About this time no one else but him was up to train like on every other day, so Emilio enjoyed to have the dance room for himself once more. He didn’t like to train with the other workers, most of them couldn’t just mind their own business and distracted him from work. Observing his moves in the mirrored wall he repeated them a few times to the beat of the music, but he slept pretty bad the last night and so they looked untypically sloppy. He broke his dancing and stopped the music to peruse his choreography by a dry run, step by step and like he expected it worked way better. He flashed a sanguinely smirk at his mirror-self. Finally a good result to encourage him in improving his dancing skills. Maybe it would look even better if he gained more muscles? He just thought of some of other more muscularity workers, being a sore temptation just by one look. Emilio was sporty, close on the edge of athletic but still a bit too lanky for being that tall. But well, spending his free time more in gaining muscles would only effort more work, so at last it was just good like it was at the moment. He had enough time to do outwork but for now he was pretty proud of increasing his already good dancing skills. Satisfied he grabbed his water bottle and turned the music on again, swaying freely to the music while drinking and enjoying the empty room.
Alex hummed to herself as she strolled around the halls, an old lullaby she remembers her mother always siing her to sleep with whenever she'd wake up from a nightmare. Which... happend way to often when she was still kid, but eventually she stopped being scared, having reached the point of beign to used to those crazy dreams. Too bad she couldn't tell the diference to a nice dream or ngithmare anymore though... Just proved that her mind was a wild, crazy mess lacking any sesne whatsoever. Wonder what Kilian's up to, she thougth to herself, trying to ignore that paranoid part of her saying how dangerous it was for her to wander around alone. Raped and murderd, that side kept yelling at her. That's how you'll end up. She whined to herself, whising she knew how to stop thinking for a moment. Hearing music sudenly play further down the hall, Alex took this chance to distract herself, and followed the sound until reaching the room where it came from. Opening the door carefully, she peeked inside, whislting quietly to herself as she took the room in. She had heard this place had a dance room, although the dances in itself that they were forced to learn, weren't exactly waltz. Everything they did in here, was to please and excite the custumres. Alex shudderd at the thought, uncapable of picturing herself doing any of those stuff. Stepping fully insde the room, her hazel eyes landed on the dancer, for a moment taking her breathe away as she found herself unable to look away. This guy, with the way he moved, was surealy a pro when it came to 'excite' someone....
Suddenly feeling observed Emilio looked up from his self-engrossed moves and his eyes landed on a girl who just stuck her head in the door and entered the room. Giving her a curious look he turned the music a bit quieter and said blandly: “Well, hello there… I didn’t expect anyone would like to train at the same time.” He played with his bottle and came a few steps closer. “I’m not used of sharing the stereo equipment, so I fear you have to endure my music.” He surveyed her from top to bottom while taking a sip of water, still swaying a bit to the background sound. She had a pretty cute face and must be at the same age like him, more or less and he actually intended to ask the girl who she was, but just in the same instant he recognized her. A guessing smirk showed up on his face. “Hey… I know you, you are the girl who is always running into people, right?” He started to snicker and choked a bit on his water. “Yeah! You’re the one who almost whacked this guy in the garden and stumbled over your own feet.” He cheerfully shook his head and took another pull on the bottle, just remembering this moment. He knew her face looked familiar. What a pleasant coincidence she just emerged to his daily training.
Alex tensed up for a second when he began walking towards her, tempted to turn and walk right back out fot he door. She forced herself to relax however, mentally scolding herself for being such a coward and thinking everyone might be out to get her. Kilian was the living proof that not everyone were racist murders in here after all.... right? Her small string of confidence though quickly vanished when the guy surveyed her from top to bottom , and recognition seemed to hit him. She bit her lip when he apparently did know who she was, starting to think that maybe running out the door was the better idea. "Uh... You saw that...?" she chuckled nervously, not recall seeing anyone else in the gardens except for ehr and Kilian. ....stalker alert?! "I don't remember seeing yo- Never mind! Sorry I disturbed you!" she apologized, starting to turn around.
Emilio sneered a bit at the girl, but still in a benignly way. “Just because you didn’t see someone doesn’t mean that there was no one.” She should better keep this in mind. In this place one should be wary every time. When she turned away in the same instant he asked himself if he said something wrong or made her feel uncomfortable, but to be honest, he didn’t mind it too seriously. Quickly he passed her with a few large steps and got in her way while still moving slightly backwards so she had enough space to walk on. “Wow, are you gonna leave yet? Too bad, I hoped you’d show me some of your moves, Hazel-Eyes”, he said with a roguish look and pointing around them. “It’s pretty rarely to have this room for your own, you should better take advantage of it.” He stopped right in front of the door, planting himself in front of her to his full height and glanced down on her, being so small and evasive it made him smile again. Blocking the exit in this way he folded his arms over his chest and bowed his head eagerly.
Wow, she thought unamused, her nervous smile faltering and getting replaced with a ligth frown instead. Way to make me feel stupider than I already am. Of course she knew this guy had a point, but she honestly hadn't seen anyone else back at the gardens! At least not out in plain view! Had he been hiding then? Beacuse Alex asn't blind... Just a bit distracted... She jerked back a bit when he blocked her way, and pouted up unamused at the guy, placing her hands on ehr hips and giving him a dissaproving look. She's been throguh with to much shit to try and keep up the friendly and shy mask at this point. "I have two left feet, so i've no moves besides tripping over myself to show you. Which you apparently already seen," she huffed, holding back a small blush at the nickname. "I'd rather NOT practice on dances that I'll be using to whore myself out with," she dryly replie,d grimacing at the mere thought of it. Nope, nope, NOPE. Like hell she was gonna do any of that, she didn't even like wearing shorts beacuse she felt uncomfortabel showing off her legs. Wathing him move again, she could only gape in disbelif when he planted himself infrotn fo the door, now compeltely blocking her way out of the room. "I said no dancing for me!" she whined, giving him a pleading look. "...please move out of the eay?"
Emilio listened interested to what she had to say, but still sneering at her – now more than before. With this attitude she wouldn’t persevere for long. He met a bunch of workers during the last years with the same problem and he understood them, but they only caused avoidable trouble, it was enough to say those guys ended up pretty disappointed. Her following plea made him blink several times before he gave her a slightly amused look.
“Uhm… nope?! I’m not sure if you’re fully aware of your position in this game, this is not how it works.” With a few steps coming closer he managed to repulse her backwards in the room again, not even in a threatening way, only pointing out the unpleasant facts. “It’s not like you have a choice. If you don’t want to freely, they force you – and trust me, they have pretty nasty ways to make you even plead for ‘whoring’ yourself. Either you play the game or you suffer the consequences.” He gave up his superior posture and put his hands in his back pockets. “The quicker you learn how to follow the rules the less you have to fear. Be good in what you do and you’ll get what you deserve and the other way around, you understand? If you need help, okay, just ask the right guys who are not up to kill or rape you. But sooner or later you will dance. And the rest. Whether they’ll make you or not. It’s your choice, Hazel-eyes.” That was nothing but the truth and he said it without any glee or malice but honesty. Maybe he counted to the rare sort of workers who didn’t really suffer from what they were doing. He could have ended way worse than seducing people, this was something at least he was good at.
Alex felt her eye twitch at the flat out rejection to her pleading, but instead of cowring down in fear and looking as if about to cry, she felt all of her pent up anger and frutrastion starting to well up and threatning to spill over. She crossed her amrs stubbornly across her chest, unwillingly admitting that the guy was right with all the facts he was pointing out. And what's more, he didn't seem to concerned about this himself! It was like as if... as if... he actually didn't mind it here?! "I have a name!" she suddenly burst out, not meaning to sound so rude or angry but, well... she was! What's the point fo trying to keep up the sweet and kind act if she would eventuall only end up like the rest of the workers here? She inhaled deeply, willing her temper to cool down before looking Trixx straight in the eye again. "My name's Alexandra Eld, Alex for short, but for this place i've been given the name 'Lilium'. Pretty as that may be I prefer my actual name. Which, you probably already know Mr. Dancer. And while I'm a clutz, slow in the head, easily distracted and afriad of pretty much anything, I am NOT stupid." She huffed, pouting up at the guy with a stubborn look, not really knowing why she suddenly burst out all that, but god damn it it felt good to let out some of that furstration out. "And my choice? I know for a fact that they'll break me here... I'm not strong in any sense or manner, but I won't either just lay down and surrender without giving these 'employers' a hard time," she smiled. "That, is my choice. may be a prisoner, but it's stil my life i'm living, no one, not even this dog collar on me, can change that."
Damn!, Emilio thought with a flashing glance at Alex. She’s spirited underneath her doll face. What a nice feature! His smirk came back again as he started to encircle her, his hands still in his back pockets and said unbothered of her little outburst (actually he was a little impressed she didn’t broke out like some other guys in despair but… well, was it some kind of ardor?): “Well, Alex, believe it or not, I can totally sense your stance. We all went through this… more or less. And because I think you’re likeable I want to give you another well-meant advice: Our employers may be heartless assholes, but they are also very patient. So if you want to avoid our duties the best thing is to drag it out as long as possible, but you have to show them you have the potential and the will to learn, even if it’s just fake. If you let them think you’re cooperative they won’t be as hard as usual or will even let you your peace. And it’ll buy you some more time.” Emilio stopped right behind her, bowing his head down to her ear, still smirking about her temper. “… for whatever you’re up to.” With a few steps he stepped back again to show her he didn't want to invade her personal space or was up to something bad, he just appeared for another time in front of her – and this time holding out his hand at her with nothing but a propitiatory look. “And by the way, I am Trixx.”
That smirk of his only managed to irk Alex more thna she already was, but seeing as she just yeled out most of her pent up frustration, she was calm enough to ingore it. She pouted when he went on giving ehr 'friendly advices', again knowing that he was probably only telling her the truth. "Ok... thanks, I'll keep that in mind then," she mumbled, holding back a shudder at the things she'll soon enugh have to endour. She jumped a little when his head suddenly appeard very close to hers, giving him a dissaproving look but didn't comment on it. She gave his hand a look, before looking up to meet his eyes. And then just sighed, hesitating a bit before taking the hand. "Well then, Trixx, it's quite uh... intressting to meet you?" she chuckled a bit sheepishly. "Do you always stalk on the newbies or do I just get a special treament?" she joked.
Emilio gave her hand a gentle handshake, noticing Alex still didn’t give up her hostilely attitude fully, but she seemed to be calmer than some moments before. He couldn’t blame her for this, the institution wasn’t a save place for anyone at all but for girls it was even more delicate. One could never be sure who of the workers was well-disposed towards others and who not. “Well, I think you can’t call it stalking if someone is drawing more attention on him or her like normal”, he replied with a cheerful frown. “If you would roam through the institution without bumping into other workers, getting lost or stumbling over everything what comes in your way maybe I wouldn’t have took notice of you.” Nope, maybe she tried but she definitely didn’t belong to the unobtrusive sort of people. Even if I’d try to ignore her I’m sure I’d notice the small hints everywhere. He perused every situation from today he saw her and decided maybe it was better to conceal his little observations to be not called a creep. He put his bottle down on the side and went back to the stereo, searching on his playlist for another song – without letting Alex out of sight, glancing from beneath his dark lashes with a curious hint. “So, are you still going to leave? I was serious about the dancing room, you know.”