Eleventh Position •~• Nina •~• Barre [In person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Ever since her little..'slip' the previous week, Nina had barely left her bedroom over the weekend, even to eat. However, after two days of keeping well out of sight, her hunger got the better of her. It had been so humiliating, it almost hadn't been real. The things she'd said..what she'd done..just how she'd acted full stop was enough to make her want to hide in a dark hole for the next 10 years. Now, the only people she could call her friends here must have thought she needed sectioning. Who wouldn't?

..She wasn't crazy, she wasn't (was she?)..it was the Author, it had to have been. Not to mention what had happened with whatever that thing was with the helmet..that was the only thing she truly wished she could take back...


Finding her way to the kitchen, Nina makes herself a mug of coffee and some toast, though despite her need to eat, the memory of how much she'd embarrassed herself only served to subdue her appetite.

Anyone who speaks to her will notice that she looks a little worse for wear; her hair's loose around her shoulders, her eyes dull and sore from lack of sleep, her entire demeanor just drained completely]

Comments

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Nina wants to smile back and mean it, but she looks almost as bad as she feels. But, regardless, she offers a ghost of smile and a small nod]

Alright...thank you

[drawntotrouble.livejournal.com]

[Nina looked much too sick for coffee. Maybe tea something else would be better for her health. Maybe soup? Or juice? Nancy frowns and began to think. Finally deciding to make tea instead. ]

Listen... umm... maybe you'd like some lemon ginger tea better.

Hannah used to make it all the time for me when I was sick. It tastes weird at first but it really helps.

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Looking into the almost-empty mug infront of her, Nina eventually looks up at the blonde]

That sounds nice..

[After a pause, Nina finds it's a little easier to talk to this girl; she didn't know her, she hadn't seen any of the events of the previous week. Or at least, none where Nina was concerned]

..I'm Nina..

[drawntotrouble.livejournal.com]

Nancy.

[ She answered, as she began making the tea. It was going to take a while to make. ]

It sounds like you caught what's been going around lately.

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

I think so, yes..probably just the Author again..

[drawntotrouble.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should consider myself lucky I am not sick...

[ She decided to change the subject. ]

By the way, are you a dancer? If I were to guess... I'd say you are a ballerina.

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Nina glances down at herself, frowning a little - she wasn't in any of her dancing gear...]

..Yes, I am. How did you guess..?