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imessage ↝  kitkat !

chet: it's 1am but level with me here for a second

chet: you = adorable

chet: quick maths

kit: in which i'm assuming lam means lame???? right???

kit: but wow uhm

kit: you do know who you're texting, right? this isn't like that time you got the wrong number?

kit: this is kit. willis. just in case you were wondering

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masongraham‌:

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Mason awoke suddenly to the sound of his phone going off, and jerked his head up from where it rested on his desk. He blinked rapidly, attempting to clear the sleep from his eyes before lifting a hand to rub it away. He fumbled to pick up his phone, wanting to shut off the alarm as quickly as possible. Only when he picked it up, he realized it wasn’t an alarm at all. Kit’s contact picture lit up his screen, showing an incoming call from the dancer. Mason quickly answered the call, lifting the phone to his ear. “Kit?” His voice was still thick with sleep, and unfortunately he knew Kit would pick up on it. “What’s going on?”

kit knew that mason was a workaholic to anyone’s stretch of imagination. so he tended to ring him to make sure he was hydrated or sleeping. that’s why a pang of guilt set low in his stomach when he heard the sleep in the other’s voice. but no, he knew there’d be a catch there. he stood outside, adjusting his legwarmers and taking in a slow breath. the air was much needed. “nothin’, i-  you’re asleep on your desk, aren’t you? or somewhere totally ridiculous or inconvenient.” he hummed, switching hands to hold his phone. “c’mon, pick yourself up and get to bed or a couch. you can’t just be sleepin’ anywhere, silly. what were you even doing to just fall asleep like that?”

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(TARJEI SANDVIK MOE, CISMALE, HE/HIM) i hear CHRISTOPHER 'KIT' WILLIS has a link to ALL OF THE BANDS. the 22 year old is a CHOREOGRAPHY CONSULTANT, apparently. he’s so PRAGMATIC and GENTLE, but can also be kind of NEUROTIC and CRITICAL. i’m kinda interested in hearing more about them.

it’s carly, back on my bullshit with another oc for y’all. below the cut is gonna be my intro for kit, apologises in advance for how terrible it is.

(tw; homophobia mention, abuse mention, addiction.)

info!!!:

- kit is a southern bby og from oklahoma! he was born there and lived there until he was fifteen. his full name his christopher charles willis jnr whereas his father (of course) is christopher charles willis snr the first.

- his relationship with his dad was never particularly strong. as soon as he started to take an interest in dance? that was it, his dad had had enough. we’re talking bully ellio style parental loathing here but without the redemption arc just yet. it only meant he took it out on kit’s mom and sometimes kit but luckily he got out of there when he was fifteen. things were complicated but things were also better then he wasn’t antagonising the situations.

- so anyway! a lil ballet boy with big dreams, moving out at age fifteen on scholarships to live in ballet academies, eventually ending up in la. what could go wrong? ha. a lot apparently. 

- he had an amazing few years between academies and companies until he was nineteen. nearly twenty. he defied gender stereotypes by consistently performing and teaching pointe. it was one of his biggest goals, to dance en pointe in a romantic role and not the comedic sidekick as a male. he fought for it, he danced at every opportunity, he worked himself to breaking point.

- he was hitting his stride, nineteen, twenty and at pretty much peak age for working his way through companies and building a name and a career. paving his way in the world of dance. that was until a rogue feather from one of the tutus ended up directly underneath the prima’s pointe shoe. light as a feather, stiff as a board, right? at least that’s how it felt as she slipped and took kit down with her. 

- after the accident he ended up having to have surgery on one of his knees and the ankle on the other foot. he was out for months and they told him he would probably never dance in pointe shoes again. it was debatable if he’d even do ballet again

- and here’s where the shame spiral begins

- he spent his twentieth birthday with his phone off, completely out of it on prescription meds and refusing to come out of his apartment. he refused for a while to believe he had an addiction until he realised he could barely string a sentence together some days and still craved more.

- after some meetings and a lot of hard work on his road to recovery, kit is constantly on and off the wagon. however, he has never been as bad as he was. he’s still lowkey (or highkey lmao) in denial and refuses to admit the fact that he was an addict or that he had an issue

- but woah, carly, that’s a lot of angst at once i hear you say. here comes the nicer part of the story so y’all can unbuckle your belts. he’s now settled in la and working as a choreographer consultant! this is where he goes to any and all of the bands to help them with choreography, staging or stage presence. classes on posture or stamina on stage. gym and dance workouts if the person who hires him asks for it. he bartends the rest of the time.

- he teaches some stuff and attends lowkey ballet classes but he just hopes no one recognises him from the accident or the stint in the professional ballet company he was in. he still hasn’t gone back to pointe. he finds contemporary, commercial and hip hop a lot more helpful for his current career.

tldr; actual sunshine human who doesnt swear comes from shitty background, fails as a ballerina and now lives as a recovering addict (which he’d deny) in la. 

connection ideas!!!:

- he’s probably worked with all the bands at some point so maybe a connection based around the work he did with them

- someone who recognises him from the accident report/footage? someone who followed or is aware of his ballet career in the company?

- someone who saw him in the aa meetings or maybe when he was in the hospital/doctor’s office or rehab for his legs

- someone who knew him in oklahoma (childhood friends etc)

- frequenters of the bar! he’s probably served them. so what kind of relationship do they have? do they hate his sunny disposition? do they like him? maybe they’ve confided in him? 

- goes to the same gym/dance classes

- neighbours (someones gonna get sick of his classical music blasting and him knocking stuff over because he’s stretching where he shouldn’t be) 

- roommates

- unrequited feels bc im a sucker for Angst

- his bad influence. someone needs to make this boy colour outside of the lines at some point

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