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[noel.]

{{ Replies are going to be slow from me ( if any ) for the next 1-2 days due to make up work and upcoming tests and all- so I won't be able to roleplay too much. Sorry, but I had missed school for a few days last week and there were mny tests and stuff that I still need to make time for.}}

[Jericho]

(S'ok, don't worry my life busy to, I only get on because I work on a computer.)

[Jericho]

(bumping for when you can post...)

[noel.]

{{ Sorry. I'll be able to get a post in tonight probably ( I just need about 30 minutes or so for a quick shower.) Just finished mid-terms for math today. Yay for that, time to take a break from focusing on that and roeplay. }}

[Jericho]

(No problem! Glad your finished, so happy I don't have exams anymore....)

[noel.]

{{ I'm almost done, I'll post it tomorrow when I'm back from school, but I have some after school clubs & plans that may take up some of my evening. Shouldn't be too much trouble though.}}

[Jericho]

(Great, see you later!)

[noel.]

Luka watched carefully as the other danced. Now, one might have thought of this as some sort of stalkerish stare, though it was common to keep a close eye on other dancers. After all, this was a competitive school, and with a competition coming up- one that he was actually considering entering this year- he was determined to learn what he could from the movements of others. This trance like state of his was broken and in the end he was able to draw the conclusion that this guy had definite talent. He rested his chin on his hand while sitting on the free area of the bench. "Eh... You made a mistake? I wouldn't have been able to notice from it, you were good." He assured the near stranger in all honesty. Over on the side of the room where his bag was he then heard a faint vibrating. Knowing very well it was his best friend, Christelle ( who attended the school as well ), he hurried over to it and saw it was a phone call. He gave the boy who had just finished dancing a quick hand gesture to tell him to stay for a minute and then picked up.

" So hey, I won't be able to come in today to practice that dance with you- but you're already fine and you watched the MV for the song millions of times before so it's all good, right?" That was the instant reply to his picking up of the phone. He hadn't even gotten a chance to say 'hello' or anything of the sort. It was quite obvious to him Christelle was busy at the moment, seeing as how for once she was getting to the point of something.

"Y-yeah. But do I really have to? Can't the dancer just magically fix her leg or something?" He whined. Their school was sending a group of girl dancers over to represent their school over to an all-girls middle school in a week or so and one of the dancers had been injured. The dance they had chosen happened to be under the category of K-pop, which Luka constantly kept up with as he liked to be in touch with his culture and such. Therefore Christelle, already in the group, asked him to fill in as he already knew most of the dance by heart. Even so, it was a girls dance.

Usually Luka wasn't one to care about this, but he was already considered 'girlish' enough, and while he truly enjoyed dancing to that and many people didn't judge, he knew there were people who did. He could even name a few family members who'd go raising eyebrows if they knew he went learning dances by girl groups in his spare time. Heck, there were even a few of the tougher guys who did strictly 'manly hip-hop' type stuff who could be labeled as bullies. Though when he was on stage performing, all those worries were blown away and he danced those dances with all the spunk and confidence in the world.

"I'll buy you those shoes you've been wanting." His friend bribed.

"Fine, deal." Luka said quickly without hesitation after hearing the mention of owning his curent most wanted item(s) without needing to pay with his own money. He hung up shortly after that and turned back to the one he was currently sharing the room with.

"Would you mind just watching me dance for a minute. I just want to make sure I can perform this good for an audience."

{{ Lol, it is going to have to be a girl dance mainly because I couldn't find any others- many of his dances will be because he can just pull stuff off like that. }}

[Jericho]

(That's fine, most of Jax's dances will be with an 'imaginary' person, just because most hip hop dances are doubles.)

Jax leaned back against the wall and read over his papers as he waited for the guy to be done with his phone call. His eyes scanned oer the messy, scribbled on diagrams and drawings. Each one made by him... He pulled a pen from his bag and wrote some quick notes down, making it even more messy and hard to read. But it sort of made sense, each paper had a section of movements, and each movement had a disorganized section of notes and scribbles where he had edited the movement or commented on it. He drew a large circle around the part he had messed up and wrote "Practice more" inside the circle. Finally with a sigh he shoved the papers into his bag and crossed his arms on his chest, listening to the guys conversation, not rudely, just curiously. He heard the guy say something about "Fixing her leg" and "Do I have too?" but the rest of the conversation as quiet and distant. He tilted his head when he heard the guy agree to something and hang up.

"Go ahead, I've got time! And besides, I kind of owe it too you." Jax exclaimed with a small smile when the guy asked him if her would watch him dance. Not only did he owe it to him, but he figured it might give him some ideas and ways to help his routine. After all the first dance routine run through was in a few days, and he only had those few days to perfect his dance. He needed to perfect his dance... because he got in only because one of the teachers got him in, one mistake. He'd be gone. And this was the last chance he had. He couldn't mess up.

He grabbed a towel from his bag as he waited to watch the guys dance, wrapping it around his shoulders to make sure he didn't catch a chill. These practice rooms were usually cold, due to the fact that the school kept them well air conditioned, and a hot body doesn't mix well with the cold... "Names Jax by the way." he said to the guy realizing he hadn't introduced himself yet.

[noel.]

Luka, who was now crouched down, shuffling through his bag, looked over at Jax when he introduced himself. "I'm Łukasz, but call me Luka- 'kay?" He told the other, smiling once he grabbed hold of what he was looking for. He removed his white IPod touch and a pair of travel speakers from the bag and quickly set them up. He spent a few seconds scrolling through a seemingly endless list of song titles before finding the one he was looking for. "Geez... and to think we're dancing this for middle school students." He commented quietly, rolling his eyes before hitting play.

He slid over to the center of the room, facing the wall of mirrors with a few seconds to spare before the song began. He took that time to look back at Jax and say, "Just... don't laugh if you think it’s weird." And with that he was down, laying on the ground in the starting position for the song. The music could be heard the moment after and he began his dance ( though his moves are a bit more...say... defined I suppose? And he added a few special touches to it.) It might not have exactly been the same way it was in the original MV for the song, but the group had agreed to possibly tone it down a bit since they were performing for an audience of younger years. When he first began practicing for the song he was a bit hesitant, though quickly became accustomed to the moves, making the way he danced at the very moment look as if he was right at home despite the small pang of oddness there was seeing how he was a teenage guy performing those moves. Then again, when it came down to that, it didn't exactly matter now, did it? His moves flowed in a way that seemed almost perfect and natural. It was obvious he had put work into this dance, and a lot at that. Well, it was pretty catchy and nice to dance to so who could blame him?

When he finished his face had a slight blush as proof of the effort he put into his dancing, he pulled up his baggy ( and when I say baggy I mean baggy- he's a lover of comfort ) black and white striped tee-shirt to wipe the slight dampness on his forehead. "How was it?" He questioned, eyes wandering back over to Jax.