Juliet Sofia Thorn
Juliet stood in a cold, empty and expensive looking dance studio. The mirrors that lined the walls reflected dozens of Juliet's, each with flawless forms as she stood on her two toes, silently dancing. She was light like a bird, and flexible as a cat as she gracefully moved. Her face had never been so peaceful, until she lost her lost her balance. She fell. Hard.
Her body smacked against the cold ground, with a light thud. A small, irritated noise escaped her. Why had her center balance been so off lately? She knew why, of corse, but refused to accept this fact. She couldn't quite wrap her head around it.
She pointed her toes and clenched her fists, checking for injuries before she got up. Juliet stubbornly repeated the move, over and over, despite however many times she fell. She ended up biting her own lip, causing it to bleed, and bruising her elbows before she successfully could do the move repeatedly. Satisfied, she sat down and removed her pointe shoes to reveil bleeding feet. Seeming uneffected by the clearly painful marks, she silently bandaged her feet and slipped on flats. Despite the few strands of long blonde waves that hung down, she left her hair in the tight bun and left on her snowy white ballet wear. She fully intended to be back very soon and continue to dance.
Juliet slipped on a lace shrug, and left the studio. Her ice blue eyes scanning the people on the street quickly, she comtinued on alone.