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. hi! i’m back after an emergency hiatus, and ready to get some more threads going. afaik I only have one active thread on claude from before my hiatus, so, like this or hop in my inbox if you want to get something going! otherwise I’ll be perusing the starter tag to see what’s up.
julietsheaven:
“Yeah that sounds reasonable.” Juliet said. “It’s in two weeks.” She replied. The brunette was nervous about the competition, she’d seen some of the other dancers before at other competitions and they were good. Like on a whole other level than she was. Juliet had never been so nervous to dance on stage, she just needed to keep practicing. “It’s at the Filmore Auditorium, the doors open at 7. It’d be cool if you came but if you don’t have time I understand.”
“I’d like to, if I can. Is that, uh, am or pm? I’ll make a note for it.” Placing his fork down, he pulled out his phone instead, navigating to the calendar app. It had been a while since he’d seen any actual dancing on stage that wasn’t school related, and showing support for his new friend seemed like the right thing to do anyway. After all, he was curious about her dancing. “Is there like, a dress code for the place? I mean do I have to wear a bowtie?”
eliiizas:
“you should meet him sometime,” eliza shrugged nonchalantly. “i’m sure he’d adore you.” she pulled at a few strands of hair that began to fall around her face, nimble fingers trying to find some kind of way to occupy her hands. she’d always been a bit fidgety. “i didn’t know you were in school,” eliza admitted, suddenly intrigued. she picked her head up and cupped it between her palms. “what’re you studying? tell me all about it. i often miss my university days, to tell you the truth.”
“i already adore him, so that sounds great!” claude’s ultimate weakness was animals, of any type. bonus points for cats and dogs, even more so if they were still young. he was already prepared to shove all that love onto eliza’s dog. “oh, yeah, i go to sru! majoring in performance arts as a generalist. it’s fun, but being a generalist is challenging. that and i feel like high school didn’t really prepare me for what university would actually be like? it’s so different. it’s fun most days though, but sometimes you get the feeling that certain professors don’t really want to be there, you know?”
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stcrrylights:
“well, you’re still young…” laurel began, her hand casually tossed forward to gesture to claude, “if you have a lot of things you’re passionate about already, then you have a whole lot of time to appreciate each one until you figure out whether you’re happy enough to settle on just a single interest. or perhaps, to keep them all.” a smile contorted her lips as he stated that her commitment was admirable, although she in turn admired him. to love so many things already and want to dabble in them all held great enthusiasm and dedication, in the redhead’s eyes. “a career doesn’t need to be planned out at this moment, you know? if you’re still in school, run with it. keep learning new things. hopefully something will shine brighter than the rest, but what you’re doing and dealing with right now is anything but aimless.”
“that’s a nice way of looking at it.” it was hard to think of himself as being young, having time when the rest of the world seemed to be going a million miles an hour. there had been people in his class in high school who had their whole lives planned, careers laid out. “university isn’t free though! i’m lucky to have gotten a scholarship, but what if it turns out i chose wrong? i mean i’ll still have some debt from this time around, but if i have to go back, or change majors?” he stopped himself there, a somewhat forced smile on his lips. “sorry, that’s a bit much to lay on you when we don’t really know each other. but i do hope i can find a way to merge all my interests into one, amazing, superjob once i’ve got my diploma! that would be the dream.”
eliiizas:
“right,” eliza nodded along, knowing damn well she was deeply, deeply unhappy and had no goddamn clue when she might be anywhere close. “a great dane,” she’d answered promptly, a small smile glistening onto her features when thinking about her four-legged fur baby. “he’s a rescue : a beautiful brindled boy with the floppiest ears.” she slid her index finger across the screen of her phone to unlock it, sifting through her camera roll as she attempted to find a recent photo of ques that’d do him justice. “what about you?” she then asked curiously. “any pets?”
claude’s heart practically melted at the words floppiest ears. everything else was forgotten as he listened to her explain about her dog, already in love with the animal before even having laid eyes on him. “he sounds wonderful.” his words were soft, almost longing, as he found himself caught in a daydream imagining the pup. a daydream he was soon ripped out of by her question. “me? no! i’ve always wanted a pet, but my mom is allergic. and i’m not sure i have the free time right now to take care of one. you know, what with school and such.” that, and he was likely to forget to feed and walk it. he was barely taking care of himself as it was, it would be cruel to do that to a pet.
eliiizas:
“that’s a fair point,” eliza replied softly, fingertips drumming lightly against the tabletop in claude’s kitchen space. “i mean —- i’ve got a job,” she refuted, thinking about the paperback and how genuinely happy it made her. “i have a pet, too,” she shrugged, mind wandering to her great dane — quesadilla — and his long legs and bed hogging. “yeah, well,” she sighed, cupping her face in her hands, “i’m not all that good at people.” she shook her head, trying in some way to dismiss the conversation altogether. “but i’m sure i’ll figure it out at some point.”
“well, maybe you don’t need it the way i do. i mean as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters, yeah?” he wasn’t sure if he’d pushed the subject too much, he did have a habit of getting too enthusiastic sometimes. it wasn’t easy being oblivious, not all the time at least. “what kind of pet do you have?” wanting to change the subject, but also being curious due to his love of animals, his question held genuine interest. perhaps also some thinly veiled excitement.
stcrrylights:
“it’s bittersweet”. laurel replied simply, no truer words could be spoken. she fell head first into dancing when she was younger - and althoguh there were many different dancing styles that she had learnt, it wasn’t nearly the same as moving forward and choosing another hobby to partake in. not that she ever minded; she enjoyed how her life had revolved around what is now her reason to live. “i mean, you get to stay with something which you can constantly develop on. it’s like a flower - you can watch it grow from its roots, notice its changes and how it can change you… however…” she stopped. the other side of this story always sat in the back of her mind - it taunted her, causing unwanted anxiety that maybe she should experience other things in this wide world. laurel sighed, “life is short. if you enjoy different things, then you need to run with that. i’m very very comfortable where i am, but if you get the opportunity, claude, to try different things… even combine them into something amazing, then i’d go for it”.
he had to wonder what it was like to live a life like hers. to know what you wanted to do for the foreseeable future, to have a plan to follow. was her whole life bittersweet, or just the fact that she didn’t have other hobbies to divide her time between? he sometimes found it hard to find time for all his hobbies and interests, balancing with school, and taking care of an apartment, cooking, washing his clothes... all were things that took up time, took up energy. if he’d stuck to dance, maybe life would have been simpler. “it sounds nice. you know, to have a passion, something that you know you want to do. i think that’s admirable.” was this how you talked to someone you’d just met? claude had to question whether he was being too friendly, too forward. “you know, it feels a bit aimless sometimes, having multiple interests but no earthly idea what to do with them? i haven’t really found a career that speaks to me yet... maybe there’s one out there that will let me combine my, uh, skills.” he didn’t want to say talents. it wasn’t talent, the things he could do, dance and acting, it was something he’d worked hard for. acting perhaps came a bit more naturally, for uh, reasons.
minjioh:
“gosh, claude, do i have to hold our hand on the way to school now? do i have to charge for babysitting again? is this gonna be a problem?” minji continued to tease, her back turned to him as she left the room and waited for him to lock his place up. “speaking of gordon ramsay, though,” she started, leading the pair down the hall until they reached the staircase because her fear of the elevator was still too real, “do you ever wanna fight the guy?” minji felt as if she was actually the only person having a problem with this guy, having to get an opinion from anyone and everyone about him. a random quirk that came up at random times. “like, he’s so mean. i’m mean, i know, but like… an idiot sandwich? that’s not fair.” she declared with her brows knitted together, feet still leading the way down the few steps they had left. “i mean, it was… kind of funny. but come on.” she knew she could go on about the subject, eventually just sighing the thoughts about it away because the last thing she wanted to do was give claude a reason to make fun of her and her hate for gordon ramsay. “but anyway, what’re you in the mood for, claudy? burgers, sushi, an idiot sandwich? i can go for whatever.”
"fight gordon ramsey? i’m pretty sure that wouldn’t end great for me. like, have you seen me? i’m a twig!” was he slim? yes. could he take someone in a fight? probably, given that he actually put some effort in. “i feel like it’s not completely fair to judge him only on the mean stuff though, there’s plenty of times where he helps people out or apologizes and cheers them up, too. have you seen the show he did with kids? it’s like he’s a whole other person. but he can be pretty mean.” claude wasn’t about to debate minji on whether or not gordon ramsey was a force that needed to be stopped, or rather fought. she did have a point, after all. she usually did. “oh i figured you would pick a place? seeing as it was your idea, and all. i mean burgers are always great but if you’d rather have sushi or pasta or something that’s fine too. i can eat anything.”
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julietsheaven:
“I’m about caught up on everything. Now I need to prep for a solo dance competition.” Juliet replied. She took a few more bites of her sandwich, polishing it off and taking a sip from her water bottle. “You still need help with a schedule?” She asked. “I sent an email to your advisor and haven’t heard back.”
“No I think it’s okay, I mean we’re working on it. Maybe he just forgot to reply to you, or he’s waiting until we’ve got it sorted? I don’t know.” Starting to pick at his salad, he tried to shift the conversation to focus more on her. “So, when is your competition?” He remembered shows from when he was younger, standing on stage in front of what seemed like a million people. Of course, that was an exaggeration from the eyes of a child. But he couldn’t imagine having to do it alone.
relentlessjohnny:
Johnny chuckled at the grin on the other’s face. “School is and isn’t for some people that’s for sure. What are you studying?” He asked. “How do you forget to eat? fuck I love food especially from other countries.”
“Performing Arts! Like, all of them at once.” He beamed, happy to talk about his studies. “It’s so hard to pick, so I figured, why not just go generalist?” Pausing to think, he titled his head to one side. “You know, that’s probably one reason I forget to eat. I’m super bad at picking stuff, so if the choice is between burgers and hot dogs, like, I end up not eating either one cause I can’t choose! The rest of the time though it’s just because I’m too distracted to listen to my body. I know, it’s a bad habit. And I’m rambling. Sorry.”
julietsheaven:
“Yup the one and only.” She giggled. “Claude you’re welcome a seat anytime.” She set her pencil down in her notebook before turning her full attention towards him. “What’s up? How have you been?”
“Oh, pretty good, you know?” He said as he sat down, setting the cup aside and fishing a tub of quinoa salad out of his bag. “Working on figuring out the whole, classes and homework juggling with free time and all that. How about you?”
eliiizas:
“a roommate?” eliza asked, her interest suddenly piqued. “do you like him? is he nice?” as lonely as eliza could become, she’d never dare to live with someone — not someone she wasn’t romantically involved with, anyway — and surrender all the solitude. “i’m hoping seattle ridge becomes that home. but, then again, i don’t really think home’s determined by how many years you’ve been somewhere, or where you were born. it seems deeper than that, you know? and i don’t know if i can find that.”
“i mean yeah, don’t think i’d have stuck around if he wasn’t, you know, alright.” although would he really have a choice? it was kind of expensive living alone, and it helped with motivation for daily chores to have someone else relying on him. “you know, maybe you don’t need a place to be your home, maybe you need like... a job, or a pet, or something. i’ve found sometimes a person can feel more like home than some building or room or city.” he could think of a few people that made seattle ridge feel like home, more so than it would have without them. it was probably those people that made it hard to think about leaving, rather than the city itself.
