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"I dance to the beat of my own drum." Erzsébet. Ballerina at The Grand Showcase Park

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@thelonelypianist

Ballet rehearsals were tough, not only for the dancer, but the pianist as well. Every mistake had to be rectified, and the music would have to restart from that point. But it was all necessary to get into performance shape.

This time, however, Erzsébet couldn’t concentrate on her dancing–not when the pianist was looking more and more pale as time went by. It didn’t feel right to continue like this.

She’d barely exhausted herself, but she stopped in the middle of a song. “I think that’s enough. Thank you, Roderich.”

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Roderich didn’t mind these sort of rehearsals. It was a good change of pace, and it helped him to make sure he knew all the aspects and parts of a new song. If he couldn’t play any part of it on command, then he didn’t know the song well enough, or at least, that’s what he thought.

Usually he could spend hours playing and practicing with individual dancers to help them master their routine, but lately, with his illness, it was becoming more and more difficult. Of course, he was loathe to ever admit it, so often said nothing, simply pushing through, taking breaks when needed if a coughing fit decided to render him useless for a few moments.

When Erzsébet though called for the rehearsal to end, he paused his playing, glancing at her with a look of slight surprise. “Oh? Has it been that long already? I thought you had wished to practice a bit longer…” He paused, frowning, not realizing it might be due to his own health, even as he ignored the dizziness in his head. “Are you feeling alright?”

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...Oh dear. Just how dense was this man?

Well, if he thought she was finished then at least he wouldn’t insist on resuming.

“Yeah, I think I pushed myself..a bit too hard this time.” She ran a hand across her brow, which was admittedly slick, but she was still telling a white lie and could probably go on for a few more hours if it were only her being considered.

“More importantly though, how about you?” She frowned, “You’ve been really pushing yourself and you’re really dedicated. I’m sure everyone appreciates it, for I sure do; but you haven’t been doing well since I got here and since then you haven’t exactly...gotten better.” She moved closer and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “Are you..sleeping well?”

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@thelonelypianist

Ballet rehearsals were tough, not only for the dancer, but the pianist as well. Every mistake had to be rectified, and the music would have to restart from that point. But it was all necessary to get into performance shape.

This time, however, Erzsébet couldn’t concentrate on her dancing--not when the pianist was looking more and more pale as time went by. It didn’t feel right to continue like this.

She’d barely exhausted herself, but she stopped in the middle of a song. “I think that’s enough. Thank you, Roderich.”

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lili-takes-flight‌:

“Sure! I almost forgot I needed to change before coming with. Um, will you have a mask on? I want to make sure I can find you, just in case it gets crowded beforehand.”

“Yeah, but it’s just one of those that will be held up by a stick, so I’m sure you’ll recognize me.” A grin, “And if not, I’ll look for the cutest bunny around and I’ll find you in no time.”

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thelonelypianist‌:

“Hm, I might, but we’ll see. If someone asks, then I suppose I will. It has been a while since I performed myself, I’ve been writing so much music instead.” 

“Which do you prefer?” She queried, head tilting up in curiosity.

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yourcoolescape‌:

Noticing her discomfort, he made a mental note to stop discussing ghosts. He took her hand with a smile, giving her a quick little bow as they made it to the dance floor and then a laugh. “I’m told that’s the right thing to do, but maybe not. I really haven’t danced much. I suppose I should have taken lessons before now, as a performer.”

“Eh, it’s not like we’re trying to impress anyone.” She laughed, “Don’t worry about messing up; just have fun!” Besides, she much preferred the versatility of moving freestyle rather than attempting to stick to formal conventions.

Just to get them in the mood with the upbeat song, she took Mykola’s hands and spun around as if they were a merry go round.

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lili-takes-flight‌:

“Yes! I am going to be a bunny! I left my costume in the changing room behind my stage costume!” She seemed much brighter than usual at the prospect of celebrating the holiday.

“Aww, that’s so adorable! Can’t wait to see it!” She beamed. “I’ll meet you out here, then?”

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thelonelypianist‌:

“Well, Halloween wouldn’t be complete without some treats, so thank you.” He chuckled softly. “And thank you, I’m glad I decided to as well. I wasn’t certain how my health would be, but I’ve a surprising amount of energy today, so I’m glad. I don’t typically dress up like this, but I suppose it can be fun from time to time.”

“It really is.” Seeing Roderich come out of his shell was nice. “Are you going to play anything tonight..?”

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csar-das said: “I remember long ago another starry night like this.”

@breathingstarliight :

The Star peered to her right, huddling the shawl closer around her shoulders against the night’s chill. It was a pleasant surprise to see another fawning over the night sky, basking in his everlasting beauty and glittering life.

Violet eyes, soft, watery and longingly returned to the sky, watching each star blink in and out of place against the black ink. She took a deep breath, swallowing thickly, as her heart ached just a little.

“Do you ever miss home?” she asked, tones chiming like a soft lullaby. Her gaze never retreated from the stars, remaining still, as though they were searching for something. Someone.

“Hardly a moment passes when I don’t.” She answered softly. “I mean, it’s fun and challenging to be here with everyone, but leaving feels like I’ve lost something permanently.”

Erzsébet looked at Josephine, whose heart seemed to ache for something more profoundly lost. “I could see the stars a lot better from the countryside..the smoke here obscures their beauty.” She lamented, shaking her head sadly.

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zyklisch‌:

Honestly? If it had been a real egg, he didn’t think he would’ve been all too surprised. 

“Really brings something to the whole grim reapery vibe I had going, huh?”

“It..gives a nice contrast.” She said with a smile.

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thelonelypianist‌:

“I”m sure they will, thank you.” Especially at this party, where he was trying his best to conceal his illness. He needed at least one day to be well.

Glad to drop the subject though, Roderich nodded as he carefully unwrapped one of the lozenges. “I am, thank you. I usually am not the sort to attend such festivities, but I decided to join in the fun this time around.” He adjusted his collar, making sure his cap was sitting straight on his shoulders. “It’s a bit more than what I’d usually wear, but not so out of my element that I feel uncomfortable.” He popped the lozenge into his mouth, letting it just sit to the side, as to not obscure his ability to speak. “And you? I hope you are enjoying yourself as well.”

“Yeah! I’m trying to represent the ‘treat’ aspect of Halloween, rather than the scary part.” She smiled, “But I think the horror-themed costumes make it thrilling, too. I think you did well with yours, and I’m glad you decided to join in.”

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yourcoolescape‌:

Mykola tried to empathize with Erzebet, but he honestly wasn’t too afraid. He spent his day-to-day life with the ‘freaks’ in the circus, after all. Ghosts were probably not too dissimilar from that. Plus, he’d come back from the brink of death before. He was more afraid of dying than of the dead.

“Hm, I suppose maybe you have something to fear if they’re angry with you, but… overall, I’m more comfortable believing that there’s an afterlife than not. If ghosts exist then I find it more comforting than… I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Not really a time for a theological discussion. I’d rather head to the dancefloor. Not that I’m very practiced in dancing, but… it should be more fun than a Ouija board with pranksters, right?”

“Fair enough.” She grinned uncomfortably, but was grateful Mykola decided to change the subject. “Oh, I can definitely join in that, at least!” Her smile turned genuine as she offered a hand to the taller man.

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lili-takes-flight‌:

“Oh! That sounds like fun! I hope I don’t miss it… if I have to climb down from the trapeze before I can hand out candy as they’re leaving then I’ll probably miss a lot of them. I wonder if Arthur will let me skip the finale so I can be ready…” she thought aloud.

“Oh! Sure! Let’s go!” She bounded along, looking quite like a bunny already 0 even if she wasn’t quite in costume yet.

Erzsébet’s joyful smile grew at the sight. “Are you planning to dress up for the masque?”

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florecitx‌:

        “Oooh don’t mind if I do.” Antonio reached down to grab a cookie, though he hoped he would be offered another one soon, these looked really well done. “Gracias! At least this is one good thing that comes out of this holiday. So far it’s just been people trying to scare me.”

She laughed, “You can take the whole thing, it’s fine.” Before he could protest, she dropped the entire bag onto his hand.

“Glad to be a consolation.” She replied with a smile. “Ah, I couldn’t help but admire everyone’s costumes as well! Lorenzo’s looks great, doesn’t he?”

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zyklisch‌:

“I can afford to take a risk.” He hummed. “What’s a trick get me?”

Without looking away, she took out an egg from her basket and stood en pointe so she could reach the top of his head and smash it down. Instead of gooey proteins, however, confetti burst out of the shell.

“A splash of color.” She giggled, “I think it suits you.”

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csar-das said: “Whether or not I believe in ghosts, I’m not going to risk it with a Ouija board.”

@yourcoolescape :

“I think it’s usually just the other person playing a trick on you, regardless of how many times they say that they’re not moving it and it’s moving on its own.” He rolled his eyes with a fond smile. “It might be nice to communicate with a ghost, though. They probably have interesting stories.”

“I suppose you’re right, but..” Erzsébet shuddered, “You just never know, right...?”

She thought about it for a moment. “That’s one way to look about it.” She nodded decisively and pushed the wooden board and its accompanying paraphernalia away. “Following your reasoning, nothing would happen if we tried, given that nobody moves it. Still, the numerous stories of vengeful spirits makes one want to be wary about it regardless. I mean, I’m not convinced one way or another of the existence of ghosts but it’s nice to stay safe.”