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kaisou2022-02-25 06:57 am
neverbreaks) wrote in kaisou2022-02-25 06:57 am
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Video | un: pequeña_montaña
WHO: Luisa and the network
WHERE: The network
WHEN: 02/25
WHAT: An accidental video post
WARNINGS: Probably nothing but will update if that changes
[ The first thing that registers on the feed is music; though the screen is dark, the beginning few notes of a song can be heard before it is quickly changed to a different one. This too plays for a brief moment before the song changes once again. After another moment and a few more changes in songs, the camera moves to show Luisa looking into the screen with a deep expression of concentration. Sweat beads along her brow, her cheeks a bit flushed and her hair a little mussed, but nothing really indicates any kind of issue.
She fiddles with the device a bit longer, songs being played and switched in rapid succession, until a particularly upbeat one fills the air, and she considers it for far longer than she had any of the previous ones, before seeming to decide its to her taste. With a satisfied nod, she places the device down, propped up against something to show as Luisa backs away.
By this point anyone watching might realize that Luisa is unaware that her actions are being recorded, as she faces away from the camera while retreating further into the surrounding space. The screen shows a large room made of dark gray stone, almost like a cave, and filled with a variety of work-out equipment; ropes for climbing that dangled from the ceiling, low bars that stretched across the room, and a plethora of weights, both on pulleys and free weights.
She selects two large dumbbells off the floor, heaving out a heavy breath as she stands to her full height and holds the weights at her sides. Even from the distance of the camera, it's easy to see how tense her shoulder muscles are as she flexes one arm, lifting one heavy weight, then the other. It takes her a bit, but eventually she falls into an easy "one, two" rhythm, breathing in and out with each arm curl while music plays in the background.
As the song comes to its end and another one begins, something changes; the rise and lowering of each weight is no longer steady as her movements begin to slow. She doesn't seem to be tired exactly, just...distracted. Her breathing is no longer heavy under the strain of the weights, but it comes out a bit fainter, lighter, and with it a soft sound...she's humming. And as her head bobs a bit and her foot taps, she soon finds a different sort of rhythm.
She places the dumbbells back onto the floor, still humming along to the music as her hips begin to sway. Her steps are experimental at first, trying to find the right movements to match with the song. But like with the weights, it doesn't take long for her body to coordinate, only this time it's under the beat of the music instead of the struggle of the weights. Her movements are strong and sharp, and honestly it's quite a show.
Just as Luisa really loses herself to the music, though, a different face fills the screen. Those that have seen him before would recognize André, who fogs the screen a bit as he sniffs at it. Then he's opening his mouth, and - ]
André, no! Spit that out!
[ Thankfully the feed ends there. ]
WHERE: The network
WHEN: 02/25
WHAT: An accidental video post
WARNINGS: Probably nothing but will update if that changes
[ The first thing that registers on the feed is music; though the screen is dark, the beginning few notes of a song can be heard before it is quickly changed to a different one. This too plays for a brief moment before the song changes once again. After another moment and a few more changes in songs, the camera moves to show Luisa looking into the screen with a deep expression of concentration. Sweat beads along her brow, her cheeks a bit flushed and her hair a little mussed, but nothing really indicates any kind of issue.
She fiddles with the device a bit longer, songs being played and switched in rapid succession, until a particularly upbeat one fills the air, and she considers it for far longer than she had any of the previous ones, before seeming to decide its to her taste. With a satisfied nod, she places the device down, propped up against something to show as Luisa backs away.
By this point anyone watching might realize that Luisa is unaware that her actions are being recorded, as she faces away from the camera while retreating further into the surrounding space. The screen shows a large room made of dark gray stone, almost like a cave, and filled with a variety of work-out equipment; ropes for climbing that dangled from the ceiling, low bars that stretched across the room, and a plethora of weights, both on pulleys and free weights.
She selects two large dumbbells off the floor, heaving out a heavy breath as she stands to her full height and holds the weights at her sides. Even from the distance of the camera, it's easy to see how tense her shoulder muscles are as she flexes one arm, lifting one heavy weight, then the other. It takes her a bit, but eventually she falls into an easy "one, two" rhythm, breathing in and out with each arm curl while music plays in the background.
As the song comes to its end and another one begins, something changes; the rise and lowering of each weight is no longer steady as her movements begin to slow. She doesn't seem to be tired exactly, just...distracted. Her breathing is no longer heavy under the strain of the weights, but it comes out a bit fainter, lighter, and with it a soft sound...she's humming. And as her head bobs a bit and her foot taps, she soon finds a different sort of rhythm.
She places the dumbbells back onto the floor, still humming along to the music as her hips begin to sway. Her steps are experimental at first, trying to find the right movements to match with the song. But like with the weights, it doesn't take long for her body to coordinate, only this time it's under the beat of the music instead of the struggle of the weights. Her movements are strong and sharp, and honestly it's quite a show.
Just as Luisa really loses herself to the music, though, a different face fills the screen. Those that have seen him before would recognize André, who fogs the screen a bit as he sniffs at it. Then he's opening his mouth, and - ]
André, no! Spit that out!
[ Thankfully the feed ends there. ]
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I wasn't ready for people to see
[ The question of her skills aside, maybe that had been the real problem. Because putting herself out there like that was a degree of vulnerability that she may not have been entirely ready for. ]
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[ It's hard to tell if she'd meant to keysmash, or if it was accidentally sent because of the way she's holding her phone while hiding in her bed. But it's still a bit of time before a proper text is sent. ]
Thanks, Mama
[ She's still thoroughly embarrassed about all this, but...there is a part of her, deep down, that's kind of liking the attention. ]
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You're welcome, mi corazon.
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Ah no, it wasn't anything Mama. My hand slipped and it accidentally got sent
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[ While Agustín could often be clumsy, he was very talented when it came to music and dancing. ]
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Gracias Mami. It has been kind of fun seeing so many different styles of dance.
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[ They've been mostly fine on that front so far, but she didn't want to take up what they had on something that felt a bit unnecessary. ]
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You deserve every chance at education that you want, mija.
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Still she hesitated a moment, debating the offer. Things were still a bit too new, and she wasn't sure how their family would even earn money. There were ways, she's sure, but for now she wanted to make sure there would be enough for the family. ]
Maybe not yet? I want to give us time to settle down first, just to make sure we can support ourselves before spending money on things like that.
Plus it'll give me time to think and see about other classes I might like to take.
[ That sounded reasonable, right? If she was going to college to learn, she might as well find other things that she might want to learn about. ]
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But she would try not to fret too much about it, and honestly, the idea of taking some classes was at least something to look forward to. ]
All right. Thanks, Mami.