walk around trying to fight mirrors--* LANCE

[CAITLYN LUISA MILLER]

so it was late. past curfew late, but someone had left the stage spotlights on and while caitlyn was walking past, she'd noticed it. and she couldn't resist. so, within ten minutes she was back with her old classic pink ballet slippers, laced up with perfection around her skinny ankles. she had leg warmers on, trying desperately to hide how skinny she really was. it was scary, even to her sometimes. she had on a pair of her dance leggings of course, and a large sweater that hung slightly off of one shoulder.

with her hair up in that telltale bun, loose strands falling around her face, she looked like she'd been dancing all her life. in fact, she looked like she hadn't missed a beat. dancing in silence, that was slightly an awkward task though. but she was fairly alright at keeping her rhythym, so she ran through her solo routine. the one she would have dance in a couple days if she hadn't been shipped off here. it was horribly frustrating to be sitting around here, being forced to get fat and not being allowed to dance. trying to channel her anger into her movements, caitlyn completely tuned everything else out.

she hadn't danced in the spotlight for a while. it felt so refreshing she decided she might feel like having a little breakfast tomorrow. or maybe not, but the thought was entertaining enough to give her hope! once she finished, she collapsed (purposely) on the stage with her knees propped up and her hands resting on her concave stomach--only slightly masked by her large sweater. she breathed in and out deeply to catch her breath.

it was at that moment though, that she realized she was not the only one in the auditorium. caitlyn sat up quickly and looked for the intruder, a confused--yet curious look on her face.

[LANCE VALDIS SCOTT]

He had been walking around the asylum in circles. It frustrated him enough to make him grumble threats under his breath since he couldn't finding his way to his dorm. Plus the guy was tired of of doing nothing than walking from place to place. All he wanted was simply to hit his bed and fall asleep. Nothing more. If he found where that dorm was located in the first place, maybe he would already be fast asleep. Hands were closed in tight fisted on either side of his body as he started pushing his walking pace a notch faster. Enveloped with anger, he almost passed by the open door without interest. Movement under a bright light had caught his attention though. Taking a step back, his ice blue eyes stared inside the room with interest sparkling inside him. It was the auditorium. With a girl standing on stage. Well she wasn't just standing there.

His mind almost convinced on moving on with what he had in mind. His head turned from one side of the hallway to the other seeing that nobody was in sight. Without realising it, he entered the room and closed the door behind him. The atmosphere here, in this very room, differed from the other ones he had visited. To be honest, Lance liked it. Now he had to stay here a while longer than he normally wanted to.

Darkness surrounded him. The only source of light came from the stage in which the girl moved about gracefully. His eyes kept switching from where his feet were slowly walking to her. He chose the best seat of the house; the third row at the very middle of it. There could not be a better place than where he presently seated himself comfortably. Laid back in the chair and arms crossed over his chest, Lance watched her dance with a careful eye.

He watched her every move. Thoughts were lost in his head. Being a habit, his two fingers lifted to his mouth to he could take a breath or two. However his held nothing at all. Grimacing at his hand with no cigarette, Lance had just missed the final move. He watched her, with no expression bared upon his face, as she tried catching her breath. That's when he finally stood up. Arms still crossed.

"You were good until you ended," he said, his voice held no emotion whatsoever. His eyes stayed fixed upon the girl collapsed on the stage with his weight equally balanced on his feet. Hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans hanging loose below his hips. A black leather jacket rested on his shoulders and unzipped showing a red plain shirt underneath. The features of his face remained the same, determined and cold. "Dance some more, if you want. Pretend I'm not here."

[CAITLYN LUISA MILLER]

after squinting into the audience of one, her eyes searching for the male who'd spoken--cait found him, standing in a very carefree position. caitlyn smiled and nodded, letting a small 'thanks' leave her lips. she was used to dancing in front of people, so to be honest, she didn't know why she was suddenly so embarassed about having an audience of one person! somone she didn't even know, in fact. but that's what they said, singers too, thought it was harder to sing a solo in front of one then in front of hundreds. it probablly didn't help that caitlyn had anxiety like a bitch sometimes. she supposed she was lucky enough today, it wasn't bothering her much at all. she laughed a little bit at his last comment.

"it'd be pretty hard pretending you're not here after i've seen you and spoken to you and everything." she said with a smile, shaking her head slightly. cait was easily a teasing girl, nothing she said--for the most part--could be offensive or taken seriously. "we haven't met before, have we?" she wondered curiously, pushing herself up into a sitting position. god, that had really taken the energy out of her. maybe this was why she wasn't allowed to dance for more then fifteen minutes, cait felt like she was about to faint. wouldn't that be entertaining enough for her new acquaintence. "i'm caitlyn. and i'm here because i don't eat, just so we can get those damn formalities out of the way." if he hadn't, by now, figured out why she was here, well then that would be really depressing to caitlyn.

cait took the moment before he introduced himself, if he was going to at all, to study him. he was cute, that was for sure. but there was something about him, something that just leaked dangerous. maybe it was his eyes, because although she could barely make him out in the darkened auditorium, his eyes seemed to burn cold. caitlyn wondered briefly what it would take to bring a smile out of him, or to make his eyes kinder and more recieving. she toyed with the idea of being the one to make him smile, but that was just how cailtyn was. always thinking about others, always tryng to help them before she helped herself. it was silly, sure, but it made her happy enough.

"i was supposed to dance that in a few days, it was supposed to be the first place winning solo." cait admitted a little bit sadly, but she tried to smile instead. after all, she had no idea why she was telling him this. "but then i got sent here, and it interrupted everything." caitlyn added, though it was obvious what had happened.

[LANCE VALDIS SCOTT]

"If we'd met, I would know your name," he replied to her. A voice inside his head told him to act nicer around the girl. However Lance ignored that small voice and pushed it to the back of his head. Lance pulled his hands out of his pockets to use them to help him jump over the row in front of him. Since this girl who said her was Caitlyn was no longer dancing, he thought he could study her more closely. "Name's Lance." After jumping the last row he wiped his hands on his pants without looking down at them. Those chairs probably had a layer of an inch thick dust covering them. Man, this place was no way close to clean.

His hands slide back in his pockets. Eyes still stayed focused on the girl. "Since you don't eat, wouldn't it be best if you didn't move about like that? You're making me think you want to kill yourself with exhaustion." He shook his head. It always got him thinking for long periods of time, the fact some girls didn't eat to stay skinny. Lance never understood why they did that. Yeah, sure some did look great, but not when they were skin and bones. he glanced at Cait. Why would she strave herself? Probably she had her own reasons. Lance thought best if he didn't ask about it. Some girls got really sensible over some subjects. Maybe it was best if he kept his mouth shut about it.

It was obvious her smile on her face was a fake one. Behind that mask she tried forming in front of her feelings, well he knew she felt low. But he had no pity on her. Everyone had their miseries and their own troubles. "And why don't go do that solo? Better off whever that thing is than here." The last words had come out as a grumble. If it hadn't been for his aunt... It did not matter.

The boy started walking along the stage, his hands still in his pockets. He had a small white stick between his fingers. Though he kept the urge from pulling it out and placing it between his teeth. "You would have some better life on stage than on this one, you know. Run while you can." He should have done that a long time ago.

[CAITLYN LUISA MILLER]

"you're right it would be best...but i'm stubborn, and dancing is like a drug. no really, it is, the exercise releases endorphins that make you happy or something." she shrugged, rambling on about some silly fact she couldn't even remember where she'd learned. caitlyn, as curious as she was, felt it wasn't her place to ask why lance was here. she'd hate it if someone did that to her, prying unnecesarily. now that was frustrating enough in itself.

cait shrugged, "i would if i hadn't been such an idiot and gotten my legal rights taken away." she laughed at the irony of it. she was locked up here with no choice. but whatever, if it kept her somewhat alive then so be it. cait didn't want to just die. just dying would be like giving up. and that was pathetic. she raised an eyebrow, "you sound like you speak from experience." she pointed out, it wasn't really a question, but it gave him the opporunity to answer it as one.

caitlyn knew her potential, and she knew she'd totally fucked it up. but at this point it was too late. she believed, fully and truly that she was too far into this thing to get better. it would kill her father, her brother, and tony to hear that, but it was true. caitlyn believed she'd be an entirely different person without her eating disorder. and she wouldn't just be fat either, that's not what she meant at all.

caitlyn heard one of the staff before she saw them, they were bumbling about behind the stage curtains where cait had just been dancing in front of. "fuck..." she mumbled, pushing herself to her feet, not all too entirely sure what she was going to do. or if lance was going to help her. hey--who's in there! came the voice, fumbling through the curtains. they might literally have to run while they could. gently, caitlyn walked over to lance and pushed him as gently as she could off the stage so he wouldn't get hurt or anything, she followed and hopped off the stage as well, it wasn't far a drop at all.

ooc: hope you don't mind making things more exciting! lol ;D

[LANCE VALDIS SCOTT]

"I hope you ain't stubborn enough to make me start dancing," he said, still walking the length of the stage and back. Then he muttered, mostly to himself, "I doubt that would even happen anyway." His eyes stared down at his skate shoes he wore on his feet. He did peek in her direction when he heard her laughing. Laughter from him did not accompany her. The guy barely laughed at all, probably small chuckles, but that was almost nothing. Back his eyes went to his shoes as he continued moving forward.

Just like that, without his permission of thought, his legs stopped their walking. His muscles tensed in his arms, back and face as she spoke about him speaking from experience. He forced his toes to lift upward as he thought of something to say. But no words formed in his head. So Lance simply shrugged his shoulders as some sort of response for Cait girl and went on walking. He did not want to talk about it. Especially when he barely knew the girl.

He flinched. Lance twisted his body on the balls of his feet to see somebody was messing around with the curtain from behind. Being pushed by the small figure, he let himself be pushed off the stage. Cait landed right beside him. For the first time in a while thoughts of his own were swirling around him. He stepped closer to Cait. "There's no way I'm letting you run." Lance pretty much meant what he said. Rarely did lies ever leave his fool mouth, because everything he said he meant them.

Not noticing if she was confused or not, he scoped her up from the ground into his arms in a swift and non-hesitant movement. "If you can dance for so long, you won't last a run. No way in hell I'll let them think I killed you chasing you about like some hungry wolf." As surprising as it may be, his words were not meant to be a joke. Lance was in fact serious about the situation. He was tired of the older folks putting every possible blame on him. Surely, he would walk away from trouble today and face another some time later.

Jeez, this girl was lighter than he would have thought she was. Her weight probably mirrored that of a feather. No, wait. Make that two feathers. The people had pushed away the curtain enough to see them. With no other thoughts concerning the girl, he ran for the door as someone said stop it right there!. Of course Lance didn't care what they said. They were staff and adults. And Lance seldom listened to what those vultures had to say. "Dammit! Open the freaking door!" His voice might have been a little louder than usual. Both hands were already full, he lacked an extra hand to open that door leading to the hallway.

OCC: I hope you don't mind Lance picking her up, if you do than she can jump away. And all I have to say for now is lol XD

[CAITLYN LUISA MILLER]

caitlyn grinned, "actually, now that you mention it that is definitely an option. it'd be amusing." she admitted, then bit the inside of her cheek in thought. "come on, you've gotta have a couple slick dance moves up that sleeve of yours." for some reason, caitlyn could definitely see lance as...a surprising guy. always full of tricks and turns. she knew he was mysterious as hell, that was for sure. cait noticed his tense posture and frowned, there was no way she'd push that whole experience thing, he seemed like the type of guy you didn't push when it came to shove.

"alright then, dad, what are you going to do? carry m--" caitlyn's sarcastic remark was cut off just a swiftly as he picked her up in his arms. not expecting that at all she looped a skinny arm around his neck to keep from toppling over uncomfortably or slowing him down at all. "jesus, i could have ran to the door." she mumbled under her breath, probablly quiet enough that he wouldn't really catch much, if only a few words. cait couldn't deny that she appreciated the gesture though, it was a lot easier to be carried then to run the length herself.

caitlyn didn't laugh at his words, because even though they sounded as bizarre as they did, it made perfect sense. everything that happened after hours or between girls and guys was wrong--and more often then not the guy got blamed. and little caitlyn? well, she was more likely to be looked over as a problem then lance was. "that's understandable," she admitted with a shrug, or a sort of shrug--as best as she could all up in his arms.

"fuuuuck," caitlyn said quietly, hearing the rushed voices of the staff behind them. she fumbled with the door handle for less then a second, ignoring the harshness in lance's voice, she shoved it open for them and was pleased to see the hall was empty. she pointed to an empty classroom across the way, the door was propped open with a garbage can, but it was completely dark. "what other choices do we have, right?" she offered, pushing off his chest gently enough to signal she was getting down.



ooc: hahaha its all good, i loved it! he IS a sweetheart deep down <3

[LANCE VALDIS SCOTT]

"Don't call me dad," he muttered under his breath once he picked up the girl in his arms. He shook his head from the coming memory. It was not the time to think about what had happened in the past at the moment. Sure enough, Lance had something else to deal with at the moment. Glancing over his shoulder, well at least he tried, a staff member had tripped himself over the thick curtain. Now he had some advantage of a head start. Cait's murmuring about something had him tilting his head down to see what she was up to. Though he had not caught what words she had spoken. He thought she might have spoken to herself. It did not matter. After all, Cait wasn't the first to talk to herself.

Through the door they went right after the second Caitlyn had opened and shoved the door open with her free hands. On the other side of the door, Lance took the time to kick it back in the door frame. The door crashed back into the its place with a bigger impact than Lance would have wanted. Noise such as this would attract some attention. Must likely people will only turn their heads out of the rooms to see what caused the noise, but nothing more. If anybody had poked their heads to see the racket that had been produced, Lance didn't see anyone. He was too busy running towards the door where Caitlyn had pointed out.

He set the girl down on her own two feet to free his hands. A quick peek over at where they had just come from let him know the staff had finally just reached the door. He couldn't help himself from grinning. When was the last time he had run away from the good guys? Too long ago. Probably he should do this more often. That would have to wait for some other time. For now, he pulled Cait by her arm after him inside the dark room, chilly from the lack of heat. This time when Lance closed the door he gently pulled the not to attract the wrong attention. No need in letting the staff know where they went to hide. Let them search all they want, Lance didn't care if they desperately seeked him. The more desperate they were, the more fun the game was. Maybe this place wouldn't be all so bad after all.

The light from the hallway flicked out leaving both of them in the darkness. "Too bad we didn't do anything more dramatic than being in the auditorium." Lance lifted his gaze to where he would have seen Cait under light. Then he moved towards the desk resting at the corner of the room.