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Kiva was looking forward to teacher her first class but these very first ones were more house keeping classes, measuring for leotards, tights and slippers, getting to know the students and to be able to tell at what level she could place them. Some would question her about such a class and she was ready to tell them about her sister and how she thought that through ballet one could gain better control of their bodies and hopefully make it easier with their abilities and powers.

When the first class entered, she had them pair up and handed them a pad, pen and measuring tape.
She had the students measure each other for the leo's, tights and slippers. Once that was done. She asked everyone their name. She went on to explain the studium rules such as no talking, what to wear in class and what was expected of them.

With that she asked them to line up in front of the mirrors on the barre, everyone to hold up an arm to those in front of them and take a small step back to get the proper space between each student.

She took her stick and tapped it on the ground proclaiming that class has started. When she did not hear anyone reply, she told them that they should reply "Yes Madam Kia" this was only at the start of class they had to do this or when she asked a student a question.

She tapped the stick again and the class responded. "Thank you my children, we will now teach you to make music with your bodies."

With that she showed the positions for the steps, one, two, three, four, five, six and rest.
"Good, Lets do 10 sets of these positions, follow the beat, ready?" With that she tapped the stick slowly and said one, two, three, four, five, six and rest.

"Very good, go have some water and take 10 minuets break, then come back and we will do some simple stretches" Kiva told the class with a warm inviting smile.

After the break she had them again line up on the barre and have them put their arms above their heads and bend forward, up and back. "Follow the beat now for five sets" Madam Kia tapped the stick in a rythmic fashion. After that she had them turn and do another five sets following the beat of her stick.

After showing them a few more stretches she explained that the end of each class she would have a question period where the students could ask question about the class, this was the only time they could talk in class unless she asked them a question directly.

"I hope you enjoyed your first class and I hope that your leo's will be in soon." Madam Kia then asked the class if they had any questions.

**All students are required to attend class, so read and reply please.** (only if you want to -Calico x)

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Ballet class! Ivy could not be more excited for a class, it was something she already enjoyed and was looking forward to it. Lucky for Ivy she had some fulltards and she planned to wear one to class, maybe that nice light blue number? Yeah, leg warmers, shorts and a light sweater. She knew she would not be able to wear her choice of leo's but still it would be nice to show up to the first class in one.

She arrived at class early and saw who must be the teacher busy with her paper work that was spread out on the ground in front of her. Ivy went up to the barre and started to work on her stretches bending all the back and placing her hands on the grounds.

Madam Kia had looked up when she saw someone enter the studium, she gathered her papers and put them in her bag that she would put in the corner by the piano. "Welcome!" Madam Kia said to the student beaming a bright smile.

Ivy stood back up and held out her hand "I'm Ivy Nelson, nice to meet you Madam" with that she gave a slight ballet bow.

"Madam Ivy, I see you have some background in ballet? yes?" Madam Kia asked the thin girl with a heart shaped face and quite a main of hair that was held in place with a band. "I love that leo, sadly you need to wear the class supplied ones when we get them in, ok?"

Ivy nodded "Yes, I preform as a contortionist and take some ballet classes and yes we got the notices about class attire and expectations." she said to Madam Kia

Just as another student walked in, Ivy went back to the barre and made herself look busy. as Madam Kia went to go meet the new student.

Class was easy of course the first day and for Ivy is was easy but it was still a nice class and she went up to Madam Kia after class and thanked her for all she was doing.

[Keaira Matthews]

You should know you're beautiful, just the way you are

Ballet? Seriously? Ballet was literally the epitome of prissiness and girlishness. It was a genre of dance that demanded grace, poise, flexibility, discipline... all things that Keaira hadn't an ounce of. One of the more rigid dance styles, ballet didn't merely require rhythm and coordination but a very specific body type which was one of many reasons that Keke found placing such a course on the curriculum a paractice in absurdity. However making said class obligatory...well that was just cruel.

How on earth was prancing about in a form fitting leotard and flimsy skirt supposed to teach her how to better manage her ability? Particularly, when her ability was far more mental then physical anyway. Naturally, her protests against such a frivolous waste of her time had fallen on deaf ears as it would seem that not everyone shared her disdain for the subject. Indeed many of her classmates of a more delicate nature, her roommate included were thrilled at the offering and bounced happily into the dance studio. Keke on the other hand, insisted on adopting the gait of one being led to their own execution as she entered.

Having been prohibited from wearing jewelry, the brunette couldn't be sure whether she was early or the instructor was simply unprepared as the older woman had initially been seated on the ground with paperwork strewn about her prior to her roomate's entrance. Being the social butterfly that she was Ivy had strolled right up to the teacher and introduced herself, while Keaira hung back feeling more awkward and out of place than she ever had before. Perhaps, it was best that the instructor's attention had been solely focused on her roommate for the time being as she hopefully missed the near face plant that had just happened as the teen tripped over her untied shoelaces.


Grumbling, the teenager sank into a squat as she retied her laces with a hint of rosiness filtering into her cheeks. As she returned to an upright position, Keke noted that more students had begun filing in making it much easier to distinguish the experienced dancers from the newbies as most had shown up in a leotard and tights or at the least a tank top and shorts. Finding herself definitively in the latter group, Keke had shown up in a black and white jersey with black tights and a pair of all white doc martens. Her wavy hair had been messily drawn back into a low ponytail that several wisps of hair were desperately trying to escape.

The sixteen year old shook her head in disapproval as she overheard the teacher inform Ivy that she would have to wear a class supplied leotard going forward. Keaira knew that by now she should be accustomed to educational institutions' obsession with stamping out individuality, but she was still disappointed. Prior to the official start of class, the students had begun stretching in ways that seemed to invoke sympathy cramps within her own muscles and ligaments. Tragically, as painful as watching the other students performing advanced stretches had been, doing the stretches that the teacher taught them was infinitely worse as Keaira was certain that bodies were simply not designed to bend that way.

Still, somehow Keaira managed to maintain her balance throughout the entire class so she supposed that was a win in some regard.

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[Melody Newton]

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I NEED TO COME DOWN

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[attr="class","nikki109"]As had become her habit, Melody arrived five minutes late, she'd been tempted to be even later, particularly for this lesson. Five minutes was enough to let the teachers know that she didn't care about the lessons, but not so much that they could realistically reprimand her without seeming unreasonable. It was carefully calculated to show that she wouldn't simply be quietening down and doing what was asked of her.

She wasn't dressed properly either, she vaguely remembered getting a notice from the class teacher, and immediately screwing it up and tossing it in the bin. That was probably why she was dressed in jeans and a crop top that her father would definitely have disapproved of.

She glanced up at the teacher's voice, "Madam Melody, please be advised of the class time, please do not be late again."

Melody rolled her eyes, but said nothing, although she had to stifle a snort of laughter when the teacher started talking about making music with their bodies. "You're joking right?"

Madam Kiva didn't say anything, but she did give Melody a stern look, which Melody was entirely unimpressed by. She'd been given more stern looks than most, and her father's could probably make a Navy Seal quake. This ballet teacher didn't have a hope.

She watched as the positions they were expected to follow were demonstrated, then as most of her classmates did as instructed Melody went straight to rest. She stood, slightly awkwardly, staring around her at the rest of her classmates. Slowly a smile grew on her face, until she allowed herself to laugh at the positions the other students were putting themselves in.

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No way am I dancing...

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[Ed Reynolds]

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[attr="class","edreynolds"]Ed had been pretty nervous about his upcoming ballet lesson – terrified mostly that he would make a fool of himself in front of his classmates in such a way that would make them think he was just an idiot, rather than an amusing goofball. He was far too gangly and inflexible, which Ivy could testify to after trying and failing to teach him the basics of contortion, and it was a combination which would not serve him well in a class aiming to emphasise control and grace.

Ed had been so nervous, in fact, that he’d just completely forgotten about it. It was only when he looked at his timetable to check what he had for the next lesson that he remembered, and by then it was far too late to go all the way back to his room and change out of his skinny jeans into… what? Pyjama bottoms? Ed didn’t really do trousers that you could freely move around in.

So he set off for ballet (ugh) in his skinny jeans, fighting every urge to just bunk it entirely. Ed didn’t want to make a name for skiving lessons; it would draw more attention than he wanted from the school senior management – which was precisely zero, if he could help it.

He lined up with a group of boys, more out of habit than preference, but noticed a few friendly faces amongst the girls as they shuffled in. Ivy had already arrived, fully clad in appropriate dance attire and already stretching at the side of the room. Her roommate, meanwhile, was looking decidedly less prepared. Ed knew her name – Keke – but he hadn’t been properly introduced to her yet. Still, he smiled at her when he saw her, offering a small wave to both girls.

The beginning of the session was kind of amusing. Ed was partnered up with another guy and instructed to measure him up for their impending ballet uniforms. Neither of them were exactly thrilled about the prospect, and Ed spent most of the time reading out ridiculous measurements in the hope that his partner might actually be supplied with a sumo wrestler’s ballet kit. Somehow, he doubted it.

Then they had to line up in front of mirrors and follow her instructions. Yet another familiar face – Melody – had appeared. Just like Keke, she didn’t seem to be hiding a secret double life as a ballerina. In fact, she was even more upfront about her disinterest, and Ed couldn’t help but join her in sniggering at Madam Kia’s announcement that they would be making “music” with their “bodies”.

He stayed silent about it though, not wanting to cause a further scene, and proceeded to follow the class as best he could. Ivy, of course, was flourishing – maybe even a little bored by the simplicity of it. Keke at least managed to stay upright and, though she wasn’t a hidden ballet star, she looked cute as she tried to keep up with the teacher’s instructions.

Ed did not look cute – nor did he manage to stay completely upright. The skinny jeans were a true hindrance and Ed found himself gripping to the barre for dear life before he actually ended up flat on his arse. The ten-minute breather was a gift from the gods. Unsurprisingly, the majority of his fellow male students were feeling equally embarrassed about the whole thing. Such is the fragility of schoolboys.

He managed to make it through the rest of the class without total disaster and left as quickly as he could before anyone had the chance to mock him. Melody in particular would likely have a few amusing words to throw his way if she’d had the chance. She’d probably save them for their next science class.

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After the first class Kiva was starting to rethink her strict routine. It was fine for aspiring ballarinas and maybe one or two of her students would do well in a standard class for ballet. However, these students weren't ballarinas nor were they standard students. Kiva wanted to help these youth not make them turn their noses up at what she was trying to do to help them.

Kivas first class would also be a rather interesting mix of students and abilities in terms of flexibility and what they could do in controlling their bodies.

Ivy Nelson - ballet and gymnastic background, self taught contortionist. Extremely flexible.

Kealra Matthews - Seems ok with class, quite and followed directions.

Melody Newton - Late to class, failed to follow directions, talked back in class.

Ed Reynolds - Not flexible at all, did not follow class in simple stretches.

Two Students either didn't show or were excused.

Kiva would try to do something a little less strict to help students, she did not want what happened to her sister to happen to any of them. In a way she was taking these students under her wing and all she wanted to do was help them and be there for them.

She would send out a message that every other week, students could wear what they wanted within reason of a ballet class, the only thing she did require was the ballet shoes, one so they don't scratch the floor and they don't slip. Talking at a whisper could be done in the last 10 minuets of class.

Kiva felt good about her class of students and hoped the next class would be a good one.
After writing notes on each student in her book, she set up the plan for the next class.

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