mouth and my eyes widen with dreaded realization. But I can feel hands grab my arms, hands of servants who were like me, are like me, and I thrash around. But dresses aren't the best for fighting in. I look up at Paris pleadingly, because I don't know what to do now.  

welcome to my
silly life
mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
miss, "no way it’s all good"

[Charmer]

Jan 22, 2014 23:13:30 GMT -5 Charmer said:

[presto]

Paris Beauregard

    When I hear my father say that I feel panic swelling up in my chest, what am I going to do, I think in terror then suddenly Cleo speaks out, "I'm not going anywhere! You can't just make choices for him, he's his own person, not yours! What do you have against us, anyway? You call us poor scums, as that all you see in us? We're people, too! What are we, good enough to share a district and good enough to serve you, yet we're not actually good enough? Do you even know what love is? The feeling when you can hear your heartbeat in your ears and the warmth all over? Do you know that love has no boundaries, let alone any restriction to class? So I'm sorry that I'm not some rich and spoiled big shot, but honestly, do you want to break your own son's heart?" 

    I smile a bit when I hear her standing up for me, like we have known each other for years, like she cared about me more than I thought. Then I feel the servants grab her arm and they pull me away too. I cant think straight all I see is her staring at me as we both struggle in the servants arms before I know what im doing I swing my elbow back hitting the servant in the face as he falls back over on the ground with a bloody nose. I run to Cleo through the crowd as the run around scared, but of what? then it hits me they are scared of me.

    I run to Cleo and this time the Servant lets go and I grab her, "I'm not letting them take you" I say as I grab her arm and take her towards the doors as I hear my father in the back yell, "Don't just stand there, Grab them!" I don't look back as we race out into the grand courtyard and through the gates, I look at Cleo trying to run in her flats so I pick her up, "I won't let them take us apart" I say as I run, "ever."     

    

                    

       

    

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[Dreams]

cleo blize
district one
seventeen
female

We both struggle in the servants' arms for what seemed like ages. But we fought and we reached until finally, our fingertips touched. And that seemed to set off Paris completely. He leaned back and let his elbow contact with the servant's face behind him. His nose trailed with red and he backed away, as did the other servant, who rushed to his aid. But part of me wonders if it was fear that drove him away. He starts running towards me, and I can feel the iron grips leave my arms hastily. In terror, because I can see it in their eyes. Now he's the one who's holding me, and I don't fight back.

"I'm not letting them take you," He says while we both run to the door. The crowd parts fluidly for us, no question asked. Why they would do that is beyond me. I can hear his father's ringing yell, rage burning like fire in his voice. "Don't just stand there, grab them!" And then a stampede of pounding footsteps following us. Stress and panic make me knees wobble as they run, and the flats aren't helping. And, somehow, Paris happens to notice.

He gathers me up, easing his arms under my knees, I cling to his shoulders and look back behind us. A small group, yelling for us to come back. Yeah, right. Had we not have been chased, I would have noticed how beautiful the courtyard was. But we were already dashing through the gates. "I won't let them take us apart," He says, voice intense.The swaying of his shoulders as he runs "ever." I smile, a smile so wide it cracks my face. "Never, ever, ever." I look ahead, squinting in the horizon. Does he know where he's heading? The dark part of town. The place where all of the gangs and muggers hang out. I hop out of his arms, and I know I'll miss the swaying of his shoulders as he runs and the strong foundation of him holding me up.

"Follow me." I lead him down an intricate path of alleyways, and I can hear shouts of uncertainty behind us. We're going to lose them soon enough. Besides, they must not get out of the manor much. I know these streets like the back of me hand. Rain starts to pour down, soaking my dress and hair. But I'm used to this. Besides, the sound of the droplets soothes me a bit. Soon enough we get to a pastry shop, a bright light in the night. I walk into it, and a sweet jingle rings as I open the door. Madam Mary is there, cleaning dishes and gasps. "Oh darlings, do sit down!" She shoes us off into a table. I smile at Paris. "They won't suspect us in here, and if they do, she won't allow them to come in in such a violent order." I wring my hair out and lean back, sinking into the cushiony chair.

welcome to my
silly life
mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
miss, "no way it’s all good"