Tried to Walk [Victory]

- vici -

"Bruno Mars?" Vici mumbled to herself quietly in a bit of confusion as she walked towards the dance studio, "Shit." Music of course meant someone else was here to see her suck and consistently fall on her face. But at least whoever it was had a decent taste in music. She was more of an old rock babe herself; listening mostly to Zeppelin and Creedence rather than newer pop artists. In no doubt though- Miss Tuscos knew her music. Any genera really; from classical to some dub-step here and there. She secretly really enjoyed Bruno Mars though. His sound was so smooth that it relaxed her muscles as she would run.


It's not like the blonde had really came with the intention to dance like a pro; she already looked like hell from her run and lifting a little to tone the other upper body muscles. The studio, more times than not, was usually just empty around the time she finished her workout routine and therefore, with its large open space and smooth, slick, floors made it the perfect place to stretch and do some core workout now and then. Plus it was cool; but the largest benefit had to be it didn't smell like sweaty football boys like the rest of the places she could have picked to stretch. It's not like she minded the smell of sweaty football boys, (it was almost comforting to be honest) it's just that she preferred less people staring at her ass when she was in the zone. Parties? Sure, she couldn't care less. Here? Keep dreaming sweat covered boy that couldn't even run an 800m without dying.


Slowly Vici walked to the doorway and sort of peaked around the corner. One guy? Ahhh no big deal there. As long as it wasn't some bitchy girl, she really couldn't care much less. Quietly the blonde walked into the full frame of the doorway and leaned to one side of it. She was an attractive girl, even if she did feel like she looked grody after just running. Sliding one arm up on the door frame and the placing the other on her hip, Vici observed the dude in front of her. He seemed athletic, although he wasn't quite what she expected. Should she say something? Nah, she'd let him notice her first perhaps.

Actually, screw it. Vici couldn't just stand there. That would just feel a little too creepy even for her. And she had stalked people drunk in the dark before and almost gotten arested for it. All she could use as an excuse on that one was that she was too drunk to funtction, and she had good intentions. Sort of. A little more quietly than she expected, but still quite confident, the blonde let out a small, "Hey." just loud enough to be heard over the music. Might as well find out who he was.

'Well. We'll see how this goes I guess.'

- vici -

Uh-oh. It wasn't quite the reaction Victory had expected, but she knew in the back of her mind that she shouldn't have disturbed a dancer who was busy. Especially, for that matter, a good dancer that could probably beat the socks off of her in his sleep. Almost instantaneously, Vici felt a bit guilty for making him slip. She moved smoothly forward from her position in the doorway. There was no way that couldn't have at least hurt a little bit if not a lot. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Her voice was still calm, her mother had been an ER nurse after all, so little a little blood could hardly ever bother her. "I didn't mean to surprise you like that."

'Shit. I bet he hates me now.'

For once, Vici was really at fault for making the boy slip, but it wouldn't have mattered as she just would have blamed herself either way. It was a very self demeaning habit the blonde just had trouble getting out of. Blaming herself was common; as common as her drinking problem could be at times. It just seemed easier to drink than deal with all the pain and pressure of the world some days. Could she be considered an alcoholic? Some days Vici couldn't even tell. She loved her vodka and hard liquor and cigars. At least her taste was one level above the other college sluts love of cheap beer.

Getting a little closer, but only close enough to hopefully not make the boy uncomfortable, Victory observed the wound of war inflicted by the floor. A busted lip was nothing to her, but she knew many people who had a tiny pain tolerance in comparison. "My name is Victory by the way." She spoke quietly as not to startle him even more than she had already. A small smile, in attempt to make herself seem at least remotely likable after her big flub up, spread elegantly at the edges of her lips.

'Please don't completely hate me.'

- vici -

Hanbyul? It was a curious name to Vici, although she couldn't say much, I mean, her name was Victory after all. That wasn't her fault though, it was just the name her father had picked out before when they had thought she was going to be a boy. Talk about a birthday surprise for her father. It's not like they ever treated her much like a girl before she grew boobs anyways. It was only after she grew up some did he realize he couldn't treat her like a boy anymore. That mean dance classes and ballet flats rather than football practices and jock straps. Vici had sucked at dancing, so it running was a nice in-between meeting of her tougher boy, but still more feminine muscle tone.

As she stepped forward, the boy almost instantaneously stepped back. Vici didn't judge him much for it, being that they had never met before and she had introduced herself right after she managed to give him a bloody lip. 'Hell of an entrance Vici.' Even at saying it was fine, she was still worried the boy might hate her after all of it. Her self conscious side demanded to be liked, even though there was no real need for Victory to even know the boy, let alone him even remotely wanting to be friends with her.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you.. I normally come here to stretch after I run since it has a lot more open floor space and a lot less football jocks staring at my butt." Vici tried to chuckle it off a bit, but it was hard when she felt sort of bad. All she could hope at this point was that maybe some of her natural charm would rub off on the boy and make him not totally and completely hate her. "Oh shit your lip is bleeding. Uhm, do you want me to get you some ice or something?" The blonde tried to be as sincere as possible with her words, as Hanbyul seemed nervous as heck around her for some reason. It was pretty obvious that he just wasn't a ladies man.

- vici -

Abruptly the music stopped as Hanbyul pulled his iPod from the dock, making Vici wish there was still something playing in the background. If there was one thing that really annoyed the blonde, it had to be awkward silences. She was a girl of words and charisma, not the awkwardness that she faced now that the boy seemed to be caught up in his own thing. Victory couldn't help but wonder what sort of music other than Bruno Mars Hanbyul was into. Hopefully nothing too ridiculous; although she wasn't too picky about her music, she knew when she didn't like something.

Quietly the blonde sort of dismissed herself from her spot next to the boy; walking instead to take a seat next to the wall where she would hopefully be plenty out of the way of underfoot. Slowly starting to stretch out her muscles one by one, almost in yoga like positions. Well, technically they were yoga positions, as Victory had learned them back from high school at her town's good old recreation center. Gracefully, she let her legs slip into a nice set of splits so perfect it would be thought that the dirty blonde still danced on a regular basis. You could say she did, but it's not like anyone else would be around to see it. Judgement would only tear down the confidence Victory had worked so hard to bring back up from her early youth.

"So are you here for college, or do you just live around here?" The words were smooth and confident, as Victory couldn't much more of a reason for a boy his age to be around here still. Most left or stuck around for family and cheap-ish college prices. If she hadn't been offered such a perfect scholarship to run, and pay for more than 9/10ths of her college, she would have never left home where she felt like she fit in so much more perfectly than this place. After the first week, there was nothing she wanted more than to just go home, but after a while longer, home just seemed too dissolve. Modesto and her small college dorm was as close as she was going to get.

But sometimes even the Circus seemed more like home than the cornfields that had kept her trapped her at what she used to call home for almost seventeen years of her short life. But that thought could make Victory nothing but depressed; torturing her soul and reminding her she hadn't much else to run home to other than the bottle. And it wasn't the one that held her water. Pushing the many thoughts from her brain, she went back to trying to focus on her muscles.

- vici -

Immediately Vici's thoughts wandered to who this boy's father could be. There were always new people moving here for big business work, but Victory only could identify a few of the more wealthy family that came; everyone would pay attention to them. Seeming it rude to ask, though, the blonde kept that thought to herself. It was his business, not hers, and Victory really actually needed to keep her nose clean this year.

She thought it odd after a moment when he didn't start anymore music. Maybe she was actually making some sort of connection with Hanbyul. Or maybe he didn't hate her at least. Even him not hating her could be a start; new friends needed to be made this year. Ones that weren't total potheads or potential alcoholics. "Could have moved somewhere worse I guess." Vici chuckled as best she could with the small talk. It wasn't her real specialty. The blonde really enjoyed someone else making the conversation, but she could survive either way. "So what other music are you into? 'Cause Bruno Mars isn't too bad I have to say."

Maybe of all things Victory could get him to talk about, it could be music. Most people enjoyed talking about their music. It was just something most people could make real connections over, rather than other little details of their lives. Vici could be considered a huge music buff, so it would be no surprise if she could actually make a connection over music with Hanbyul. Her iPod consisted of everything from later 60's rock to modern pop and country of the 2000's from back home. According to her mood, the playlists would switch and change into other genres and stations from which new music was drawn and her library was expanded even further. The dirty blonde's musical abilities were minimal, but she could memorize a song's lyrics in a matter of minutes.