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age: 28
occupation: dance teacher
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lyrics: I am the blank page before you
I am the fine idea you crave
I live and breathe under the moon
And when you cross that bridge
I’ll come find you
Stay awake with me
You know I can’t just let you be
Stay awake with me
Take your hand and come and find me
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Feb 11 2018, 11:35 AM
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To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes courtesies that, I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
Am I what am I?
Because all I have left is my memories of yesterday, the sour time
Because nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do

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Julia felt that the perfect way to spend Valentine's Day, well night, was with her friends. She didn't like the holiday anyway, if anyone asked her about it she'd tell them that it was archaic and unfeminine to expect things like flowers and gifts. She wanted no part in it, she was perfectly and totally not at all bitter about it at all. A single ladies night seemed like a far better use of her time. She got to hang out with her old dancer friends, drink and laugh at all the desperate guys and girls running around trying to find someone, anyone, to hook up with and sorrily pretend they weren't actually alone. She was enjoying herself anyway, dancing and drinking one too many drinks. She didn't have a class to teach until tomorrow afternoon anyway and so she was sure it would be fine to suffer a little hangover in the morning.
She was absolutely sure that she was even enjoying herself that evening. A lot of the time she had to mostly fake it and hope no one noticed that her smile was hurting he face. Julia decided she was in much need of a night off, a night to just relax and spend time with people she actually liked. She wasn't sure what number drink she was on when her night instantly became ruined. It was probably closer to her tenth than her first because the room was swaying and instead of acting as a rational person would upon seeing their arch nemesis, Julia suddenly had a desperate need to throw things and use her nails to dig into skin.
She had begrudgingly accepted that teaching Eric's daughter ballet meant that she had to seem him too sometimes. It made her feel nauseous whenever he was anywhere near her, especially when kids were around and she couldn't actually push him down a flight of stairs. No children were around that night however, and so the woman didn't hesitate to storm over towards him, clearly staggering a little as she downed yet another drink.
She reached him and attempted to look incredibly tall as she ignored the people around him, a scowl contorting her features as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You're following me now?" She accused him, not at all slurring as she stepped even closer to him. "Why won't you just leave me alone, huh?" She proceeded to suddenly shove him, although she lacked any actual strength and mostly just fell into him before awkwardly stumbling backwards, her angry glare still thankfully in place.

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28 - dance teacher - f: eric knight

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<b>ABOUT:</b>.It isn't uncommon knowledge that Julia still carried around the trauma and guilt of her past into her present day life. She has difficulty letting things go, particularly things she sees as her own fault. She feels responsible for her fathers death and it has effected how she has turned out. While she is still a loving, doting member of her family, she has called it quits on making any sort of dream come true. Her dancing was her true calling, but she now teaches it, something that deep down, makes her feel rather miserable, but she is certain the time has passed on ever being a successful ballerina. She can be a little snarky sometimes, she can suddenly get mad at you for no reason. She can be sweet though, but it's something only the closest people to her really see. Her siblings mean the world to her and she tries her best to be there for them. Even if she's frowning and pretending to disapproving, she mostly just wants to be around and make sure they're safe. Julia lives alone in a small flat near the dance studio she works for. She doesn't have many hobbies outside of dancing, but is happy to go out drinking with friends or her siblings. For the most part, she appears to be a perfectly happy adult with no issues at all. She doesn't let many people know she isn't the happiest person, she thinks that would just be a burden on them and that's the last thing she wants to be. She tries her hardest not to hope for things, which means she really has no idea what the future is going to bring her. She's not a particularly open person, and while she appears small and soft she can easily turn quite violent of angered enough.
FRIENDS: She'd have friends, although I'm not quite sure what sort of people she'd attract. Possibly those who can deal with her strange mood swings and her inability to open up. She does like going out, drinking and dancing are a way to take the edge off in her opinion. She's also good for life lessons if the lesson you want to learn is Don't do it! She likes to think she's closest to her family though and she'd no doubt choose them over hanging out with someone who isn't her blood. She's good for anything they might need, including drunken pickups and sleepovers, etc
ENEMIES: She isn't at all a big fan of hunters, and if one announced themselves around her she'd probably snarl a little too loudly. Other than that, I don't see her making too many enemies, she can be grumpy but it's hardly enough to earn herself any arch nemesis' (besides her future husband!)
LOVERS: Since her nightmarish experience with love when she was a teenager I would say with certainty that Julia hasn't loved since. She's very closed off to it, and refuses to let anyone get close to her at all. Even if there's a small possibility of catching feelings, she'll immediately back off and no doubt do it in a slightly psychotic way. She has probably had a few one night stands, but honestly that's all they'd be tbh. Her final is covered :|
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When she was younger, she had assumed dreams were absolutely realistic as long as you tried hard enough. You could have everything you ever desired, a happy family, true love, a spotlight shining only for you as the crowd applauded you - the star of the entire show. These all seemed entirely obtainable in Julia's opinion. She already had the family, it hardly took her long to fall in love with a boy and really, there was no better ballerina than her in her entire dance company. At fifteen, she was rather convinced she was untouchable. She had everything she wanted and it seemed silly to dream when everything was present in her reality. She was soft though, and far too trusting. There was no reason not to be. Nothing could go wrong, after all, and so sitting her boyfriend down and telling him her deepest darkest secret seemed like a perfectly logical step to take in their fairytale love story.
When things went wrong, she didn't really understand it. She was crushed and consumed with her own emotions that she didn't quite register or even assume there would be any further fallout than her own broken heart. She didn't realise her mistake, not entirely, not until her father was dead and she and the rest of her family were fleeing their home. The guilt followed her, it never left her, not even as she got older. She carried it around like a shadow that was slightly darker than everyone else's. She grew up and she didn't like her dreams anymore. They were not practical, more than that though, she didn't deserve them.
In her dreams, it never occurred to her that she might turn into a severe looking grown up. One that frowned more often that others did, and refused to laugh at things that she thought were funny. Laughter was for happy people, after all, and Julia was sure she wasn't allowed to be happy. Sometimes she was though, when she was with her family. She sometimes forgot she was meant to be very serious, and sometimes that lasted for awhile, sometimes she went weeks without remembering that she wasn't meant to smile ever again. Her dancing suffered most of all. At first, it just didn't seem as though she was putting any sort of effort in. She was, to a certain extent, but even Julia knew she was holding back, forcing herself away from the spotlight she had once dreamed about. She almost made it, just once, once she forgot that she wasn't meant to try. She shined brightly just as she had always imagined she would and for the smallest of moments there was joy on her face and a crowd applauding her.
She almost considered trying again, she knew deep down she wanted it more than anything else. One misstep in practice though, or as Julia like to think of it as - karma, she twisted her ankle and to a ballerina that was the end of the show. By the time she was better, no one wanted her, she was problematic, after all, stubborn and lacked a certain graceful discipline that other dancers had (she tended to swear quite loudly and throw large items at people's heads). Eventually, Julia accepted her fate. Her dreams were not obtainable, they were not practical and therefore she chose to accept a position at a dance studio, as a teacher, a role she had never once considered for herself. She was not a teacher after all, and worse than that, she knew that once a dancer taught dance there was no longer any hope for them. By agreeing to this new role, she was telling the world she had failed.
While she took it upon herself to still be a productive and caring member of her family. While she still danced, despite the fact it was not in the way she had intended. Julia did not look at love the way she once had, and that never changed, no matter how many years went by. She was sure that eventually she might reconsider her resentment towards it, perhaps even one day she would let someone in. The time never came though, even if people came into her life, she kept them at a distance, to the point, anyone who even had a remote possibility of sneaking their way into her heart were never seen again, she ensured it. She had the ability to find flaws in everyone, no matter how small or trivial they were. They could be five minutes late to dinner and she would delete their number from her phone, they could hold her hand too tightly and she would demand they never touch her again. Her trust was stolen at an early age, the part of her that was soft and hopeful drowned out by the paranoia inside of her head. She decided it was for the best anyway, she didn't need a true love, it was a ridiculous concept, she was certain of it.
Julia likes to think that she is practical about things now, she doesn't think she holds on to fantasies. She is sure she never poses the question of what if? Sometimes though, when she closes her eyes, she dreams, a problem she had not been able to solve. Her dreams contradict everything she has told herself, they tell her she wants more, she wants everything she once wanted long ago. When she's awake, she thinks its ridiculous, of course. Absolutely and utterly absurd. Julia Petrova is definitely not a dreamer. She likes to tell herself that. She likes to believe it's true.

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