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Junior
.·:*¨ CHARACTER IS RENOWNED ¨*:·.
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Ally
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Post by Cyrus Makoa on Oct 3, 2024 13:17:26 GMT -7
It was a quarter past six and the theater had long since been empty. Which made it a perfect place to meet up with Farrah. The two of them were supposed to meet up here and head to the studio to practice a few moves for dance later in the week. Originally, Cyrus had lights to hang and had assumed it would take much longer to complete the work. Surprisingly, it took a very short time. So, as he waited he decided to read up on the papers given to him by their teacher. The moves were definitely performed and seemed a little complicated but not bad. Idly, he flipped through them as he hung from one of the light trees. A large and very tall bar with a base. It was used, normally, to hang stage lights from the sides. But for Cyrus, he liked to use it as his personal pole when no one was around. He sat on the pole in the cupid position. One leg bent and the other hanging down straight. Supporting him as he held that position comfortably without shoes on. That was the good thing about after hours, he could slap on a pair of comfy harmer pants and a sweater to relax and dance in. He stayed this way, reading and reviewing until he heard a door open and close. He assumed it was Farrah and thought nothing of it. ”On your left and look up.” He would remark so he would be overlooked. He wasn't that high up but he could be missed easily from how still he was. @farrahdenir
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ROYALTY
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38 POSTS
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62 LIKES
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Junior
.·:*¨ CHARACTER IS RENOWNED ¨*:·.
played by
Sana
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I know that you've seen the worst, your heart's been torn before
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Post by farrah deneir on Oct 5, 2024 14:06:59 GMT -7
Like the ocean's dancing with a storm, I will dance with you
Any day spent with Cyrus was a day that promised to be eventful, to say the least. This was something Farrah had learnt early on into their odd friendship, and he’d yet to have a single experience with the other teen that spoke to the opposite. It was refreshing, maybe? Though more often than not Farrah came away from it feeling like he’d embarrassed himself more than usual.
If nothing else it was fun. Cyrus was so very unlike any other friend he’d ever had, and by now he was attached enough to the other teen to forgive him for anything. Even the mini heart-attack he felt as he walked into the theater hall to find Cyrus halfway up a pole that looked far too fragile for his weight.
Farrah’s gym bag met the floor with a soft thump as the hand that had held it retreated up to curl over his chest. “Of course..” He muttered under his breath- of course, of course Cyrus couldn’t wait like a normal person would. That’d be weird, in fact he would probably have had to call the police on account of suspecting an alien replacement if Cyrus ever did something in an ordinary way.
“I swear- you’re gonna give me gray hairs.. Is that even safe??”
It took a few seconds, but his heart had calmed down again, letting him stare pointedly up at his friend with what had become his signature expression of amused disbelief. “I don’t remember poles being involved in this number.” Farrah huffed in amusement, bending over to pick up his bag again to move it over to a corner with Cyrus’ things.
He peeled off his knee-length coat too, dumping it on top of the bag. This left him in a pair of black high dance shorts, and a red sleeveless top- all the better to move and stretch out in.
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