Post by Coriolis on Jul 21, 2010 3:25:03 GMT
Cori never was one to listen to a doctor's orders. The scar on the back of her ankle that had come from repairing an injury that had ended her promising dance career was a permanent reminder of that.
She was doing what she usually did whenever she was stressed out- changed into a leotard and tights, laced up her toe shoes, and danced until she had either calmed down or passed out from exhaustion, whichever came first.
The graceful movements of her arms in tune with the pointe moves she was doing probably wasn't what the doctor had in mind when he had told her light exercise, but Cori didn't really care. It had been what felt like ages since she had done this, and nothing- not even the twinge of pain her shoulder gave whenever she raised it above chest level, would stop her.
Step to the back, then to the side, then forward - Pas de bourrée.
Plié.
Leg en l'air. Relevé. Spin.
The familiar motion of the fouetté en tournant brought back a wave of nostalgia. She had played the role of Odile, once, back when she had danced religiously. No one had expected her to be able to do the 32 fouettés, but she had pulled it off. That was one of her proudest moments. Not a lot of dancers could do that, after all.
She paused after completing one of the turns, tilting her head to the side to look at herself in the wall of mirrors facing her. She had no idea why they had been installed in the training room, but she actually rather enjoyed it. Maybe the Hellions had a dancer here, too? With a grin, she did another pas de bourrée, spinning back into her fouettés. Let's see how many she could do..
She was doing what she usually did whenever she was stressed out- changed into a leotard and tights, laced up her toe shoes, and danced until she had either calmed down or passed out from exhaustion, whichever came first.
The graceful movements of her arms in tune with the pointe moves she was doing probably wasn't what the doctor had in mind when he had told her light exercise, but Cori didn't really care. It had been what felt like ages since she had done this, and nothing- not even the twinge of pain her shoulder gave whenever she raised it above chest level, would stop her.
Step to the back, then to the side, then forward - Pas de bourrée.
Plié.
Leg en l'air. Relevé. Spin.
The familiar motion of the fouetté en tournant brought back a wave of nostalgia. She had played the role of Odile, once, back when she had danced religiously. No one had expected her to be able to do the 32 fouettés, but she had pulled it off. That was one of her proudest moments. Not a lot of dancers could do that, after all.
She paused after completing one of the turns, tilting her head to the side to look at herself in the wall of mirrors facing her. She had no idea why they had been installed in the training room, but she actually rather enjoyed it. Maybe the Hellions had a dancer here, too? With a grin, she did another pas de bourrée, spinning back into her fouettés. Let's see how many she could do..
