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feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote, @ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

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Tenten | Shot Three whatimpropriety 2009-12-05 08:58 am UTC (link)

From then on, Tenten's life was defined by two specific things: School, for her father. Her grades and success, all for him and his approval. And dance. That was for herself. When she was happy, she would dance. When she was sad, she would dance. When she was angry, she turned up the music as loud as the speakers would allow, and danced as hard as she possibly could. After a fight with her father, a reckless spin had sent her left arm into a bureau, breaking it in two places. Though Chen got angry--hospital bills, Tenten! We don't have the money for this. Why are you so careless?--she couldn't find it within her to feel sorry. She was only sorry that her injury prevented her from any serious dancing for nearly a month and a half. High school glazed by. She graduated in the top of her class, surrounded by encouragement from her peers, her teachers, her close friends, and the rest of the world. The only one who didn't offer encouragement was her father. Though she slowly stopped caring, Tenten never stopped trying to win his favour. Though his words were cutting, and grew sharper over the years, more brutal and abusive as age rotted his heart, she continued to throw herself into her studies, hoping to somehow break through the wall he'd used to seal her away from him. Eventually, it even stopped hurting when she failed every time--even when she presented him a scholarship to a good college; one close to home, too. "Baba, we won't even have to spend money on a dorm. I can walk to school. I'll get a job and help pay for the apartment, to help you along. Isn't it great?" Chen was not a drinking man. He did not typically get drunk, or intake any large amount of substance. There was nothing that could be blamed on his ill treatment of his daughter but his own self, and for some reason, that made him resent her more. He wasn't the bad guy! It was all Eliza's fucking fault. She was in her Junior year of college when they had their final clash. Tenten came home after a party--it wasn't anything off of the norm, hardly unexpected, but it was different. Different because there were three streaks of red in her hair, stained with temporary dye at the insistence of one of her classmates. They were subtle against the warm brunette, but still very, very there. When Chen saw them, he thought of her mother, and flew into a rage. After telling her just how worthless she was, explaining to her--in detail--how much he wished that he had just given her whore of a mother the money to have her miserable existence removed from his life, he kicked her out, and told her never to come back again. Tenten was given a half hour to pack, and that was the last time she ever saw her father. She cried for approximately two days after he abandoned her. Her friend let her crash in her dorm--it was the least she could do, once she found out Tenten's father had kicked her out because of the hair dye she had applied. When those two days were up, Tenten stopped crying, washed her reddened face, and went to dance class. She wouldn't want to miss a lesson, after all. Thanks to her job in a fast food restaurant, Tenten was able to scrape by. She began auditioning for dancing roles in different revenue, hoping to bring in extra money. She rented an apartment--one more shoddy than her previous one--and continued going to dance lessons. Without her father to impress, her grades dropped, no longer a focus. Staying alive was more important than maintaining a 4.0. But she let them slip too far, neglected one too many essays, was just too tired from shaking her ass at a camera in the background of some half-rate musician's music video, and she ended up losing her scholarship. Without it, she couldn't afford to pay for the rest of her college. Tenten was forced to drop out. Dancing became her world. It kept her alive; kept the breath in her lungs and her head on her shoulders. But jobs were hard to find, and running the drive through at McDonald's was hardly a decent means of supporting herself. As money became more and more tight, she was forced to cut back on all sorts of expenses--food, clothing, heat, anything so that she wouldn't have to stop going to her dance lessons. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Tenten | Shot Four whatimpropriety 2009-12-05 09:03 am UTC (link)

Once desperation set in, she began auditioning for more raunchy spots, things she once swore to avoid, things she once found degrading. It was still dance, though, and throwing herself into the passion of movement helped her to ignore her weeping pride. She carried on. Tenten found herself unwillingly being pulled further and further down the ranks, until someone told her of a place. They gave her a recommendation and a business card, and told her that she had talent. "You have what it takes to go places in this business, sweetcheeks." [She hadn't appreciated the nickname, but it was hardly within her priorities to reinforce formality.] It was somewhere she had once sworn she'd never work. A level she was loath to stoop to. She did it, anyway. "You're hired." Getting a job had never felt quite so much like being punched in the stomach. For a second, and then several seconds following that, Tenten wished that she had been refused. Really, truly wished, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair, prayed with all her heart that when she opened them again, the Man at the Desk would be frowning, and letting her down gently. She willed that to be the truth, but when she blinked the darkness out of her eyes, all she saw was a pleasant smile. Fuck. Fuck. So she went home, and she screamed and cried for about half an hour. Then she sat on her bed, told herself she was an idiot, and went to sleep. She showed up for work bright and early the following Monday. Personality, Likes & Dislikes: When she isn't desperately trying to please her father, Tenten is normally a very independent girl. With a mind nearly as strong as her will, she doesn't compromise, and she doesn't let anyone walk over her. She is extremely intelligent, and takes pride in this, because intelligence and cunning is everything in their society, which proves to the world that her father was lying when he told her she was worthless. Okay, so she does have a bit of a daddy complex. Tenten loves her father and wishes that he felt the same about her, and it sometimes takes her a while to remember that she has more balls than he does and ignore his unjustified verbal abuse. Despite her financial situation, she has mentally improved since being away from him. Without constant insults she doesn't have to worry about her personal demons attacking her when she isn't looking. The comfort gained from not needing to be on guard all the time allows her the confidence necessary to survive her suddenly tumultuous and questionable life. She loves research and learning, and values knowledge above most things. Tenten has no patience for lazy or weak-minded individuals, and often jumps to harsh conclusions regarding those who she views as whiny or pathetic. She doesn't really try to be vicious, but scorn comes naturally when she thinks someone deserves it. Tenten’s general philosophy on people is that she loves everyone until they cause problems for her or her friends. She’ll give anyone a first chance, but once you break her trust or upset her, she can hold a fierce grudge, and an even fiercer blade—but that’s only when she’s very angry. Most try to generally avoid that. Years of dancing have made Tenten a force to be reckoned with in a fight, and she always has a switchblade on her, just in case she needs it. She finds the presence of knives soothing, and doesn't feel safe unless she is carrying one. Or four. She tends to get along with anyone, of any personality. Tenten is versatile when it comes to people, and her pleasant disposition makes being around her enjoyable. She is affectionate and friendly, and while sometimes she can get too aggressive in her dealings with others, she always does it because she cares, whether she's holding a crying friend, or delivering a well-deserved punch to the face. Though she tends to get very 'mother tiger' when those she loves are threatened, Tenten is not the most nurturing individual alive. She doesn't tend to coddle, and is sooner to grab someone by the shoulders and shake them furiously than scold them quietly. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Tenten | Shot Five whatimpropriety 2009-12-05 09:11 am UTC (link)

In terms of humor, she's all sarcasm and dry wit, with a few terribly unfunny jokes spritzed into the mix. She laughs loudly and giggles often, always making sure never to put on a front that is at all too serious. She can be quite the mature adult when necessary, but she is rambunctious and gleeful when time allows. Practicality is a dominant trait of Tenten's. She thinks in straight lines rather than circles, and she is not so goodnatured that she allows impulse and recklessness to overtake her actions. That she always takes time to think things through is a trait Tenten prides herself in, and she does very little to compromise this. She does what is necessary when it's necessary. Though she is very prideful, she isn't too much so that she cannot ask for help when she needs it, or sacrifice her ridiculous concepts of propriety in lieu of surviving. Though she is hardly the type of woman to have sex--or indulge in anything sexual--for money, Tenten is not particularly sentimental about sex. One could call her casual, with the amused way which she approaches intimacy. She loves kissing her friends, and being able to fool around with people she doesn't view in a romantic light is something she views as a strengthening of bonds. She is inclined to flirt with anyone, male of female, that she finds attractive, and does it in the name of good humour and cordiality. It isn't often that she pursues romantic relationships in seriously, as she is far too playful to be tied down by someone overprotective, and she is wary of that particular connection taking hold in her life. Tenten has had boyfriends and girlfriends and she's loved them all the same, but they've never crossed the 'fun' line and gone into 'serious business.' She much prefers it to stay that way, especially given her new line of work. When it comes to being body-shy, Tenten is the opposite of that, as far away as one can be. She doesn't care who sees her or when, though she did get nervous when first starting her work as a dancer. In public situations Tenten is about as open as a door with the lock broken, though not necessarily unguarded. No, she has her defenses, and behind the broken door are a few machine guns ready to take anyone down who'd dare try to hurt her in any way. The only person she's ever tolerated abuse from is her father, and she doesn't intend to change that any time soon. Tenten is warm, dedicated, and likes to think of herself as easy to approach. She loves exercise and food, and while she normally abstains from unhealthy substances, she isn't unknown to drink, or have a cigarette or two every once in a while. Drugs aren't particularly her cup of tea, since they always give her monster headaches and she doesn't like feeling disoriented, but she could honestly care less about anyone else who indulges in them of their own will. Different strokes for different folks, after all. There is a soft spot in her heart for Chinese mythology and history, and she particularly loves stories about dragons, fighters, and strong female historical figures. She has a tattoo on her back of two Chinese dragons stretching from her shoulders downward, one that she got in honour of her affinity for the mythical creatures. A good way to get on her bad side would be to display any sort of sexism or prejudice, or to be unnecessarily foul or rude. [At least, in a non-endearing way.] She hates pretension, and obnoxia even more, though she sometimes tends to succumb to both when she isn't minding herself well enough. She doesn't like being dirty, and if forced to remain such for too long, will default into a nervous obsessive stage where she is insistent on getting herself clean, and will do anything to accomplish this, even if there is blood involved. Beyond a doubt, she is a nicer person than most, and it is not hard to keep her happy. Even when she is provoked, her anger is often very superficial and shallow, and doesn't last more than an hour or two, depending on the seriousness of the offense. She is open and cheery and forever the optimist, something that can be found rather irritating at times, but Tenten just smiles in those situations. How better to deal with a bad day than to laugh in its face, and tell it to go fuck itself? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Tenten | Shot Six whatimpropriety 2009-12-05 09:14 am UTC (link)

Sample Post: First Person Well, I can't say I never anticipated that it'd come to this, I just... hoped it wouldn't. Can't be too permanent though. It's good money, and more or less easy money. At least I'm not a stripper. Not technically. The Man at the Desk said that I was an erotic dancer. Which I think is just a fancy term for a stripper who doesn't necessarily have to take her clothes off. I wonder if I'll have to give lapdances. On the bright side, maybe I'll get the guys who are into the weird sadomasochistic fetishes where they like their balls being stomped on. I can do that! I've heard that there are all sorts of people who will pay out the ass for girls to do freaky shit, and oddly enough, most of it isn't all that degrading. I'm not gonna lick some guy's shoe or anything, but hey. Isn't there some sort of rule out there that if it exists, someone fetishizes it? I think that I can avoid wearing skirts as long as I wear... slutty short shorts, which isn't ideal, but I'm not exactly in a position to be choosy. I still feel the dread, though. They'll make me wear them somehow. Reminder to self: Buy jazz pants. Lots of jazz pants. If guys think they're getting a peek up my clothes, they're very, very wrong. ... if only baba could see me now. He'd probably say I was just like my mother. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Tenten | Shot Seven whatimpropriety 2009-12-05 09:18 am UTC (link)

Third Person Nerves surged under her skin, and if they had been snakes they would have coiled and hissed and writhed in discontent, mimicking the way her fingers twisted in the fringe of one of her arm bands. Tenten couldn't remember the last time she'd worn this little clothing in public. It was small, way too small, and low-cut, exposing all of her midriff, starting directly beneath her breasts. Her pants could hardly be called pants, because aside from the opaque black bikini cut that covered the essentials, they were entirely fishnet. Vulnerability was not something Tenten specialized in, but if anyone took a picture of her right now, she thought she'd make a good poster child. Both of her arms folded over her bare stomach and she shivered, staring nervously around her, as if she expected some kind of attack. She felt like a hooker. Tenten had never performed live before. Not like this, anyway. She didn't think musical theatre was quite the same as flaunting her body in a brothel for hundreds of faceless people to ogle and lust after. The idea of someone lusting after her was actually rather preposterous, because Tenten had never considered herself particularly attractive. Sure, she was cute enough to score a guy when she was in the mood, and no lesbian she'd ever met had ever expressed disapproval in her outwardly appearance. But it was a new concept all the same, one that would take... some time to get used to. Her shoulders shook again, and Tenten wished that her shirt--could it even be called that? It was more like a bloody bra--had sleeves. Was it really that cold in here, or was that just her nerves? A woman who had gone on stage about ten minutes earlier strutted out, perched precariously atop two ruby-red stilettos that laced up to her knees. Shit, was the only thing that could echo through Tenten's head as the woman approached her. That means it's my turn now, isn't it? When the other dancer addressed her, it took longer than it should usually take for her to make her vocal chords work long enough to produce an answer. Her tiny, "Yes?" came out a squeak. "You're up, dollface," the woman said with a wry smile. "Break a leg." Then, she strutted away, somehow materializing a pack of cigarettes into her open palm as she sauntered in the direction of the door, presumably to indulge in a smoke. Tenten thought she might have to beg one off of someone once she was done. When she tried to stand, her legs almost buckled beneath her, but she reprimanded herself. You're strong. Suck it the fuck up, you can do this. Getting her footing, she wiggled around a bit on her uncomfortable shoes--thick heeled, because every time she tried to walk in stilettos, she nearly broke something. The entrance to the stage was like a yawning, ominous cavern that swore to eat her if she dared try an approach it, but she was about to miss her cue, and... and... Darkness. She closed her eyes, and stepped forward. It was only the comfort of the thin switchblade tucked neatly between her breasts that gave Tenten the courage to resist running away, and walk out onto the stage. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ACCEPTED!! feelgoodmods 2009-12-07 05:38 pm UTC (link)
	Welcome to Feel Good, INC.! You'll find everything you need to get settled in right here! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	doublehelix 2009-12-07 05:57 pm UTC (link)
	WHOOOT. ALSO Between the time I posted my app and now, I changed my PB from Nami Tamaki to Lee Hyori. Just FYI. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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