Sunday evening, in the gym

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Kitty enters a small room adjacent to the main gym and flips on the lights. A bar stretches, waist-high, across a wall of mirrors. She sits down on a stack of mats, peels off her legwarmers and changes her sneakers to ballet shoes. Her blue leotard and tights are comfortably worn, but not threadbare. She begins her ballet stretches.

Lockheed flies in and settles on the mats, stretching out and resting his chin on his front legs to watch.

[ooc: Company welcome.]

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After spending time with Dru (http://www.livejournal.com/users/crazyvampchick/2171.html) Angelus swung by the gym to check on the contents of his locker (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notsouledyet/12658.html). As far as he could tell, they hadn't been disturbed. He decided to add that to the list of good things that were happening with his week.

On his way back out he heard someone in the gym proper. He followed the sound and saw Kitty.

More importantly, he saw someone doing ballet.

He looked Heavenward. "Seriously, I owe you how much of a tithe now? Because I'll pay it."

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"Hello?" Kitty said. "Is someone out there?"

::Lockheed lifted his head and growled.::

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"Just me," Angelus came out into the light with his hands held up, showing his weaponless state. He kept a careful distance from Lockheed. "Angelus. Sorry, saw you practicing. Stopped to watch."

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"Hi," Kitty said warily. "There's not much to see, really. I'm just practicing."

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"Ballet, right?" Angelus hooked his thumbs into his front pants pockets. "Great form. Been doing it long?"

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"Since I was little," Kitty said. "I wish we had a good dance teacher here, though. I'm afraid I'm going to get out of practice. Do you like ballet?"

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"Did Franz Hilverding love a good use of dramatic gestures?" when Angelus belatedly realized she might not know the answer to that, he added, "Yes."

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Kitty smiled. "Do you dance?"

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"Not ballet," Angelus said. He crossed over to the wall on the opposite side of the mirror. For Kitty to look at him, she would have to turn away from his lack of reflection behind her. "I can fake my way through a club, though. That is, when I'm feeling like myself."

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Kitty stretched out her legs in front of her. "Um, would you believe outer space?" Then she slapped her hand to her forehead. "I guess that's not so strange, around here.

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"Never dealt with aliens personally," Angelus said. "Vamps, witches, werewolves, robots, swamp demons, demon demons, but no aliens."

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Kitty laughed. "Well, now you have. Lockheed's an alien."

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"Pleasure to meet you again," Angelus told Lockheed. He frowned, thinking over what Kitty had said. "So he's an alien, but not you?"

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"Nope. I'm an ordinary terrestrial being," Kitty said.

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"Out of curiosity, on this scale would I be considered an ordinary terrestrial being?"

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Kitty tilted her head at Angelus. "Hey, are you trying to imply something?"

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"No implications," Angelus held up his hands again. "Just trying to get the lingo. I've learned not to assume when talking with anybody at this school."

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"The phasing? Like nothing, really. How did it feel to you?" Kitty asked.

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"Same thing but I'm a vampire," Angelus reminded her. "I'm used to feeling nothing when other people don't. For instance, I bet you could tell me if this room was warm or not."

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"It's a little on the chilly side," Kitty said. "Probably because if you're in here, you're working up a sweat." She looked curiously at Angelus. "So, are you really dead? No breath, no pulse?"

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"Yes, yes, and yes," Angelus offered up the wrist of the hand she'd just been holding in case she wanted to feel for the pulse that wasn't there. "No body temperature either. Which is nice because then I can wear leather even if it's a hundred and three."

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She did. Pressing her fingers against his wrist, she nodded. "Wow. I guess that makes it easier to look good, huh?"

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"Lack of aging helps too," Angelus added. "Other than clothes and hair I look just as I did when I died."

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Kitty peered at his hair. "How do you style it? Without a mirror, I mean?"

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"Same way you get to Carnegie Hall: Practice."