- The Palace

@[W] Won Jongjin It is much more easy for her to move since she wears a mini dress, and she's used to dance with it since she was a child. She continues to dance, to jump, to sway and to perform. She trusted the wet floor to not let her slip, she trust the rain, she trust her body. Her eyes are distant and seemed like its a empty hollow pit but sometimes you can see little sparks of passion in her eyes. Her purple dress flows with her bold movements, the rain somehow making her more elegant than before. In other words, a magical sight. She set out her left arm up delicately as a final pose with her right leg behind the other, she has her eyes closed. Then she heard some clapping, and a bit of a cheering. She opened her eyes, and was she not expecting a few audience to witness her 'rain dance'. In a polite manner, she bowed as she used to and goes back to her bench as they cleared out. She stayed right there, enjoying the rain drenches her from head to toe and the fact that she's not cold at all

@[D] Bando Nozomi [ACTIVITY]
Once everything in the palace had been settled a ready to receive it's guests, Jongjin let out a small breath knowing that the time of the event was going to begin soon. Originally, he did not want to participate in such a grand celebration as he did not like crowds, which comes with unnecessary polite chatter and people praising everyone. However, here he was, in his crisp black tailored suit, helping to make sure everything's in place. Jongjin handed the clipboard to one of the engineers, informing them of a few details that needed to be checked on once more before he declared to himself mentally, that he needed some fresh air. Pitter, Patter. It was raining tonight, a light shower while the night was still young, but Jongjin was sure even the heaviest storm will not deter their guests from coming. When he stepped outside under the covering, he noticed a young girl dancing in the rain, with her dress flowing behind her. An enchanting sight, he thinks, despite his stoic expression that stays glued onto his face, as he watched on in silence.

@[W] Won Jongjin [ACTIVITY]
She sat herself on one of the bench, she had arrived too early. Well it's not her fault, she's just too excited for the dance. The moment she received the letter, a spark from her dark cold eyes ignites. It is weird for a Japanese-Russian adult teenager attended a French-based royal dinner. But it is an event held by Le Cirque Des Réves, the circus of her dreams that she desired to witness its magic inside. And there would be a dance, how wonderful it is. But she arrived too early, the gates hasn't been opened yet. It's not like she mind anyway, it is nice to be one of the first one to arrive at the royal dinner, although she has to wait a bit longer now. She hummed to herself, the famous wartime song called 'Katyusha' slipped lyrics by lyrics out of her tongue in a soft tone. What is funny is that her Russian name is actually Katyusha Svada. She tilted her head up, closing her eyes taking in the clear air. She felt a drop to her cheek. Drip, drip, drip it goes. She opened her eyes, the sky is crying again. She felt her face getting moist by the sky's teardrops as long as her dress and body. But she didn't mind, no she didn't. She got up, suddenly taking up her shoes to feel the wet floor against the palms of her feet. She stopped for a while, before moving slowly. As if the world fades away from her, she started dancing. Gracefully, beautifully. She dances like there's no tomorrow, but the stoic expression remains on her face. But she doesn't care, no she doesn't. SHe continue to dance, as the rain dances with her