Tenth Position •~• Nina •~• Valse Noire [In person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Emerging out of Nina's room is...Nina. But, isn't. Instead of her usual dress, the young dancer is clad in the Black Swan's costume, and has  a different air about her. She seems more at ease, more sensual and seductive. As if nothing in the world could trouble her, and as if she owned that world entirely.

Looking around at her environment, she smiles a smile of the devil as she cracks her neck gently. So, it was this Manor again, was it..? It felt like only yesterday she was last here...

Her nails run down the banister with tantalising anticipation, her steps smooth, graceful and slow..]


((Ffft oh God Canon bumped Nina....please forgive any major fails but feel free to say Hi~!))

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[In Person]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Gene had just finished his work in the library and was wanting to go back to his room. His eyes on the papers, he didn't notice at first Nina coming down the stairs. One step up, his hand touches the banister. Two steps up, he closes the folder. Three steps, his eyes look up and now he's frozen. Eyes wide, he's not sure who she is but he has a feeling that he knows.]

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[She stops as well when she notices his wide eyed expression. However, instead of looking down and moving aside to let him pass, she stays stood in place. Black on red on black eyes narrow at Gene, sizing him up almost.

She remembers this one, and it shows in a renewed and equally devilish smile; the only normal- no..'generic' man in this pool of chaos..]

[In Person]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Those eyes seemed very cold to him, nearly pressing him to respond but the words couldn't come. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. She was always beautiful to him but for some reason she looked different and he couldn't put his finger on it. Was it the make-up that made him stop and stare or was it something else? Whatever it was, it gave him a chill.]

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[When all he does is gawp at her some more, Nina quickly loses interest. However, as she goes to walk past him on the stairs, she leans close to his ear, her voice an acidic whisper]

It's rude to stare...~

[In Person]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Gene's voice was still caught in his throat but that whisper causes him to quickly move in a flinch.]

I-I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you, Nina.

[In Person] And this is why Nina can't have nice things orz

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[That makes her stop again, although she doesn't turn to him when she replies]

Nobody knows Nina

[In Person] Aww, this is really sad.

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Gene's heart felt like it would break from hearing her say those words. His brow furrowed with worry. Something was definitely wrong but she was right. He didn't know her well enough to help. He still had to try and he turns around.]

She wouldn't let me. Who are you? I want to know more.

[In Person]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[How often Misora leaves her room is usually dictated by the event of the week, with everything going haywire this week, this particular case would be considered a "not that often." Unfortunately, her biological needs also dictated her will.

Naomi peers outside her room, making sure nothing abnormal is happening. It would only take a few minutes to run down and get some food. Hopefully nothing out of the blue will happen to her in that short time. She leaves and locks the door then hurries briskly down the stairs towards the kitchen. In her way was some lady in a black ballerina costume, back turned towards her, but Naomi could find a giant chicken in the gym next week and it wouldn't surprise her. Ignoring the freak, Misora makes her way down the stairs, slightly brushing past the woman.

Only then did a familiar image flash past her peripheral vision and caused Naomi to halt. It couldn't be. She turns her head, eyes narrowing.]

Nina?

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Nina only pauses for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk]

Naomi

[Facing forward again, she continues on her way, tapping her nails over the banister as she descends the stairs, slowly, as if she has all the time in the world]

[In Person]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[Naomi's eyes narrowed. She knew there had been something wrong with her, but this time it was different. She's not even trying to cover it up.]

Are you practicing here?

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Brb enjoying this way too much]

Does it look like I'm practising?

[In Person]

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

Well, I assumed, since well, you're in that outfit and all.

[She suddenly feels uncomfortable.]

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[If Nina knew that, it'd be mission acomplished]

You should never assume things..you of all people should know that

[In Person]

[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[Pyramid Head steps through the hall. He'd been finding himself stepping into swimming pools, black holes and random beaches in the tropics. Something was catching his attention. It seemed as though a new person had arrived and yet it's essence was reminiscent of one he'd met not so long ago.

Then, there she was. He twitched, and grabbed the hand rail almost to support himself. But he straightened out, tilting his head at her.]

['']

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Normal!Nina would have run a mile, but this isn't normal Nina. This dancer, instead of running, pauses, before turning towards the metal head slowly. Tilting her own head the opposite way, she smiles wickedly]

I remember you...

[In Person]

[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't sure if he should have been flattered, or beginning to consider changing his opinion of Nina from an innocent to a sinner. Something happened he hadn't seen.. then again.. people had been changing randomly at the Author's whim perhaps this was what this was cause by.

Stepping forward boldly he took an imposing stance. Just to prove he wouldn't take whatever shit she may potentially dish out.]

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Almost mocking him, Nina also takes a step forward, pushing herself en pointe. Her stance, although smaller and less intimidating than his, still made her point; she was willing to stay and watch whatever he wanted to dish out]


((http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NajygicBa0s/TYapFSCjLwI/AAAAAAAACWs/zYE1kt6zimM/en%20pointe17_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg - this is what she's doing instead of normal 'grumpy grumpy stance' =] It wasn't very clear in writing XD;))

[In Person]

[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[He hums under the helmet. She developed a backbone? No. This couldn't have been the Nina he knew. That other, darker aspect of herself she kept hidden.

Curious to confirm this, he reaches out towards her. He lacks definition purposefully, the Nina he knew would have bolted by now anyway.]

((oooh I seee~))

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[This amuses Nina, and as if it was the most mundane thing in the world, she shuffles forward (still en pointe), takes his fingertips, and twirls herself around.

Was he really trying to scare her? It wasn't exactly working..]

[In Person]

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[Shaun's wandering with a mug of tea to the parlour, mostly with the intent to read a book and relax. He looks up the stairs and spots Nina. He blinks a few times trying to register quite what he's seeing.]

Oh, I see you got to play the Swan Queen after all.

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Aaah~! The ginger brit! Nina smiles (sadistically?) and quickens her pace down the stairs until she's stood one or two above him]

Not quite...The Black Swan is a different persona entirely..~

[In Person]

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[Shaun nods, offering a slightly awkward smile. He caught the difference in her tone and was a little.. unsettled to say the least. Perhaps she was just still in character?]

Uh, yeah I gathered, I just meant that's the name they give the role for both the White and Black swan.

Did it go well?

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Another step]

Very

[In Person]

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[Shaun takes a step back, shifting uncomfortably. Oh hey! This tea suddenly seems really interesting.]

Oh, well congratulations, I'm happy for you.

[Takes a sip, hoping that he's just imagining this all. Lord knew everything else was bloody weird this week.]

I should also mention be care what rooms you go in, bloody weird things are happening right now. Lord knows what the stupid bint's been taking now.

[In Person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[A step back? Have 2 forward~

She puts her arms behind her back in a seemingly demure manner, though she's probably a little too close for comfort - not too much, just a little]

Which rooms would you suggest avoiding..~?]

[Like she cares; she kinda just wants to traumatize you a little...you and your cup of tea, too]