Competition Or Love?
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Thread Topic: Competition Or Love?
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Now, you don't have to be an expert at sports. I'm pretty sure I have 2/3 of this information wrong. However, that's okay. You can still come join. Also, if I did get anything wrong, just ignore and go along with it.))
((Please excuse any grammar errors. I don't have time to reread this.))
Gymnastics. Ballet. Cheer. Three amazing ways to become a great dancer. A performance art form consisting of purposefully selected sequences of human movement. This movement has aesthetic and symbolic value, and is acknowledged as dance by performers and observers within a particular culture.
C1 has trained to be the best for his whole life. His mother was a professional Ballet Dancer and His father coached Cheer. C1 is very determined. He only cares about winning and earning medals. His attitude is very selfish and Egotistical. Which, cuts him away from having relationships with people. At the age Five, He was already practicing.
C2 is a very sweet and shy person. He's considered awkward and childish. He likes making jokes and playing around. This is why he's very good at being a dancer, because he recovers from loss very easily. He enjoys messing around during practice and being chill. He procrastinates everything and he's considered annoying to the other determined dancers. However, he's very good at Ballet and Dancing.
After many years of practice, both the boys go to Nationals to compete with each other. C1 is very stressed. He planned his whole routine perfectly. He spent every single minute on it. C2 doesn't work very hard on his routine. He threw stuff together and pretended to remember everything. The Competition begins and C1 goes first. His routine is strong and very elegant, Peaceful even. C2's routine is very upbeat and loud. The problem is C2 wins and it fills C1 will extreme rage. He absolutely hates C2 now. This means, C1 will get be ranked lower and won't attend Nationals next year. C2 gets ranked higher and goes to grand Nationals.
However, College comes and stresses C2. So, he quits everything and works hard as a student. Two years later, he decides to rejoin dance and practice up until he's at regionals again. The problem is, C2 gets placed on C1's team and C1 still holds that rage. Will the boys never work together and hate each other? Will they start liking each other and develop feelings? Will the team succeed or fail?
Rules~~
-Please be realistic. I would like for the boys to actually seem human and tired from all the work.
-I would like to be C1
-Post detailed paragraphs, not two sentences.
-Grammar doesn't have to be perfect. It may have flaws. However, punctuation and Capitalization will be needed.
(I made notes to help you) Use This Character Sheet~~
Name-(Give Him A Name)
Age-(Age range would be around 15-22)
Race-(Self explanatory)
Eye Color-(Select An Eye Color)
Hair color-(Select An Hair Color)
Hairstyle-(Select a hairstyle)
Skin Color-(Tan? Olive? Or what?
Figure-(Is He tall? Short? Skinny? Curvy? Thin? What? You decide.)
Voice-(High? Low? Lustful? Swedish? What?)
Picture-(You don't have to have a picture. This is optional)
Casual Clothing-(What he wears on a normal day)
Practice Uniform-(What he wear to practice in)
Skill-(Is he better at Cheer, Gymnastics, or what form of dance?)
Personality-(What his attitude is)
Advantages-(When he dances, what is his advantages?)
Disadvantages-(What are his disadvantages?)
Likes-(What does he like?)
Dislikes-(Or dislike?)
Extra/Other-(Anything you want to add.)
Clean Sheet~
Name-
Age-
Race-
Eye Color-
Hair color-
Hairstyle-
Skin Color-
Figure-
Voice-
Picture-
Casual Clothing-
Practice Uniform-
Skill-
Personality-
Advantages-
Disadvantages-
Likes-
Dislikes-
Extra/Other- -
May I?
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^^ Yes, Of Course. ^-^
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(Is it okay to make a plot of my own inspired by this plot?)
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Okay~
Should I start on my character? -
Hmm. You may, if you want. However, don't make it exactly like this. It won't catch a person's eye, if the exact same plot is being used. ;3 ))
Yes. I will start mine too.)) -
Name- Jameson (Jamie) Mcbeth
Age-21
Race- Irish and American
Eye Color- grey
Hair color- his natural colour is a dark brown almost black colour but he has it dyed blue, purple and a purple-ish pink colour
Hairstyle- to a bit above his shoulders, it's wavy and messy
Skin Color- lightly tanned but more on the pale side
Figure- he is thin and curvy, he looks quite feminine he enjoys it much more then he probably should.
Voice- he has a slight accent mostly just on the ends of words and more pronounced in others, most of the time his voice holds this playful, mischievous tone to it or its lustful in a more over sexualized way. His accent is very, very, very pronounced when his upset or angry.
Picture-
Eyes:
Hair and style:
Casual Clothing- Jamie usually wears clothes he's very comfortable in, jeans, tank and a jacket of some sorts but it's more dependant on what he is feeling. Sometimes he'll just wear sweats (or pajamas pants) with a tank top.
Practice Uniform- either loose black pants and a black T-shirt or sweatpants and a tank top.
Skill- Ballet, Jazz, Contemporary/Lyrical and Acro and slight tap but not really, despite this he is really only into Contemporary/Lyrical and Acro because it's more fun to him. You can get him to go other things its just pretty hard to get him to stay focused.
Personality- Jamie has definitely grown out of his shy stage, he is very loud and energetic, hes cracking jokes, not necessarily at the best times, just when they come in his head, he makes shots at people but isn't too bullet proof himself. He has little to no patience.... like at all and gets bored very easily, a little too easily. Jamie is very aware of his looks and his curves and loves to use it against people, you can tell in the way he walks. He can be over sexualized in his actions and voice, if he is interested in someone or just plain curious he'll pay more attention to them.
Hes majoring in psychology.
Jamie is competitive, he is very competitive, once he is outright challenged to something he will get very serious, fun and games out the window, it is very much is weak spot, also how his step mom got him to dance in the first place.
Advantages- Jamie knows a lot about the dancing styles he is comfortable with, he knows them inside out right down to the basics, he knows what looks right and isn't afraid to say that he thinks different from you (that could really go in either lol) . He moves with a more feminine grace which could probably be expected from him, he is very flexible;D. Most if not all his dances are either a) quite feminine or b) very playboy esk.
Disadvantages- Jamie is bored, he won't do things if he doesn't want to and doesn't like to practice, he has a hard time remembering routines which is why he drifts to the more winging it side but above all he is just over all difficult to get along with especially if you want him to do a more traditional piece. Hes just a pain in the ass and will try to sidetrack you with other things.
Likes- he likes to dance, even though he hasn't been in competitions lately he still enjoys dancing. He also likes skating, it calms him down a lot, he knows a few figure skating moves but nothing he finds particularity interesting. He likes to talk and not in that obnoxiously 'listen to me' way but just the response he gets out of people when he talks and jokes around with them.
Dislikes- As quite a shock, Jamie hates competitions, his step-mom convinced him into it and he somewhat feels like he has to the whole, 'Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing.' thing shoved upon him, he doesnt mind to much anymore, he stopped looking at it as competitions and more as, showing what he could do. He dislikes reading and has most of his school books on audio. He hates staying still, it makes him antst and hard to deal with . He hates feeling left out or abandoned.
Extra/Other-he wears black 'hipster glasses' but he had them before they were 'cool'.
He takes lorazepam, hes taken it for years.
That good? -
I really love your character sheet! Here. I finished mine. It possibly has a lot of grammar mistakes. I did not double check it and I'm extremely tired. Also, I'll make the first post, if you don't want to.)
Name-Jasper Finn Williams
Age-21
Race-White
Ethnicity-Sweden
Eye Color-Hazel Blue
Hair color-Dirty Blonde, with platinum blonde highlights.
Hairstyle-In Picture
Skin Color-Kinda Pale
Figure-Jasper has a figure that an Ice skater would have. He's slightly tall and slim. His upper arms and stomach is very built. His body manner is very formal during dances. However, he looks lazy and bored during other things. His legs are slim and average length. His thighs contain some curve to them, but not much.
Voice-His voice is very firm and calming. It's not too low or too high. He's Casual, when he talks about things. He doesn't have a very flawless singing voice, but it's not annoying either. Except, Anger causes his voice to crack and make him sound uncertain. That's something he hates about himself. It makes him sound unsure at times.
Picture-
Casual Clothing-
One of These Outfits. He loves wearing jackets that are too big on him and bracelets.
Practice Uniform-This male refuses to wear really really really tight pants. So, something dark and slightly not tight for his pants. A darker colored T-shirt too.
Skill-He's really good at Ballet and he tends to be really Aesthetically pleasing with it. He loves doing it. Speed helps him to do it well. Next, He loves doing Contemporary dance and Interpretive dance. Though, he's better Contemporary dance than Interpretive Dance. He enjoys showing off during his dances. His favorite is dancing with Aerial Silks. Jasper absolutely loves twisting and flipping on the silk. He likes feeling like he's falling and watching the audience perfectly. His dance moves change from Quick, To Elegant, and To sexual. He loves having the crowd yell at him and scream his name. He might be a grumpy a--hole. However, he still knows how to fake it on stage. Jasper is a completely different person on stage. He's joyful, confident, and egotistical on stage. He's learn that fans enjoy the boys. Also, you can get him to do Salsa and more funny dances. You'll probably have to beg, but he'll do it. He'll pretend like he absolutely hates it. However, don't let him fool you. He enjoys every bit of attention he gets.
Personality-Jasper is very determined and serious. He doesn't really mean to be serious, but it has always been forced in his head to be the best. He works extremely hard and exhaustion doesn't stop him. He'll work to the point that he's sick and wheezing. He doesn't have fun often, because of his parents. So, he really enjoys the small things. Jasper is absolutely always annoyed about something. His mood changes a bunch and he's normally calm. Want him to open up? You better be really really really annoying, because he won't open up for the hell of it. However, he absolutely loves learning about people and talking. He's very talkative and confident. Yes, he's a big a--hole, but you get use to it. On stage, he's completely fake. Like?? Damn?? He's cheerful and he acts like he can get every single person in the crowd to date him. You'll never know what this kid will do on Stage. When pissed, he's very petty and dumb. He brings up stupid stuff from the past in arguments. When Sad, you'll probably have to watch him closely. It's hard to tell if he's sad. He's stoic, when he's sad. You'll have to watch his mouth. He usually grits his teeth and chews on his bottom lip. Also, he's very shut off. When Happy, he's adorable and funny. Jasper has a very beautiful smile. He just never really smiles. Also, this a--hole is needy and he loves attention. Good or bad attention. It doesn't matter. He appreciates the small things and cares about things a lot. He's very overprotective of others. However, he's sassy and he loves teasing.
Advantages-He's determined. He learns routines quick and usually helps teach. He has good upper body strength, lifting people is very easy. Though, he doesn't like duets. It makes him not be able to focus more. He'll do them, but it'll take him longer to learn the routine. He doesn't get bored easily. He can stand doing the same thing for hours. His body is flexible, but it still hurts him to do some things.
Disadvantages-Anger management. Like?? Chill. He gets extremely jealous quick. He'll be mad, if you do the routine better. He'll be mad, if you learn it quicker. Most can't stand being his partner. Like, you have to be good with talking to people. Annoy the s--- out of him too, because that makes him talk for some reason. He's very blunt too.
Likes-He's such a Secret cutie pie. He loves watching bodies move and dance. Everything about it amazes him. Want him to like you? Amaze him. Make him know that you're good in surprise. He loves observing people's reaction and expressions too. His eyes are fully on you, when you dance. He enjoys dancing too. Everything about it is fun. He loves reading, eating sweets, riding horses, touching things, playing sports, and teasing. His teasing can be harsh, but everyone recovers from it quick. Oh, he likes rainy weather the best too.
Dislikes-He hates to be second place at anything. It makes him mad and frustrated. He feels like he sucks at everything. He doesn't like for people to talk about the great lost years ago for him. It makes him feel like a fool. He doesn't like much meat. It makes him feel sick. He hates getting hurt, getting embarrassed, eating meat, play instruments, being nervous, and wearing no socks.
Extra/Other--Enjoys Coffee
-Has his tongue pierced
-Carries a book everywhere
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He sound adorable x3 oml
Um yeah could you start?
can you tell I'm reading Macbeth in class lol -
Thank you. xD
yes ;3
I'll try to make the next post longer. I was rushed with this one.))
The frost covered the windows and the building was very hushed. The Winter air tried to grab the dancers. However, nothing was more cold and spine-chilling than the look on Jasper's face. Only three dancers were there, because it was still 30 minutes early. Jasper stared at the paper, hanging on the board, which usually held important announcements for them. The Paper had all the names that made the team. Nobody knew who all tried out, but A lot of people made it. "s---." He mumbled. This wasn't good for him. He would have to compete for the top dancer in the team again this year. Jasper tightened his grip on his duffle bag, ready to go to the boy's locker room. Try outs were a few days ago. Everyone tried out in private. He would have to work harder this year, which was bulls--- to him. He shouldn't have to do this. He shouldn't be here. This wasn't fair. Why wouldn't the coach let him rank up? He won Regionals last year and he has been practicing very hard. Well, there's nothing he can do about it. He'll just have to suffer through another year of practice. The boy followed through the hallway, which was by the coach's office, and entered the boy's locker room. Jasper tossed his bag on one of the benches and tried to focus. God, this was already making his day hell. He should be on a higher team already. He has the skill. He's talented enough. The coach always made him angry. The day started out good, but decided to fall down. Jasper decided washing his face in the sink may help him remain calm. However, he still had thousands of questions running through his head. He made his way towards the back of the locker room, which held a small bathroom.
The crystal blue liquid covered his hands, which sent a frosty wave through his body. He gazed at himself in the mirror, hoping to find passion in his soul. Today was starting to frustrate him. Hopefully, the dance would elate him later on and consume his full attention. The others should he arriving soon. Jasper should prepare himself. -
No worries )
Jamie felt the eyes stare into his back as he moved his hips as he made food, humming softly, "What are you doing, Jamie?" He asked chuckling
"You know, you are in my apartment, Oli." He shot back glancing over his shoulder, "and I'm making you're dumb--- lunch." He said causing him to laugh,
"True!" He said laughing, "but weren't you suppose to leave like five minuets ago?" He asked. Jamie had never told his friend that he was trying out or even that he use to dance but it didn't really influence Olis life that much so he doubted the boy would care all that much anyway.
"Yeah, here." He said turning and placing the plate on the island and sliding over to his friend, "lock up when you're done and remember to study for the test."
"Pft who needs to study! I'm a bartender practically a psychologist already!" He yelled as Jamie shut the door.
Moving out of the building into the cold air outside was harsh, he pulled his jacket tightly around him and hid his nose in the scarf, he hated the cold, well not really, just not right now. Getting onto his car he cranked up the heat and started to drive. Thinking about his piece he wasn't sure if he really liked what he performed, he did a piece to the song called Murder Song - Aurora it was slow compared to a lot of his dances, he liked the song that's why he picked it. The song was on the slower side, he just did enough in it so he wasn't bored with it. He liked it and he did a good job with it... it just wasn't as him as a lot of other things he could of done. This train of thought followed him all the way there and until he parked.
He froze... he did take his meds right? He thought he did but now he wasn't sure. He thought he remembered doing so but now he wasn't sure...
He shook it off and got out grabbing the bag out of the back of the car that he usually kept in there. He got out and walked up to the door, he stood in the path looking up at the building in front of him avoiding looking at the door in front of him. What if he didn't get in? It be odd to just leave... But what if he did? ... And couldn't keep up with everyone else? That be embarrassing too. Maybe that was worse, he wasn't sure.
Maybe he didn't, he'd have to count when he got home.
No. He did, all good.
He walked in and looked around before catching sight of a board, he walked over, looking it over, searching if his name was on it. When he found it he smiled slightly to himself, he was good now, slight panic drifting away from all areas. He would be fine. He ran a hand through his hair before 'hmmm' ing momentarily before he turned around and went towards where he assumed the change room was, realizing he was right he went in, he glanced around for a good few moments before picking a direction and dropping his bag on a bench. -
Jasper's train of thought stopped. The silence turned into sounds of bags dropping and the door opening. Boys had arrived in the locker room. He wiped his soaked hands off and tried to ignore everything around him. His soul felt barricaded from his body. Colors moved around in his head. His harsh orbs shut and his expression went stoic. He sighed and reopened his eyes. Jasper moved swiftly away to his bag, shifting to a stop, and He collected his clothing from the bag.
Jasper was confident that his routine for the try outs stunned the coach. He preformed Compass by Zella Day. His dance moves had a very elegant grace. Grace that made you think of ashes from a burning house, which poured steadily, just like crystal snowflakes. The dance had many Arabesques, Split Leaps, and a Grand Jete.
Jasper pulled his shirt off, discovering his body was very sore. His upper arms ached the most, but he ignored it. He wasn't going to complain about something like that. His body was still pale, since he never really went outside. He was always dancing and practicing inside. His parents expected the absolute best. They didn't care that his bones had so many broking pieces and his feet hurt him 24/7. Years ago, He twisted his foot. He had been doing a partner dance. He went to follow the girl's steps and lost balance. His parents hated him. They made it seem like the worst thing in the world. He was a failure in their eyes. His grand lost was the best though. He was tortured about it forever. He still is.
Jasper pulled a white shirt on and changed his dark jeans into black sweatpants. He didn't take his time, because the coach would come talk about the try outs soon. So, he made his way out to where they usually practice dancing at and stood around, waiting for everything to begin. -
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Jamie sighed slightly as he pulled off his jacker and shirt and placed ithem beside the bag and unzipped it, he pulled his scarf off and placed it on top. He tugged off his jeans and then pulled on his grey sweatpants. He thought about his dance, crippling fear, pain and sadness. That's what he was trying to show, he thought he did a decent job, well apparently he did, he wasn't quite sure what that felt like anymore so he was happy he could show it properly, something he thought he would do badly.
He pulled the tank on and sighed, it was too big on him, bigger then he liked, not my much just enough so he could tell it was Olis shirt not his. He shrugged and stuffed his stuff in his bag. He mumbled something to himself and he searched through the pockets on the sides of it till he found hair elastics and put one on his wrist snapping against the skin. He found his phone and sent a quick text telling his brother to take whatever he needed from the apartment - he had no idea what he was asking to borrow anyway- and then he turned the phone off and put it back in the bag and zipped it up.
He hmmed slightly and put his hands in the pockets of the sweatpants and walked out of the changeroom. He hoped that no one recognized his name, he didn't think he made that big a name for himself, it wasn't like anyone he normally talked to anymore even knew that he danced, granted he guessed they really wouldn't care and would just make some smart ass comment about it anyway. He wondered if he'd know anybody, probably not, he did a good job a t avoiding dance for the past few years and he doubted he would remember if he competed against them, he wasn't that a--hole... he just wouldn't remember.
He walked out into the main area and bit his lip, he ran a hand through his hair, nope. He didn't recognize anyone at first glance, but then again he wasn't going to intensely stare at everyone in the room. He tapped his toe against the ground a few times before he looked up at the ceiling and then down at the floor. He put his foot flat against the floor again and shifted his weight onto one foot. -
Why was that so cute? 😠Ahhh.))
Jasper calmly waited. The room started to crowd and he drifted his way towards the back of it. His golden curls fell irksomely in his face, causing him to look like a dork, who was struggling to keep his own messy hair together. He ruffled it and pushed the curls away.
His eyes narrowed and he scanned the people. Jasper saw his partner from last dance season, a seventeen year old female, with cherry wine colored hair. She smiled radiantly at him and he made a 'Tsk' sound. He didn't like anyone from last year. So, he'd have to find someone that looks new or capable of not being a f---ing screw up. He propped himself up against the back wall and thought. Many things ran through his head. Most of the people in the room had gawky expressions. He scowled to himself and tried to ignore everything. That's when he glared more and a male caught his eye.
Jasper's eyes widened a bit and his mouth curved to a beastly expression. No. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Jasper didn't know exactly what to do. He wanted to get a closer look at the male. However, he'd pounce, if it was his old competition. He quickly stopped watching, because he didn't want to seem like a creep, though he didn't really care. He tapped his foot, impatiently. The coach would say everyone's name. It's okay. He would find out shortly. His palms were beginning to get sweaty. s---. He was getting worked up for nothing. No way this guy was his competition. No absolute way.
The Coach walked in and slammed the door behind her. Which, made Jasper's expression change from 'I'm about to flip my s---' to calm. The coach wasn't the perfect person to be around. She was too emotional for Jasper. Yes, She was very pretty in Jasper's eyes. Her long ponytail twisted into a tight bun. Dirty blonde. A lot of mascara and red lipstick. A smart face, with high cheekbones. Very beautiful. She was way too emotional. He couldn't deal with that though. Besides, romance didn't belong to him. He wasn't a romantic person. He just played the part.
"I'm calling Attendance for everyone on the list. Listen up! Say here, when I call your name." She stated, clicking her pen. -
Oml I know right!)
Jamie looked around at people as the room accumulated people, two or three redheads, then blondes, brunette and people with black hair, no one out right catching his attention like he probably was with his hair. It was abnormal for dancers to have dyed hair or if it was dyed it was a natural colour because unnatural colours drew attention to your hair instead of the dance. So his multicolored hair stood out a lot. He remembered the first time he dyed it, he dyed it white and his father threw a fit when he saw it, went off on a rant about something. His step-mom on the other hand loved it, she thought it was a great idea, especially so he would stand out, but at this time Jamie had still been afraid of his own f---ing shadow but at the same time his step-mom grew up on a ranch in nowheres ville with five sisters and three brothers all with blonde hair and blue eyes except three, her not being one of them. Standing out was something she always wanted Jamie to do.
Lidia, his step-mom, had always been really nice, she was the kind of woman who would make her husband of ten years adopt his seven year old son so he didn't go into foster care. She was nice, great, she always made sure he was taken care of and comfortable, as she did for all her kids, she'd leave work if one of them wasn't feeling well for whatever reason. She made sure he did his best and pushed him to do things that he wouldn't want to do other wise. Although their had been a good amount of arguments over Jamie calling her mom, that never lasted long.
Jamie jumped slightly feeling this look on the side of his head, a glare or some highly disapproving look. Okay.... maybe he did know someone hear oooor.... it was the hair... yeah... we'll go with that. Totally the hair.
He heard a lady come in and recognized her as the coach and followed her with his eyes, she was nice looking, if you were into that, which he was not... she kind of looked like his aunt from here. He shrugged it off and listened to her. He ran a hand through his hair again and tugged at his lip with his teeth and put his hand back in its pocket.
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