The Case of the Stolen Pump (Hilde/Open)

[Jayr Byrne]

Cases like these were rare

Rare enough to be misconstrued as fabled chance or fate. Though being like Jayr she didn't necessarily believe too much in fate it was all just random occurrence and random selection, everything all too random for her liking so she made it how she wanted it. And more often then not got just that.

Dance Class Tuesday afternoon was the start of something great, or so had been imagined at the start, limbering up in a leotard Jayr set out prepared to kick some people's asses as dancing. Fighting the urge to get all nitty gritty into things she decided grace was the best perspective to this scene. Shirking her pump heels for today and leaving them to dangle out of a shared locker in the girl's changing room Jayr lividly sprung into action bouncing happily into the room when she saw it.

The dancing instructor, referred to as it by Jayr because of the creeping hairy back and chest that gave off the impersonation of the movie "Teen Wolf" except this was her thirty years later with an overbite and a serious case of cross-eye.

"Alright class, show me your finest today is about tact and grace."

A roll of Jayr's eyes in the back of her skull, Ms. Teen Wolf wouldn't know either of those things so it was probably best to half-ass the overall showing and slow things down a measure for her not so attentive wandering gaze.

"Excellent, excellent," The left eye locking on Jayr while the right focused on the clipboard searching for a name, "Jayr Great job glad to have you from Chicago I once saw a ballet there."

"Thats nice..." Jayr smiled in return a completely rude phrasing despite the look of tranquility on her features.

"Alright well class is shortened today due to strikes but I'll see you all Thursday." A short wave to the class as Jayr skipped off dimly observant of any passerby.

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A crowd of girls looked around with great effort at the ransacked mess that was the locker room, a scattered array of clothes and equipment. It was an up-roaring mess. A mess to which Jayr felt un-panicked that was until she notice.

"Where in the hell is my HEEL!!!" She let out a shriek enraged to the point she'd blow someone up grabbing the nearest girl by the throat and turning red in the face.

[Hildegard Merquise]

There was a question, why was she in dance class? She was geeky, there was no way she could dance. Actually, Hilde had two left feet, when she wasn't stumbling, she was flat on her face on falling on her butt. Either way, it was painful, VERY painful. Why was she sticking with the class? Well, because it was too late to say: FUCK IT and go home. Yeaaahhhhhh, there was no chance of freedom for her at the time. She embarrassed herself in front of the class, once again which killed her on the inside again. BUT anything you can walk away from, is not a failure....Right? RIGHT?!!

Walking away from the dance area, Hilde would head back to the change room. To change and once again free herself from torment of the class. Perhaps skip her next one and enjoy some coffee..Or perhaps a freezing cold beverage. Oh yes, that sounded amazing. Smiling, the girl pranced happily into the locker room, ignoring the chuckles and comments made in low voices by her classmates. They didn't matter. They were jerks...after all..They are dancers....bah...princesses..the whole lot of them.

Just as she found her bag, the girl went to grab her clothes. Only to be grabbed by a mad woman screaming about her missing...shoe? Her classmate's hand gripped tightly around her neck, Hilde watched as she grew red in the face. She was angry, there was no doubt about it. SCARY WOMEN AND THEIR SHOES!!!

Cool it princess, don't get your panties in a bunch. You might faint.

Words only thought, never said. Saphir's ways were far different than Hilde's. The red haired girl nervously smiled as she tried to find her words. Who wouldn't be scared silent in the face of an angry hellcat. Perhaps not the nicest way to think of things, but oh well.

"I don't have you shoe! I don't even wear heels."Hilde spoke quickly, she was scared,"I can help you! if you let go!"

please say yes... please say yes... please say yes... please say yes... please say yes... please say yes... please say yes... please say yes...please say yes... please say yes... please say yes... please say yes...please say yes... please say yes...

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[Jayr Byrne]

Change of Face

Furious was short of what she truly was, you see Jayr had a thing for heels where most little girls were clingy and affectionate to stuffed animals and their fairytale princes coming to rescue them, her focus was on heels and strong women that she simply idolized in the world, sure she couldn't name them off hand but give her twenty-four hours to study and hit the books and she'd come back to you with a college thesis filled to the brim.

"I don't have you shoe! I don't even wear heels."

Eyes narrowed on the scared red-headed girl in front of her trying to deduce the fact down to its base roots and find out if she was telling the truth or not. Always with these women and their cat games and stealing. Clearly they were jealous. But she did have pretty hair, but that didn't mean she was going to get away with this.

"I can help you! if you let go!"

The masks shifted abruptly from the tempered sadistic bitch to the happy go lucky flirt. "Ohh would you be so kind, I feel like a part of me is missing without my other heel it just doesn't make sense why someone would do such a thing."

Jayr rabbled off quickly holding up her other heel to give the red-head a better image of what her missing heel looked like. The personal space barrier broken now as Jayr took the time to pat the girl's arm and side in a suggestively friendly manner.

"I thinks he did it!" Jayr quickly pointed to a girl across the room without taking in a breath. The girl she directed towards was most readily described as a "runner-up" or "2nd Prettiest" as she stood there hand on her hip with a laughing manner before a break and looking onto them with curiosity.

"See! She looked its obviously her and shes waiting for me to get mad and ruin my day." Jayr sat at the bench pouting a limp hand carting the heel over her shoulder.