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Post by lena2 on Jan 21, 2013 3:11:14 GMT -5
 The sickly sweet smell of sweat was readying itself to emit from Mallory's body as she walked into the ballet studio for the first practice if the week. She was tired from the sleepless night before and wasn't ready to start her routine. Her workout bag slumped off of her shoulder and onto the ground next to her feet. The other girls and boys were having conversations and becoming a group and mallory didn't know what to do. She wasn't good with crowds of people. She always ended up a stuttering mess or in a stupid situation. So she pretty much stayed away from groups of people like this. She kneeled down next to her bag and started to rifle around in in until she found her water bottle. She was thirsty and she knew that the instructor wouldn't give her any breaks to drink during rehearsal. So she drank to her contentment and placed her bottle directly in front of her. She crossed her legs and just sat there. Hoping no one would notice her and the instructor would be there soon.
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Post by ISABELLA MARIANA DIAS on Jan 21, 2013 4:39:06 GMT -5
 Isabella had been in the studio long enough to have already started her stretches. The ground had provided her ample circumstances to begin limbering herself up and sitting there with her feet pressed together and the outside of either knee touching the wooden floor making her legs display a diamond shape in the center Isabella clasped her hands over the toes of her ballet slippers and leaned forward as far as she could. Others had started to filter into the studio soon after she had begun but Isabella paid them no mind and wasted no time in her warm-ups. Just because everyone else had the notion to socialize didn’t mean that she had the same intentions. Moving over to the mounted bar Isabella inhaled deeply placing one hand on the polished railing. Though her peripheral vision was catching her reflection on the mirrored wall she ignored it finding her poise and rising up onto her toes dipped into a plié. Noticing another body coming in she turned her head to look hoping that it would be their instructor but was disappointed to see it wasn’t. Scanning over Mallory she didn’t break stride continuing with the fluid movements. ”You should probably be more productive with yourself.” Rivals they were but Isabella could hardly stand by and let her slack off. If you were going to be in competition then you should have always been working to improve yourself. Sitting there twiddling her thumbs was not considered acceptable by Isabella and, in her own way, she had let Mallory know it.
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