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Day: One
Who: Zoey and Open to All
When: Late evening
Where: The trapeze practice tent
Any Warnings: None at the moment, except maybe snark and sarcasm. :)
Zoey slipped silently into the trapeze practice tent. She wasn’t keen on sleeping just yet (who knew what her dreams would bring, and she had tent-mates now), and since this was apparently what she was going to be doing... she might as well put in some practice.
The tent was empty when she arrived, for which she was immensely appreciative. It was easier to practice without an audience. Especially since she was taking this time to familiarize herself with the equipment she’d be using for the foreseeable future. She laughed quietly at her unintended pun, kicking off her boots and standing there in tank top, shorts and black sleeveless unitard gazing up at the ropes.
“Well, I’m not getting anywhere just standing here,” Zoey muttered to herself, making her way to the centre of the tent. She studied the ropes and silks thoughtfully a moment as she set up her iPod on its speakers. Thank god she’d had that with her when she’d come through the gates. Thank god for battery power, too.
Picking out a song at random, she started it playing and went back to the corde lisse. Taking a deep breath she began to climb. She used a basic climb until she’d reached the height she wanted. Pausing (using simple foot lock to hold herself in place), she took a moment enjoy the view. It had been far too long since she’d done this properly.
And then she began. She stuck with simple stuff to begin with, trying to find the musicality of motion that she used to have and finding that remembering the corde lisse was a little bit like remembering how to breathe.
After they had reacquainted themselves Zoey began trying more difficult moves, coiling and wrapping the rope as she moved into catchers. She hung there for a moment, trying to make sure she was ready to try something as advanced as the drop that she had in mind. Slowly she began going through the motions, going over them in her mind as she did so. Change the leg that’s on the rope. Move the rope over my free leg. Change legs again. Wrap the rope around my free leg. Wrap the rope in front of my body and around the back. Extend arms and hold the tail of the rope away from my body and over my head. It sounded like a laundry list of the steps in her head, but she hadn’t exactly done a drop like this in a long time.
She paused there, gazing at the ground below her for a long moment. “Hope I don’t die,” she muttered. And then she released her top leg, starting the drop towards the floor.
Who: Zoey and Open to All
When: Late evening
Where: The trapeze practice tent
Any Warnings: None at the moment, except maybe snark and sarcasm. :)
Zoey slipped silently into the trapeze practice tent. She wasn’t keen on sleeping just yet (who knew what her dreams would bring, and she had tent-mates now), and since this was apparently what she was going to be doing... she might as well put in some practice.
The tent was empty when she arrived, for which she was immensely appreciative. It was easier to practice without an audience. Especially since she was taking this time to familiarize herself with the equipment she’d be using for the foreseeable future. She laughed quietly at her unintended pun, kicking off her boots and standing there in tank top, shorts and black sleeveless unitard gazing up at the ropes.
“Well, I’m not getting anywhere just standing here,” Zoey muttered to herself, making her way to the centre of the tent. She studied the ropes and silks thoughtfully a moment as she set up her iPod on its speakers. Thank god she’d had that with her when she’d come through the gates. Thank god for battery power, too.
Picking out a song at random, she started it playing and went back to the corde lisse. Taking a deep breath she began to climb. She used a basic climb until she’d reached the height she wanted. Pausing (using simple foot lock to hold herself in place), she took a moment enjoy the view. It had been far too long since she’d done this properly.
And then she began. She stuck with simple stuff to begin with, trying to find the musicality of motion that she used to have and finding that remembering the corde lisse was a little bit like remembering how to breathe.
After they had reacquainted themselves Zoey began trying more difficult moves, coiling and wrapping the rope as she moved into catchers. She hung there for a moment, trying to make sure she was ready to try something as advanced as the drop that she had in mind. Slowly she began going through the motions, going over them in her mind as she did so. Change the leg that’s on the rope. Move the rope over my free leg. Change legs again. Wrap the rope around my free leg. Wrap the rope in front of my body and around the back. Extend arms and hold the tail of the rope away from my body and over my head. It sounded like a laundry list of the steps in her head, but she hadn’t exactly done a drop like this in a long time.
She paused there, gazing at the ground below her for a long moment. “Hope I don’t die,” she muttered. And then she released her top leg, starting the drop towards the floor.