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[Jericho]

Name
Jacques Anthony Carr
Nickname(s)
Jax, Doc Jazz
Age
17
Type of Dancer
Hip hop, break dancing, shuffle dancing, street dancing, and contemporary if he feels like it.
Dance Team, or just watching?
Dance Team
Crush/BF/GF
No way, but so you know.....I like guys not girls....
A Short History
Will rp out.
Personality
Easily gives up hope.
Theme Song
http://www.google.ca/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=i ... kFtQsw1YSg
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[noel.]

:: Name ::
Łukasz ‘Haneul’ Dabrowski

:: Nickname(s) ::
He is most often called Luka by most people, though many teachers refer to him by his original first name- Haneul.

:: Age ::
Sixteen.

:: Type of Dancer ::
He commonly daces using a hip-hop style, well hip-hop in a ‘pop music’ type of way. Luka is also relatively good at jazz, which is a dance style he uses often as well.

:: Dance Team, or just watching? ::
He decided to give competing a try this year- so Dance Team it is.

:: Crush/BF/GF ::
He doesn’t like anyone special at the moment.

:: A Short History ::
Luka was a baby whose parents did not intend to have a child- to be blunt, he was a mistake, their mistake. He was born to a Korean family living in America, given the name Haneul by his young mother. A polish couple with a son of their own, four years old, who wanted another child (yet were unable to have another) was already supposed to adopt him. They did and gave him a polish name, Łukasz, though he prefers to be called Luka. He was five when the family had decided to move back to Poland for a few years, due to family crisis, and then back to America when he was nine. Life had been a bit odd for him, in the years he lived with those people. It was obvious he had been adopted, being Asian among Europeans, and he never really connected much to them. It was like living with strangers who simply let him inside to sleep in their house and nothing more- and that is, still, how he looks back to it as. His memory of his childhood with that family seems like some sort of hazy, odd, dream and it often troubles him as to what makes it seem that way. He found himself enrolling in a dance school once he realized that he certainly had a talent in that area one day, and often spends his free time in practice rooms.

:: Personality ::
While Luka is a happy-go-lucky sorta guy when he's with friends, making the best out of posing situations, he shows off a sour attitude to some people if he decides he dislikes them- along with a stubborn side that pops up every now and then.That, however, doesn’t stop his giddy, girlish side from existing. It has a very big existence, might I add. He can be rather selfish as well at times. Just a little warning beforehand, as innocent as he may seem, do not let him get a hold of your wallet- he will shop until he spends every penny you have is gone. It’s a small…issue that he plans to see people about. He has a passion for dancing, becoming a more confident person when he’s putting his heart into every movement he makes. He can also get flustered easily.

:: Theme Song ::
{{ I'll find one later- I just want to get this posted.}}

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{{ Sorry it took forever, I woke up uber late and then I searched for a new picture for quite a while- only to fall back to the one I've been using lately. Picture hunting is annoying sometimes. Bleh. }}

[Jericho]

(Its ok! want to start?)

[noel.]

{{ Sure, so... does this school have dorms? And what time should it be- after classes when say... practice rooms are free or something? }}

[Jericho]

(the school does have dorms, and sorta, practice rooms are always open, but usually have class going on inside as its a dance school, but you can normally find a quiet corner of a practice room, or practice in the parking lot outside. Lets say its after all classes are done, after supper.)

[noel.]

Classes were over for the day, dance and academic, Luka was thankful for that. It meant that many students had gone back to their dorm rooms, exhausted from a day of hard work. From past experience, Luka knew this as the perfect time to snab a free practice room. Seeing as how there weren't any classes being taught and everyone had just eaten, not many people would be taking them up at the moment. It wasn't the smartest idea to dance right after having eaten, but Luka had made sure his meal was light that day: a simple salad and mineral water.

A smile swept over his features once he saw a deserted practice room while walking through the 'hall of dance' as he had nicknamed it. It was the hall of nothing but dance rooms, and Luka had passed most which had a few people in them dancing or chatting away. It wasn't that he didn't like those people, he just felt odd practicing alone when others could be so focused on him. Unlike when he was in class, that is when most people tended to mind their own business. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door to said practice room open. It was troubling actually, the fact that he didn't have such great amounts of self-confidence. He knew he was a gifted dancer, but everyone else at the school was too. He needed to learn to snap out of the fear of having so many eyes on him if he wanted to perform in the dance competition. He wasn't completely hopeless though, because there was a part of him that craved the attention- maybe it was just the fact he had no clue what the audience could be thinking that made him uneasy at times.

He shut the door behind him carefully, his eyes scanning the room before him. Setting his duffle bag on the ground against the back wall, Luka ran a hand through his soft hair before leaning against the wall and sitting himself. His sweet tooth was beginning to beg for a sugary treat so he reached into his bag and pulled out a watermelon Dumdum pop. He'd give himself a few minutes to rest after racing here once he had finished his meal. He didn't want to collapse in pain while dancing due to cramps after only a few minutes into dancing. He'd be embarrassed enough to die.

[Jericho]

Jax jogged down the hallways, a black sports pack in his hand. He was heading to the practice rooms, hoping there was at least one empty one left, but at this rate he'd be stuck dancing with some losers like the day before. His teacher had sent him to detention again, the third time that week. Then the detention people sent him to the main office to talk to the principal, who wanted to talk to the teacher, then they both decided to send him to detention. So by the time he got out he had missed supper, and missed what he called the "Claiming" time, where everyone claimed their own practice room. His heart raced from running as he skidded to a stop having reached the dance rooms. All full. "D*mn!" he cursed slamming a fist into the wall and receiving strange looks from passing people "What are you looking at punk?!" he snapped at a geek passing by. Finally he remembered the parking lot, it would be crowded, but he hated practicing with other people in the room.
Walking down the halls he glanced into practice rooms, filled with chatting or dancing people. A group of girls and guys practicing duo's, and a bunch of other teens. Having never been trained to dance he felt small against all these teens, most had been training since the time they were able to walk. But not him...He got here after one of the teachers saw him dancing. Not because of a scholarship, or by paying loads of money to get in. just because they liked the way he danced. but still, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by other peoples amazing dancing.

[noel.]

Luka had gotten into the school mainly through a connection. After his aunt took a look at his dancing, she immediately called a friend of a friend- the principle of the school. He, of course, had to put on a little performance to prove he had good skills, and after that ended with the viewers clapping their hands- he was in. Simple as that. A loud crack could be heard throughout the practice room as he bit down on the lollipop, splitting it in half. As he chewed on it, continuous crunching could be heard and he closed his eyes for a moment. He had come in here not even sure what to practice.

Upon opening his dark colored eyes, he saw that in the hallway someone was headed away from the area. He assumed it was toward the parking lot. He hadn't heard of too many people doing this, but he knew some people practiced in the parking lot when the rooms were full. He sighed a bit, letting his good nature take over. If he wasn't going to start for a while he might as well let someone who would borrow the room for a bit.

Luka lifted himself off the ground and headed towards the door, opening it just as the dark haired boy passed. "Hey." He said as a way to get the boy's attention. "I'm not going to start dancing for a bit, so if all the rooms are full you can come in here for a while to practice." He offered. Luka wasn't the type to do this all the time, but doing the unexpected is sometimes good for you, right? Plus, he thought he could use a look at someone else’s dancing for a bit.

[Jericho]

[center]Jax stopped hearing the boys voice and turned around "Uh, sure...Thanks!" he said with a nod and smile. He headed back slipping into the quiet dance room, "Thanks a lot...I hate practicing in the parking lot, but the stupid teachers here kept me late then sent me on a wild goose chase around the school!" he exclaimed tossing his bag on a bench. "I won't take long, I just need to run through this dance once..." he whispered digging through his sports bag and pulling out a speaker system and some pieces of paper. He set up the speakers quickly, flipping through some catchy tunes and songs before finally stopping at one. He paused it, taking off his black sweater leaving on his also black tank top, he preferred dancing in a tank top because it gave him more movement. Instead of being restricted like when he had a sweater on. He sat down and read over the papers quickly before standing and tossing them down onto the floor. Finally with a calming sigh he pressed play on the speaker before jogging to his starting spot at the far end of the practice room, waiting for the song to begin. There was a silence, Then slowly the music began....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEEZFJKfG8Y <---- his dance, minus the girl...

This was his favorite dance, the one that got him into the school. It meant everything to him so he danced his heart out. Each movement filled with passion and care. It was as if this was the way people normally acted, so natural and flowing, each movement had been practiced to perfection, sometimes till his feet were blistered and sore. But the pain never mattered, only the music and the dance...

As the song came to a slow end he sighed in relief, standing and walking back to his papers, a thin line of sweat on his face and arms. He clicked off the speakers and shoved them back into his back, running a hair through his slightly sweat soaked hair. "Thanks for lending me your room..." he said out of breath. He read over the papers again then growled slightly "Great I messed up that stupid part again!" he muttered to himself hitting the paper with his other hand irritated.