PrimaBeLLa has a minion!
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Angel the Angelic Puff
Legacy Name: PrimaBeLLa
The Custom Chibi Feli
Age: 14 years, 7 months, 3 weeks
Born: June 9th, 2008
Adopted: 12 years, 10 months, 1 day ago
Adopted: April 5th, 2010
- Level: 84
- Strength: 154
- Defense: 56
- Speed: 61
- Health: 69
- HP: 69/69
- Intelligence: 722
- Books Read: 705
- Food Eaten: 22
- Job: Certified Mad Scientist
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PrimaBella, FIRST LADY of DANCE
Bella has never discarded a pair of ballet slippers, going back to the threadbare pair she wore at four when she had her very first lesson in dance. These hang in a row above her bed, reminders of how far she has come. How far she still has to go.
On this sultry August day, while babies cry in a lackluster way and a neighbor complains loudly about the price of fish, Bella is practicing her routine.
Foot angled and raised to just the right height. Knees bent in regulation-perfect rhythm. Feel the music in your bones and let it take control of your body. Let the lines of your limbs become music itself.
The song cuts out, breaking her concentration. She sighs and moves to the record player, slipping the much-used vinyl into its sleeve with all the love a parent has when they swaddle an infant. The sun is close to setting. Jaxen will be home soon.
There isn't much left in the cold box. She assembles a simple supper of cold cuts and flatbread. Simple fare of no particular flavor but it leaves her time to dream.
In her dream, the lights are just heating up, not quite revealing the shadowy figures of the dancers on stage.
The music starts. The audience ceases to exist.
She IS dance. There are no words to describe the grace, the ferocity, the sheer POWER of the dance. The routine she performs is perfect in every subtle movement. She ends with a flourish, a gesture of the hand perfectly aimed at her idol WinterBear. The Kpop idol is awaiting his turn on the stage. He smiles just for her...
Her fantasy vanishes at the slamming of a door.
"I TOLD you not to buy onions from that cheat in the corner stall. Now what am I to do with these ROTTING and STINKING ONIONS?"
She has to work to suppress a sigh. The Nagorski couple in the next unit over have never been known for peace and quiet. Bella has often questioned in her mind why petite little Zhenya continues to put up with the bullying of her thick-necked husband Nikhil when the man has never worked a day in his life. She keeps these thoughts safely tucked away in her head where they can do her no harm. She cannot understand Jaxen's fear of the man but she respects his opinions. Her brother got them off the streets when their parents died. He is her hero and protector, the one who swears he'll see her name in lights though they can barely afford to keep the lights on.
A softer impact. A tired tread on the stairs. Hoseok is finally home.
He smiles and ruffles her hair, as he always does. She wishes she could give him a thick steak, a steaming potato with a pat of real butter and a thick slice of the apple strudel he loves so much. Someday, she will. When her dream comes true and she is dancing for millions, they will eat well every night.
He is tolerant of her celebrity crush. He falls asleep within five minutes when she turns on the television, mouthing the words to Winterbear's songs under her breath. When the program is over, she hurries over to the phone on the wall. She snatches it from the cradle before the first ring can work up to a full-fledged shriek. She would not wake Hoseok for a bar of gold.
It's Huggles, of course. They chatter for an hour about how CUTE and DREAMY their screen hero is, how he looked simply DIVINE in his black and white tuxedo, his hair a beautiful blueberry color-this time.
At school the next day, they analyze every insignificant detail of his performance. Bella pauses to help a girl whose backpack strap has torn. She always had a soft spot for the little ones, maybe too soft, perhaps regretting the little sister she always wanted but could never have.
They walk home together, pausing to stare longingly at the displays in the candy shop. Bella is partial to cotton candy though she's only had it twice in her life. Huggles could eat her own weight in chocolate.
They part at the end of Bella's block, hugging and whispering conspiratorially about the party they plan to throw in celebration of the upcoming third anniversary of WinterBear's first single release. They'll be the talk of the school for weeks if they can pull this off.
A single envelope is sticking out just above the key hole on their unit's door. Bella feels her heart thumping in the back of her throat. It could be anything, a letter from Hoseok's employer or an eviction notice from the landlord. She will not get her hopes up even if...
The name on the envelope. There's no hiding the truth from herself now. The Paris Opera Ballet.
She hasn't even had the chance to tell Hoseok she applied again. She didn't have the heart to tell him. Not after last year's fiasco. She cried for three days, worrying herself sick over what she had done wrong. Hoseok was so scared for her, he even took a day off of work.
She will not put him through such pain a second time. Whatever the school has decided, she will take it like a woman and keep her pain buried deep.
She slides a finger under the flap of the envelope and hesitates. Takes a deep breath.
"Can't you do ANYTHING right? Does this LOOK like it'll be ready for me to wear to my dinner with Ivanovich? You'll make me the laughingstock of the ENTIRE EMBASSY!" Bella flinches at the sound of a slap. "Now you would feed me your slop? You no doubt poisoned it when my back was turned, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?"
She rips into the envelope before she can lose her nerve. Her scream can be heard a block away. For once, someone is louder than the irascible Nikhil.
The sound brings Hoseok running despite his long hours and the ache in his arms and legs. He bursts through the door to find Bella crying. She places the letter in his hand.
"We are pleased to inform you that your application has been accepted..."
He reads no further, gathering his little sister into his arms, holding her close, as if he will never let her go.
More Credits if you wantPet profile & coding by Paula
Overlay by Necolasa
Story by Pureflower
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Box top bg AceoForYou @ etsy
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