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“Spare me the theatrics,” Ria drawled. The ghosts of the music had caught her ear as she passed by, and the memories of a time better left forgotten followed. Ballet had never been about the art for her, it’d been a way for her to learn focus, understand her awareness in space, and to get a handle on pacing and timing. Probably why she hated it. It wasn’t fun or freeing, it was restrictive.
Leaning against the wall, she shrugged again, “I figured it was you when I heard the music. Glad it is.” Even if it wasn’t, she would have found a way to take conviction in her mistake. “You’re so lucky you didn’t come to Berlin. The biggest waste of time of my life.”
Ria’s drawl was music to her ears. Kennedy’s glare broke into a smile and she rushed over to turn off the music and then to the doorway. Pressing back up onto her pointe shoes, she threw her arms around the taller blonde in an exuberant hug. She placed a delicate kiss on Ria’s cheek before pulling away but taking her friends hands. Kennedy was nothing if not affectionate.
“Ria! You know I love my dramatics.” She laughed an airy, delicate laugh. “I missed you, why did you not call me more?” Kennedy slipped into a playful pout, exactly the one she’d use in her classes on flirtation. Ria would know she was only teasing. “Really? What happened? Couldn’t have been worse than playing Republican Barbie all summer,” she rolled her eyes. “Did I tell you my Dad decided to run for congress?”
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teague who doesn’t dance nor actually get involved with anything in school other than classes that he’s supposed to take woke up early for once in his life and it gave him this sort of grace period to sneak out of his dorm before anyone was awake. as he walked down the halls eventually finding the ballroom that he thought wouldn’t be used at this particular hour of the day (though he supposed he should have known that there were actually people who danced as a skill and used this room at odd times). his brain was small these days and it was early in the morning so he was barely processing anything at the moment. he just knew that this room had a particularly good view of the sunrise. when he heard the voice when he opened the door, he blinked a couple times rubbing his eyes.
“oh…” he says looking over at the girl as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck biting the bottom of his lip. “sorry, you probably do, i just came in here for the view.” he says as he appeared to be still in his pajamas which was really just a pair of grey sweats and a white tank top. “the view meaning uh, the sunrise,” he says again unsure if that was really clear enough.
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Once she’d righted her self and brushed off her ego - the hops on pointe were her specialty at one time, she’d not fallen in ages - Kennedy had a chance to properly observe her guest. She didn’t recognize him, but then again there were tons of students here, new ones coming and going each term. She made a habit of only wasting her time on those who she’d deemed significant. Was he even awake? Perhaps he was one of those rare people who would sleepwalk, that was interesting. But it did not seem like a good quality in a spy. Something to consider.
“The view?” Kennedy deftly raised one eyebrow as he struggled to explain. “Wouldn’t the sunrise be best observed from a room which faces east? Unless I am wrong and the sun rises in the west in Virginia, or is it only on the last Tuesday of August?” A bit cruel, but it was early, and she was still irritated about being interrupted.
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The song. She knew it. It was familiar from her Joffrey Ballet days. Very fucking familiar, she could still remember the sweat, the pain and the glory of learning that choreography. Was she going insane that she was listening to it? Nobody else seemed bothered by it– maybe she was just listening to it in her head, but as she moved further down the hall, the volume went higher, and well– she could have PTSD, but hallucinations of music had not been a thing before. And she had gotten better. She was almost desperate as she opened the door to find another girl dancing– she could certainly not be imagining such a thing. “No– I… Sorry. You probably did– I don’t know,” she smiled softly, awkwardly pushing her hair back. “There’s a room with mirrors. One floor up. Just so you know,” she responded, balancing herself in the balls of her feet. She didn’t want to get too hype about having another dancer around, but she… kind of was. Very much so.
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Kennedy tilted her head to the side with interest, reaching up to grab at a strand of her hair only to realize it was wound in a tight bun, so she settled for tugging at her earlobe. Perhaps not everyone was as much of a morning person as she was, but the girl in the door seemed unnaturally jarred by finding her, or maybe it was the music. Interesting.
“Not a problem,” She smiled graciously, “Is there really? I asked nearly a dozen times last year, but it seemed the administration had other priorities.” That was one way to put it. “Do you dance?”
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Kennedy glanced up from her Arabic conjugations at the sound of another voice, only a bit startled. She had a more than a slight tendency to hyper-focus and was occasionally caught unaware by those around her - not the best move for those who aspired to a career in espionage. By now she was better at concealing it, so it was unlikely her companion noticed.
“Ok but ‘05 or ‘95 Darcy? Or are we talking literary description alone?
a copy of pride and prejudice is in lucas’ hand as he lays out on the lawn of gallagher. he had taken the jane austen survey class because it was towards his major but honestly, he was loving it so far. who knew that lucas would be such a fan of a good romance novel, he certainly didn’t. “okay I have to admit, mr.darcy is hot”, he says to the person near him, “what do you think? does fitzwilliam darcy get you all hot and bothered too?” @gallagherstart
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Heathers (1988) dir. Michael Lehmann
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where: one of the smaller ballrooms on campus when: august 25, early morning who: open to all! @gallagherstart
The summer seemed to drag on with an almost unbearable pace, Kennedy found herself longing for the structure and familiarity of Gallagher far earlier than she’d expected. Her father, in his infinite wisdom and ambition, had decided to run for congress and thus her days had been spent in an endless round of fundraisers and rallies and mindless political bullshit that had her seriously questioning why she’d not taken one of the internships abroad.
But she was home now, the school had become more familiar over the past year or so than the large old house south of Broad, despite all of the troubles. Here, she mattered not just for her name and pretty face, but for her talents and intellect. Still, for an only child it could get a bit overwhelming, and so Kennedy sought out solitude, finding one of the smaller ballrooms empty in the early morning. No mirrors, but the floor was decent and the acoustics as well, so it was the perfect place to run through a challenging barre and play around with all the variations she’d been taught over the years.
Kennedy was in the middle of the particularly challenging part of the Act I Variation from Giselle when the door opened with a start, throwing her off balance and onto the floor. The music ended as she stood up, flustered in the early morning, to glare at her intruder.
“Forgive me,” her sickly sweet lilting voice sounded anything but sincere, “I thought I’d reserved this room for the hour.”
#gallagher:start#are you stronger than a mountain | interactions#open!#doing the Most and linking yt vids in the starter
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"Sometimes he looked at her and thought, Gosh, I wonder what's underneath all that anger, all that hard glossy armor? Maybe there's just an innocent, wounded little girl in there who wants to come out and play and be loved and get happy. But now he wondered if maybe that little girl was long gone, or if she'd ever been there at all. What was under all that armor, all that anger? More anger, and more armor. Anger and armor, all the way down."
-lev Grossman
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⌠ VICTORIA PEDRETTI, 23, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, KENNEDY CALHOUN! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in SEDUCTION & FLIRTATION + THREAT ELIMINATION; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (cherry lollipops & bubblegum kisses; sewing new pointe shoes while humming giselle; staying up all night to finish a book; the sound of high heels on marble; half-filled notebooks and passed notes). when it’s the (leo)’s birthday on 08/03/1997, they always request their STRAWBERRY WAFFLES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ gracie, 25, she/her, est ⍀
hi hello below the cut plz see a quick intro to my baby brat kennedy - formal bio to come soon just wanted to get something out! hmu on discord or give this a like and i will bother you for plots <3
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meet Kennedy Charlotte Calhoun aka rich bitch extraordinaire. Only child of noted wealthy SC family, she didn't hear the word no often. She is a classically trained ballet dancer and an excellent ear for music and languages. Kennedy almost went to NYC to train, but found the letter and promise of Gallagher Academy much more interesting. She’d always bored easily, but with the challenge and opportunity presented by the courses offered it has been enough to hold her interest. At her heart, she’s always been competitive and driven - she’d just needed something worthwhile to focus on.
Heather Chandler meets Margo Hanson meets every mean girl from every dance movie/tv show ever. She has a slight southern lilt to her voice, but in the soft refined way, it grows deeper when she drinks. She can be cruel in that hidden, almost overly pleasant way - she’ll tell you to fuck off in a way that will make you look forward to the trip. But she is loyal almost to a fault for those who break through her hard glossy armor, and has a tendency towards obsessiveness. Is a snob about ballet, don’t call her a ballerina unless you want a 20 minute lecture about how its not a career but a title awarded to very few, thankyouverymuch.
wanted connections: friends, rivals, ex’s, people she’s manipulating, people who abuse her trust & loyalty, hook-up, study buddies *sharpay evans voice* I WANT IT ALL
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Victoria Pedretti as Love Quinn in You (2019)
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some girls fight hard some face the trial some girls were just meant to smile
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some girls fight hard some face the trial some girls were just meant to smile
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