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CORRINE THORNE | TWENTY-SIXCHOREOGRAPHER, DANCER

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russelltorrance‌:

Her apology didn’t mean too much to Russell. He rarely put any stock into ‘I’m sorry’s or anything similar in sound. Ruby was always apologizing. It didn’t mean anything to him. She’d just go right back to whatever she was doing, just like her mother. Both were dead to him, now. Calling him sir, though? That was something he could bank on, something that showed respect, something he wouldn’t mind dragging out of her mouth from time to time. “It’ll help when she gets her head above the steering wheel,” he offered with a crooked smile, eyes glancing over at little Killer. Four more years and she could be pliable to Prometheus. The look didn’t last long, returning to the woman in time to hear her invite. “Your husband won’t mind you picking a stranger off the street to join you for dinner?”

Corrine could go on all day with apologies and the like, it was what she was used to. Apologizing to her ex for being late, not having dinner on the table, whatever he could come up with to be pissed off about - and she had to protect her children on top of that. He could be a bastard of a drunk and she had to learn to handle it while keeping Clara and Fritz safe. A smile spread across her lips, though, because she didn’t have to deal with that anymore and there was nothing stopping her from inviting someone over for dinner. “Oh, no sir, I don’t have a husband,” She shook her head. “Just me and the kids. We just moved from New York, actually, so the house is still a bit of a mess, boxes and whatnot. But I can make a good dinner, I promise you that.” She said with a grin.

[richcrdstrands]

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gilded-castle‌:

Jerome clucked his tongue. “Oh, yes, it’s nothing,” he said, trying to reassure what appeared to be a very frazzled mother. Jerome didn’t recognize the children in any way; aside from them having distinct faces, they might as well be anyone’s children. But, within minutes, Jerome did come to recognize the mother as someone. Corrine, a choreographer recently hired by Prometheus to take on a few smaller projects, or so Jerome remembered from a bit of idle chat with someone else.

“I’m not one to fault children like that,” he said, adding a laugh. Then, he extended a hand. “I don’t know if we’ve had the chance to meet yet. I’m Jerome.”

Corrine was always embarrassed when her children did anything less than perfect. Ever since she started dancing when she was young she’d been taught all about perfection and expected nothing less. She just... Tried to remain calm and collected when things like this happened, never wanting to make a fool of herself by scolding her children too severely in front of other people, or make them think that she was a terrible mother. 

She let out a sigh of relief when he didn’t seem to be angry, thankful for the fact that she wasn’t going to have to grovel and ask for forgiveness - she hated that shit, but people in New York had bitched her out so badly that she’d begged for them to shut the fuck up. “It’s nice to meet you, Jerome,” She said with a smile, taking his hand and shaking it. “I’m Corrine - Corrine Thorne. We just moved here - oh! This is Clara, and that’s Fritz,” She motioned toward each of her children respectively. “They’ve been wired since the babysitter dropped them off - totally wild for some reason.”

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russelltorrance‌:

Russell should have been used to getting hit by now. All physical contact that could possibly be known by humankind had at one point graced Russell Torrance’s body, and that now included being hit by a stroller at the hands of a five-year-old.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered heatedly at the ache. “Where do you think you’re going?” he questioned, but the trigger of anger couldn’t be pulled. He watched as her mother smacked her hands, and Russell’s hand smoothed over his leg where he got knocked. She wasn’t bad looking. Easy on the eyes. The kids? Well, they could be shipped off easily enough until they could be useful. “Yeah, just fine. It’ll take a lot more to knock me out,” he answered before his eyes shifted back to… what was the name? Clara? Killer? “How old is she? She’s… what? Five going on sixteen?”

Corrine’s face paled as she listened to the man speak, only hoping that he wouldn’t get angry and lash out at them. She was trying her hardest to keep the kids under control, she really was, it was just difficult when she was doing it all on her own now. Her ex hadn’t helped much with the kids, but having a little help here and there was better than nothing. “I’m sorry,” She repeated with an embarrassed smile. “Yes, sir, she’s five but she definitely thinks she’s grown - I worry about her driving later in life if it’s anything like the way she operates a stroller.” Reaching up, she pushed some hair back from her face and gave it a little ruffle, trying not to look so disheveled and tired. “We were just heading home to make some dinner...” She trailed off, weighing what she was about to ask for a moment before continuing. “I’d love for you to join us, if you don’t already have plans - to make up for this, y’know, and a homemade dinner is always nice.”

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angxlwings‌:

things were starting to get better between him and audrey. they’d had a talk–a real, serious, adult talk where angel didn’t defect or laugh away his feelings. it had been difficult to get through, but there was no denying that things felt lighter between them. she’d made it clear she had no desire to get back together, but she did want him in her life; in their daughters’ lives. it had been a hard blow, though it was something angel had always known. they just weren’t good for each other like that. not to mention the fact he was seeing cora. or… that he was married to claire. he couldn’t exactly get on his knees and beg audrey to change her mind.

he’d figured now was a good time to jump back into the game, stopping by prometheus and picking up a few scripts that had been sent his way. angel was vaguely aware of the commotion behind him, a mom attempting to keep her kids in check. there was a small smile on his lips, though it was replaced by an expression of surprise when he felt something knock into him from behind. he faltered slightly, nearly spilling the coffee he held in one hand. angel turned around, a sheepish looking little girl hiding behind a stroller than held another child inside. he could only laugh, knowing his own daughters had caused the same chaos at some point or another. “yeah–yeah i’m fine. it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” he assured the mother, peeking around the stroller to smile at her young daughter. “i know you wanna be a good big sister and help your mom, but maybe be a little more careful with your brother, yeah?” angel said, no sternness in his voice.

Corrine was thankful that the man wasn’t angry. When they’d been living in New York and she was dancing professionally, the children always ended up getting dropped off to her at the worst times - usually when she was overly exhausted or they were way too wired - and it never ended well. People got angry, they yelled at her or her children, told her she needed to control her kids, that she was a less than adequate mother. Her boyfriend had been no help, never helping with their children and never defending her. Looking back on it, their relationship was a fucking joke. She could recognize that now.

“Are you sure? I know getting hit in the ankles can be awful - like stepping on a Lego.” She said with a little laugh, shrugging her shoulders halfheartedly. Clara’s cheeks had gone red after the little incident and she nodded her head as she listened to the man speak, giving him a small smile. “Yeah.” She said softly. Corrine patted the top of her head, ruffling her hair a bit, before leaning over to check on Fritz, making sure he wasn’t too rattled after being thrown a bit when the stroller hit the man. “They’ve been a bit wild since we moved, honestly. They don’t know what to think of being in a new place,” It was just as hectic as New York, but a different kind of hectic, and now Corrine was doing a different job and the kids didn’t really understand it. “They’re used to being out and about in NYC.”

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Corrine was exhausted. She’d just finished teaching her last ballet class for the day and her babysitter had dropped the kids off to her, so it seemed that she couldn’t even catch a moment to herself to wind down from the day. Instead, she was stuck with two rambunctious children who wanted to go out for ice cream and see a movie, when she just wanted to go home and rest for a while. Despite the yelling and screaming coming from the kids wanting her to hurry up, she’d managed to change into her street clothes and shove her things in her duffel bag, slinging it over her shoulder.

As she left the studio, Clara insisting that she be allowed to push Fritz in his stroller, Corrine watched closely as her two children walked ahead of her on the sidewalk, never wanting to stray too far behind in case Clara accidentally let go of the stroller. When the little girl turned a corner, she followed close enough behind to see her ram the stroller directly into someone’s legs. “Clara!” She closed the few paces that were between them, swatting the five year old’s hands away from the stroller and taking the handles in her own hands. “I’m so sorry about that,” She lifted her gaze and looked up at the person, an embarrassed smile on her lips. “Are you alright?”

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