A Garden of Dance {Fuzzy}

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marina summers

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this time,

this time

When Lori died, Marina changed a lot. She’d picked up some bad habits, such as smoking cigarettes when she could get her hands on them (which her parents most definitely did not approve of), and had also become a very disorganized individual. Her room was almost always a mess and she could barely keep track of her school work. It was like she couldn’t even think properly anymore, now that her best friend was dead. Sure, it had been a few years since the blonde girl volunteered for the seventy-fifth Hunger Games, but that didn’t change the fact that it happened. She was still gone, and Marina felt like it was her fault, even though her parents insisted that she should not blame herself, or anyone, for that matter. It had been the choice of Chloriphina Sills, and Chloriphina Sills alone.

It was still quite a difficult task for Marina to not think that she was to blame for what had happened. This girl had been her best friend, but volunteered for a death match without a word to Marina as to why she did so, or even that she was planning to. To some people, that would have felt like betrayal, or that that person didn’t care about the people they were closest with. In Marina’s case, though, she saw it differently. She felt that there was something troubling Lori that she hadn’t shared with her, and that’s why she volunteered. It was like she was using it as an opportunity to escape from something in her life that she wasn’t very happy with.

There was no way that Marina could know whether or not this was true, as you couldn’t really expect to get a response if you questioned a dead girl. At one point, Marina had considered talking to the rest of the Sills family to see if something had perhaps been mentioned to them as to why she volunteered, but she had decided against it. She felt that it was probably best not to bring up the death of their daughter from a few years ago to the girl’s parents. That was something that Marina just knew wouldn’t end well.

Stomping out her cigarette on the snowy ground, Marina made her way down the street. She was rather deep in thought as she was walking and she wasn’t even entirely sure of where she was headed at the given time. There was a variety of shops and other buildings lining the streets of District Four, and it was too cold on the beach to go for a swim. She was sure she’d get hypothermia if she tried to enjoy herself in the frigid waves of the ocean at this time of the year. Therefore, that wasn’t going to be an option today. She had to find something else that she could do to entertain herself.

The buildings that Marina passed by, for the most part, were of no interest to her at all. There were flower shops, bakeries, places that sold fishing gear and almost anything else that one could possibly think of needed in the District that they lived in. As she walked, she wasn’t really sure of what she could possibly do to entertain herself, as well as distract herself from what was troubling her. At least, until she came across a place that she didn’t even realize had existed in District Four.

Marina was farther away from her house than she usually was, though, which was likely the reason as to why she didn’t know this building was here. It was a small dance studio. According to the sign outside, there were ballet classes taking place there. Unsure of what had spiked her interest in the topic, Marina entered the building. An employee asked her what she was there for, and she simply asked if she could observe some of the dancers. When she was told that she could, Marina went into one of the many rooms, and saw a lone ballerina, dancing to some rather pretty music that was playing.

Standing off to the side, Marina watched the ballerina. She was so… graceful. It was really quite beautiful, seeing her dance. It made Marina wish that she was capable of doing the same. When the music stopped, Marina had something in her mind that she wanted to say. It took her a moment to speak up, but she did manage to do so.

”Excuse me?” she asked. ”Do you think you could show me how to do some of that? You’re a really good dancer.” Marina gave a smile when she said this, hoping for a positive response.

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Hadley Cross

On the edge of the sand,
they danced by the light of the moon.

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Step. Leap. Twist. Repeat.

Haldey lands on her feet and do a bow to the fake crowd. She pretends to her cheers and claps, but all of it is absent from the real world. "Thank you, thank you very much," she says to herself. 

She steps to the side and raises her right foot. Her muscles are clenching, but her ability to do this has strengthened since she has done this so many times. She reaches out with her right arm and connects with the tip of her toe. 

She gives the room a smile, but the invisible people don't return it. She breaks out into a leap across the stage, adrenaline running through her veins. She lands her leap with almost perfection. The light that is playing floods her ears, she closes her eyes and exhales. And she opens her eyes. She gets up from the crouch position and runs across the stage, jumping and doing a twist in the air, she lands with a bow. 

Haldey stands on one toe, and lifting the other one at a 90 degree angle. She directs her left arm at her leg which is raised. Her other arms is used to balance herself by moving it upward in the direction of the single leg she stands on, making a parallel line between them.

She turns her body and jumps into the air. She does a split mid-air and lands with her hands stretched out in front of her and her legs in a crouching position. 

The music stops and her dance has ended. A short pause before a soft, but powerful voice brings her back into reality.  

"Excuse me, Do you think you could show me how to do some of that? You're a really good dancer."

She was pretty, a soft voice. Dark brown hair down to her shoulders, sun glasses covering her eyes. 

Haldey pushes her hair behind her ear and looks down. She feels a bit weird, talking isn't what she does.

"Uhh, thanks. I could show you a few moves if you want, i'm not the best teacher, so I am sorry if you leave here today with nothing to show for it."

She said it in a soft voice, quite low. The shy girl was not one to talk loud.

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