send my l o v e to the {DANCE FLOOR} [for Nate]

[Vivelle Grey]

This had to be the stupidest idea Vivelle had had in a century. Well, maybe it didn't quite trump the Dakota incident but it was still pretty darn stupid.

Waltzing into a town filled with werewolves who hate your guts? .. Yeah. Stupid.

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Still, at least Vivelle had her ring, and that lovely bit of silver managed to make her appear and smell human so, hopefully, none of the werewolves would be any the wiser. That was the plan anyway. As long as the ring stayed on, she stayed concealed. And as long as she stayed concealed, then no one around had to be any the wiser. The ring had never failed her before. Then again, she had generally used the ring in other ways, rather than this limited fashion. Still, that should have no effect on its general effectiveness, right? The ring hadn't failed her yet and it wouldn't fail her now. Of that she had no doubt. Or.. at least.. she didn't doubt it too much. It would be stupid to doubt its capabilities, given all the times it had saved her life previously. She wasn't that stupid. Or was she? Not the smartest person in the world, thats for sure, given past.. endeavors.[/color] Ah yes, past endeavors. As if she needed to be reminded of just what she'd done to possibly incur the wrath of ever werewolf within a ten mile radius just when she was about to walk into their nest.

.. Well, with one exception, anyway.

That one particular werewolf who hadn't tried to bite her head off the moment he caught a whiff of her, who was instead all friendliness and smiles. Not to mention flirtatious. And that was what Vivelle simply did not understand. If he was a werewolf he should have seen his packmates memories that involved her by now and should have recognized her immediately. And yet he didn't know her name, nor when she gave her name did he change his demeanor in any perceivable fashion. Could he have just not seen the memories? Or perhaps he saw the memories but forgot them? (How anyone could forget those sorts of things was beyond her.) It could very well be that he was just trying to lure her into a situation where he could get his cronies in the pack to attack her and put an end to her on their turf, in which case coming her was the stupidest course of action to take. And yet... for some little, inexplicable reason, Vivelle felt compelled to go, even if it was stupid and potentially suicidal. (But he did say he wasn't in a pack.. but who would believe that?) But she just couldn't help but think that the wolf was just too stupidly honest to try and pull something so cunning as the trap she suspected him of enacting. There had been nothing angry or vengeful about his demeanor, and.. she just trusted him, even if he was a dirty stinking wolf. And a charming and oddly persistent dirty stinking wolf at that.

But even with all of that taken into consideration, truth be told Vivy didn't understand just what the fuck she was doing here. Coming here would only encourage the mongrel which was not part of her game plan. Especially seeing how he struck her as a skirt chaser to begin with. She didn't quite relish the idea of becoming some dogs temporary play thing, and she didn't want him to believe even for one second that she was agreeing to or considering any such thing. And yet she still kept on putting one foot in front of the other, nervously twisting her ring all the while as she walked down the road. Gravel crunched dully beneath her feet as the school got closer and closer in an oddly ominous way, until finally she found herself stepping onto the campus. No turning back now then. She was committed. Holding her head high, Vivelle kept on walking through the halls, tensed for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. The clicking of her heels on the concrete seemed too loud in a place that was otherwise as silent as a grave.

Until she heard the music anyway.

It didn't take her long to determine the musics source and she promptly made a beeline for it. The was apparently wafting out from behind a plain black door with a little silver plaque reading Dance Studio. And from behind that door there was the scent of the person she'd been trying to seek out on this dead campus. Without further ado Vivelle stepped forward and, without even bothering to knock, opened the door and stepped inside.

So, this is what its like to be in the belly of the beast?[/color]
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[nathaniel takashi yoshida]

“All right, half circle everyone!”

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The pristine-polished wooden floors gave no sound of protest as at least a dozen pairs of feet walked or jogged their way on over, a joker or two comically pretending to ice-skate their way to their instructor on their socks, before plopping down onto the ground to pay attention. The look they received (although amused at their antics; it was nice to have kids with healthy attitudes about being up on a Saturday morning, rather than grumble and grouch about it) was all they needed to scurry on over to put their shoes on and then come back. “Now, I’m pretty sure you expected, a young teacher equals an easygoing time here,”[/color] he said, raising an eyebrow to see if anyone would object this usually pre-determined expectation, “Which is true, especially for my weekend class.” [/color]He met the eyes of every single person in his beginner class before continuing. “But that doesn’t mean any of you can slack off.”[/color] The eldest teen there (though technically adult) rolled his eyes at his students, backing away a few feet before turning to press on a button on the portable stereo he brought every Saturday, letting the CD’s recording reverberate all throughout the studio before turning and giving an encouraging grin to his younger audience. These were all newcomers today, mostly a class of freshmen and sophomore-aged students, and like all young kids, you had to show them what they wanted; Nate Yoshida, however, was going to show them more. As it was, he hadn’t even noticed a woman slip into the room.

“Black dress, with the tights underneath, I’ve got the last breath of a cigarette on my teeth…”

That sort of grace others see with professional swimmers in a pool, or athletes during a game, the precision and glory of years of hard work built up matched pretty well to Nate’s performance. A basic top rock to begin with, allowing the tempo to the music speed before dropping cleanly to the ground. If it hurt to land on his wrist without using padded gloves like most use, he didn’t show any sign of pain; he simply supported himself up as his legs spun in the air, a series of kicks before a steady back flip. He had laughed quietly to himself when he spared a glance at the kids, all awed and starry-gazed. Truth be told he wasn’t doing anything too impressive, just a few tricks that really caught anyone’s eye if they didn’t know too much about breaking to begin with. But it would be enough to demand their attention, and it had captured it quite successfully. There was a round of enthusiastic claps and calls when he had finished the short routine, crossing his arms and flashing them a bright grin. “So you wanna learn how to dance like that, am I right?” Nathaniel asked to no one in particular, though the choruses of ‘Yeah!’s’ and other noises of agreement seemed to answer his rhetorical question anyway. He smirked very lightly, then replaced the CD in the radio, twirling the break mix on his finger before chuckling as the sound of a slow, classic song of the late 50’s filled the studio. The collective groan from the young teens throughout the room was echoing, reverberating throughout as he shook his head at the predictable reaction.

“Ladies and gents, this is what we call the foxtrot.”[/color]

Of course, he hadn’t gotten around to explaining before several looks of mutiny and protest arose on the faces of quite a few kids. His explanation was rather simple, but he had to roll his eyes at him and silence them with a demand for quiet before they would settle down; and they did, so it was in his favor he held authority over them at least. “Now if all you want to do is learn a few tricks to show off and pretend you’re some great dancer, go on and leave now,”[/color] he told them lightly, but seriously; no one had moved to exit, however, and he carried on,“But to learn means to grow, and you start at the basics for that.”[/color] He glanced around the room and nodded silently at one of the girls, extending his hand out to her. She took it, and together she stood a little awkwardly, averting his eyes and blushing a light pink every now and then. If Nate noticed, though, he didn’t say anything, instead just placing one hand on her lower back and gently grasping her free hand in a simple ballroom hold. With quiet words and guided instructions to the rest, he called on others during the song to demonstrate with their own partners. After everyone had gotten up and chosen their respective partners, he gracefully bowed out to the volunteer girl (much to her stuttering) and scanned the room, landing on someone he hadn’t noticed before.

It hadn’t taken him too long to walk over to her, crossing his arms next to her as dark brown eyes surveyed the students. Nate was pleased she had come, but he wasn’t about to let the kids’ first lesson go unsupervised. “Well, well. Miss Vivelle seems to keep her word,”[/color] he said, grinning cheekily but still not sparing a second glance to her.[/blockquote][/size]

[Vivelle Grey]

In truth, Vivelle hadn't been too sure about what she was to expect from this "Nate" person. Sure, she'd done her homework, checked out his background and determined that he was a dance teacher or something, but it wasn't like she'd looked into it in depth. It was more like a glance at a record here, a quick browse there, not too much work. After all, why bother giving the effort to research a person she wasn't exactly going to stick around for very long? There was no reason, none at all, to give him any more attention than she would any random person she was curious about. But now that she was standing in the room, she began to wonder whether it would have been a better idea to do her homework. So far she knew Nate hadn't noticed her (He's teaching, why would he? Besides, its not like I smell. Or whatever.

[/color]) because he hadn't exactly turned around, although a few pupils shot her curious looks. Not that she deemed their curiosity worthy of any sort of response in order to banish it. She would let them come to whatever conclusions they may, no matter how distasteful or improbable they probably were. She wondered for one horrifying moment if they thought that she was possibly his girlfriend, but she quickly shoved that out of her mind. Why on earth should they think that? Impossible. There was nothing about her demeanor or dress that could possibly suggest that. She was wearing a very tasteful black knee-length dress, thank you very much, definitely not the sort of outfit a girl would wear to a date.

.. Right?

Those worries seemed to melt away as she the music started. At first she was a little perplexed as she watched him, wondering what on earth he could be doing dancing to such a vulgar sounding song. And then he started to dance, and those thoughts seemed inconsequential. Despite the.. well, modern way he was dancing it was very clear just how much training and effort went into it. It wasn't some little thing he did on a whim, it was art. The initial expression of what could be called wonder was quickly wiped off her face. Vivelle Grey was not impressed by anyone, certainly not a dirty dog. The puppy could do a few tricks, nothing special. But even as she thought that, one little voice in her head commented on the fact that even with her extraordinary balance and physical prowess she might have the tiniest bit of trouble with doing something like he was. Nigh impossible might be the better term for it, seeing as Vivelle had never been much of a dancer. The only dances she knew were the bawdy old dances of the peasantry from dances long past. And those were long forgotten things. She had been a different person then, a different person entirely. Quickly shoving the thoughts of those days out of her head, Vivelle returned her attention to watching the class, attempting to figure out the odd puppy who was (For some daft reason.[/color]) panting after her. Perhaps he was just shallow, or bored. Probably the latter and the former. The cheers of the students jerked her out of her musings, although those exclamations quickly turned to groans when the new music came on.

Unable to help herself, Vivelle let the tiniest of smiles grace her expression as he explained the dance to the kids. She found it amusing how styles of dancing went out of style so quickly. What had been rebellious before was now old, outdated, and stupid. The cycle had been rather interesting to observe over the past few centuries. The irony of it all never failed to make her smile, although at the moment that was not the entire reason for why she was smiling. This puppy was a good motivator, and a good teacher. He'd gotten the kids hooked onto his every word with his initial display, and was using that image of what you could do if you knew what you were doing in order to motivate them. It worked though, obviously, seeing as none of them walked out when they were given the opportunity too. What happened next though nearly made her want her to either snort or laugh. For some reason the puppy seemed to be popular with the girls, seeing as the one he'd chosen to help him show the class what to do was very nearly dissolving into a puddle of jibbering, blubbering goo. Her face was probably hot enough to fry an egg on, come to think of it. The girl's heart was certainly hammering loud enough to fit in amongst a marching band, that was for sure. Well... he isn't bad looking. I'm sure that given whats offered around here, he must seem to be attractive to them. But that attractive? Really?[/color][/i]

The secretive little smile (more of a smirk, really) remained on Vivelle's face as she watched the girl stutter and stammer once Nate left her. The smile was quickly replaced with an expression of cool indifference, though, the moment Nate started to head her way. She straightened slightly, her gaze going somewhere else as she feigned disinterest. Its not feigned if its real. I don't care about this puppy. Nonsense. Not even remotely.[/color] Jerking her chin slightly into the air when he spoke, her gaze glittered while she observed his students. "I always do,"[/color] she said cooly. "Even when I'd rather not."[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[nathaniel takashi yoshida]

i'm closer to where i started

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[/b][/color] he raised an eyebrow at her, then winked, “I don’t mind though – I like sharing.” If he were to guess, he wouldn’t like any amount of attention given to her (especially from La Push students, apparently, human or not), but even moreso if they were under the impression a courtship was occurring. Which it wasn’t, in Vivelle’s mind, anyway, but it wasn’t like she had an exact good grip on reality. Or maybe to others it seemed he was the one out of touch – after all, how many times had she expressed a rather point-blank rejection time and time again? Although, further reassessing his statement, his mouth pulled into an uncharacteristic frown for a moment. "Well, maybe I would,"[/color] Nate amended thoughtfully, pursing his lips and glancing back towards his students,"I still want to know who this 'Zac' is."[/color] It seemed the werewolf still hadn't forgotten the IM conversation where she had mistakenly made the call to the other unknown suitor before he went and IMed her anyway, much to her annoyance. He wasn't jealous, though; whoever he was, it meant nothing, he was sure of it. It didn't seem to him as if anyone had gotten past her cold exterior in quite awhile, and whoever the guy was, couldn't have been that special. It was stupid. And absurd.

And he wasn't jealous.

It just, well - well no, he told himself, he was not about to go and overanalyze her every move and word like some prepubescent boy with his first crush. What was he going to do next, pull on her hair and then turn around to pretend he hadn't done it? Then again, technically, that was how he was going about things: annoying her until she was on her wit's end, probably wondering why he was even bothering. Nate usually didn't bother thinking too deeply about it, all he had figured by this point was that he wanted to, and well, that was good enough for the boy to put on his trademark smile and hope for the best. He had to, especially since Vivelle definitely wasn't going to do it for him anytime soon. "Well, maybe I don't,"[/color] he admitted, brown eyes flickering past pupil after pupil, every once in awhile making voices of praise and constructive criticism; Nate was obvious in straying far from pure criticism entirely, firm with the belief with every mistake comes a lesson from it. After all, he liked to think all of his bruises, cuts, scrapes, and furthermore injury weren't just for nothing while growing up. Every stumble, every strain of a pulled muscle had meant something, built up to the dancer he was today... and he still had much more to go before he would ever be satisfied, if such were even possible. A very small smile tugged at his lips, a bit of a quieter and softer display than his usual wide grin, as he turned to face her again. "Exes - or currents, whatever - aren't important,"[/color] Nate stated lightly, the brief and simple statement possibly phrasing a much more complicated matter,"The future is, and Vivy? You're my future."[/color] He ended his statement with a cryptic and almost childishly defiant look, and then excused himself as he circled the room to survey his students' progress.

Nate played the part of a simple-minded ego with eyes on women and dancing only - and true, that was where his attention lie most, but he was much more thoughtful about it than anyone could have ever considered. He had wondered outloud, and yes, he had a hard time keeping words from falling from his mouth, but he timed it well at least, choosing to look over the younger kids while allowing her to silently fester over his mysterious comment. It did good, he figured, to let her contemplate him for a bit, prove that maybe he wasn't just looking to bed her after charming and/or crude methods of getting there. For the moment, Nate would keep his attention focused on the students, calling out to them individually or stopping to demonstrate himself with a partner to visually aid them. "Step to the right when Brandon goes left, Dawn,"[/color] he murmured, surveying the room at a whole as they slowly seemed to be adjusting and growing more confidence as the song wore on. The dance used the traditional ballroom hold, though Nate didn't seem to care which gender did the leading, considering in the olden days the male was always required to do so; modern twists on tradition, he guessed, though Nate was always known not to care who danced with who in the classroom, girl with girl, girl with boy, boy with boy - it didn't matter as long as they got the routine down right. Maybe that had something to do with his popularity as a teacher, being only too willing to break down social barriers and accept diversity in all forms. Or maybe it was the fact he was just worth the sexual appeal, he thought smugly.

It would have been rude to have Vivy wait too long, however (plus, who knows just what kind of thoughts she could have come up with by now), so Nate had returned back to her side within moments of deciding, offering her a pleasant smile. Perhaps she would think he was joking, though he was far from it: the song had just ended and began playing a new one, just as classy and respectable, and the students hadn't even noticed, still lost in their own focus. Still, though, he couldn't hide his smirk as he bent low in a bow (trying simultaneously not to laugh, given his casual attire) and straightened back up, extending his hand toward her. A silent raised brow asked his question, although if he was going to do this, Nate was going to go all out in old fashion. "Might I have this dance, miss?"[/color] he asked, tilting his head in his questioning.[/blockquote][/size]

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APPAREL banner + jeans? yessir.
MUSIC hanging by a moment - lifehouse
WITH vivy, and some youngin's of La Push High.
SETTING la push high's dance studioo !
NOTES sorry for the wait? ILY WISHWISH

[Vivelle Grey]

The reproachful stares directed her way were noted, not that they had any affect whatsoever on her mental state. She was used to being hated, to being shunned. Made no difference to her whatsoever how many dirty looks got shot her way. In a way they actually rather amused her. All she'd done to arouse the dislike of these girls was walk in and be approached by their dance instructor. As if they'd even have a chance without me here.

[/color] She thought, a bit of smugness trailing along with it, which (oddly enough) went unnoticed when Nate met her gaze and winked. "Steal the limelight? From you?"[/color] One dark eyebrow arched in response to his own eyebrow raise. Although she didn't wink in return, she wasn't exactly a "winking" kind of gal. "Regardless of whether you care or not, it isn't my fault your puppies like to stare. And you enjoy sharing, do you? Too bad your women don't agree."[/color] For some reason holding eye contact was proving to be more difficult than she thought, so she broke it and gazed out at the students instead. For some reason it had been making her.. flustered. Which in turn caused her to be rather disgruntled, seeing as Vivelle Grey did not get flustered. If anything, she was the one who made other people feel uncomfortable and squirm in their seats beneath her gaze, be it honey gold or crimson. For pities sake, she was Vivelle fucking Grey! Distracted temporarily from her inner fuming (not to mention confusion) by Nate's voice, Vivelle looked back at him, blinking once when she saw the expression on his face. It was not something she was accustomed to seeing, not on his face anyway. It looked.. petulant, almost. After all, he was pouting and all. But... why on earth would he be doing that? He was just.. "Zac? He's just a friend."[/color] It was a knee jerk response, quick and honest, which in of itself surprised the frost vampress. For a moment, just a moment, part of her had cared about what Nate thought about her and Zac. For some reason that tiny part of her felt she needed to clarify something, to explain.

What a foolhardy thing. Vivelle Grey explained her personal life to no one.

So why on earth had she done it? Not on a whim, surely not, that was utterly out of character. Since when had she explained herself on a whim? Normally she snapped someones neck on a whim, ruined their life on a whim, went out for a stroll with her feathers on a whim, not explain herself to some stinking puppy just because he pulled a face that for some reason made her nervous. Get a hold of yourself.[/color] she told herself firmly, sharply even. Maintain control of the situation.[/color] But even as she tried to make sure she remained calm, aloof, and kept him on her puppet string, it felt like grasping at straws. But she wasn't slipping, no sir. She was still cold as ice, distant as the stars... right? Still, even she couldn't help but feel a small bit of surprise (which flickered for a moment in her eyes before it was glazed over with haughty indifference) when he said he didn't want to know about Zac. Blinking once she watched his face, her gaze rather intense, as if she could somehow will his thoughts to become visible to her eyes. Not that it would work. So she tore her eyes from his face and turned it to his pupils instead, noting the way he spoke to the students. So he was one of those "positive encouragement" types eh? Well, teaching methods certainly changed over the years. Vivelle remembered all too well the days when whacking the kids with rods and yanking on ears were the norm for teachers. Clearly, times had changed. Although.. there is something unique about.. him. Once more Vivy's golden gaze shifted back to Nate, and it was once again intense and oddly searching. As if her scrutiny would do anything. She blinked once when he turned to face her, her arms quickly going up to hug herself, reacting in an oddly defensive manner. After all, she'd been caught red handed staring. Actually staring. How humiliating. "They aren't."[/color] She repeated, slight confusion flickering on her face once more, her eyebrows even knitting ever so slightly. Although his next statement absolutely floored her. His... Eyes widening without restraint this time, she barely had time to open her mouth to respond before he disappeared to go nurture his students or some such nonsense.

Vivelle Grey was not the sort of woman who got surprised. She was not the sort of woman who stood there and watched men walk away, nor was she the sort of woman that stood there with her mouth still slightly open, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion, acting rather like she'd be clocked over the head with a mallet. And yet for some reason, she was acting like that woman. Mouth slightly open, words dead on her tongue and all. It took her a second or two to register this and her mouth snapped shut, tightening the little protective circle she'd made around her chest with her arms as she took the tiniest step back. No man, no man, (and there had been plenty) had ever looked her dead in the eye and said that before she'd even consented to date him. Which she would never do, in the first place. And yet this puppy, this stupid, stinking puppy whose scent was enough to make her retch and yet at the same time was damnably alluring, had done so. The puppy whose mannerisms, clothing, his bloody hair for Pete's sake, screamed player. The one whose flirtatious behavior shouted "he who wants nothing but a one night stand" to the heavens! Get a hold of yourself Vivelle. He's just using this as another tactic. Just another little.. little.. little trick! Yes. Yes that's it. Just another trick to make you try and take him seriously and agree to an assignation. But you can't. You mustn't. Ever.[/color] But even while repeating this little mantra in her brain, there was still a part that.. no. No. Not ever. How could she even think that? Nonsense. He wasn't serious. He had never been serious and never would be serious. All nonsense. Stupid puppy thinks he could win me over with some stupid line? Hah. I know what this is. It's just a trick. Just.. just a..[/color]

Unable to finish the sentence that she'd started, Vivelle shifted slightly in her place when Nate came back. Her expression immediately became one of haughty defiance, and her posture straightened, her chin even jutting in the air ever so slightly. A slight narrowing of the eyes was all she provided him in response to the smile he flashed at her. Arrogant prick. Thinks he can trick me with a few smiles. Hah. I know better. I know exactly what.. is.. And that's when the music started. Vivelle stared at Nate as he bowed, yes bowed, to her before offering his hand. This was.. unexpected, to say the least. .. Why is he asking? He knows I'll say no. Unless.. this is a way to win somehow. To beat me, to make me seem like a coward or.. or make me look like I can't dance. Well. I'll show him who the coward is. No one makes a fool of me.[/color][/i] After this internal monologue and with eyes a blaze with righteous defiance, Vivelle Grey took his hand. "You may, sir."[/color] But that wasn't all she did. She also moved closer, resting her free hand on his shoulder as she moved close enough to him so that they were about a hands breadth apart. "Try to keep up, puppy."
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