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Post by TheGuardianOfSlashes on Oct 18, 2015 4:18:23 GMT
It is said that a samurai's soul lies in his sword. Hans pulled his katana from it's sleeve slowly. He took his stance and when the music began. As every beat hit he found himself gliding, feet moving to the beat, sword falling through. Each beat taking a movement from his body. When the music slowed he took a protective movement to his dancing. He grew lost in the ever so changing of the lyrics, the beat, his sword.
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Post by lovelyphantom on Oct 18, 2015 5:47:48 GMT
Anna pushed open the studio door, almost tripping over her untied shoe laces.
When she heard music blaring over the speakers, her cheeks turned pink. She looked up and then frowned a little.
There she was, standing in her pink tutu, holding her ballet slippers. She had reserved the spot for herself for an hour, starting at noon.. But there Hans was, doing his own thing.
Even though she knew she should have left and given Hans some privacy, she couldn't help but catch herself watching him. He moved so gracefully.. Hans looked so natural doing this.
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Post by TheGuardianOfSlashes on Oct 18, 2015 5:54:16 GMT
As the song came to an end he stopped in a final battle stance his katana close to his face he smiled, "Forgive me. I didn't know when you'd be arriving," He turned to anna with a sift movement he sheathed his katana. Bowing softly, "Welcome to my studio."
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Post by lovelyphantom on Oct 18, 2015 6:11:22 GMT
Anna's cheeks turned pink and she giggled a little. She lifted the sides of her tutu and curtseyed, looking back up at Hans before standing up. "No, it's not a problem at all. I was enjoying the show!"
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Post by TheGuardianOfSlashes on Oct 18, 2015 6:13:36 GMT
"Why thank you for enjoying," Hans smiled softly.
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Post by lovelyphantom on Oct 18, 2015 6:16:55 GMT
Anna looked away and teetered on her feet. In all honesty, Anna had trouble meeting new people. She found herself worrying about what someone new would think about her... A lot. "Uh... I-i guess that you're welcome!"
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Post by TheGuardianOfSlashes on Oct 18, 2015 6:20:39 GMT
"So... You are Anna?" Hans asked.
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Post by lovelyphantom on Oct 18, 2015 6:37:32 GMT
"Yeah. I'm guessing you're... Hans? Right?"
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Post by TheGuardianOfSlashes on Oct 18, 2015 6:47:17 GMT
"Yes I am, nice to finally meet you, anna, May I ask, how long have you been the dancer?" Hans asked.
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Post by lovelyphantom on Oct 18, 2015 6:57:25 GMT
Anna closed her eyes, trying to recall the first time she danced.
"I started to take classes when I was twelve! But I would dance with my dad in his office when I was around ten. So, about six years! You look like you've been doing this for years.." Anna looked so in awe. She was always so mesmerized by dance.
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Post by TheGuardianOfSlashes on Oct 18, 2015 13:06:31 GMT
"I didn't learn til I was 20," Hans replied honestly.
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Post by lovelyphantom on Oct 18, 2015 18:16:48 GMT
"And... How old are you? You don't look a day past eighteen," Anna said with a raised eyebrow.
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Post by TheGuardianOfSlashes on Oct 19, 2015 4:21:53 GMT
"I'm 25 years old," Hans smiled at the thought.
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Post by lovelyphantom on Oct 20, 2015 3:45:03 GMT
Anna's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. "No way!"
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Post by TheGuardianOfSlashes on Oct 20, 2015 3:57:41 GMT
"Yes," Hans chuckled softly.
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