Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Since the day she was born, Josephine had her days planned out for her. Being the middle child of the well known Kruger family meant she had a legacy to uphold, not to mention someone to play role model for. Her older brother had already graduated from university, had a successful position with a skilled law firm and married his high school sweetheart. He was his parent's pride and joy and was the perfect person to aspire to be. Josephine's sister was several years younger and just graduating high school. Her goal in life was to cure cancer by the time she was 30, have two-point- five kids and live behind a white picket fence with her own high school sweetheart and be the poster child for a perfect family. She was well on her way to getting there, with the personal phone calls from both Harvard and Oxford accepting her to their ivy league schools. It was easy to say that their parents were proud of her and their eldest child. It wasn't that Josephine was the black sheep in the family, in fact it was the exact opposite. She had done what her parents asked her entire life, played the good little girl card and slid through her high school career. Instead of going to school, Joe was accepted into a classical symphony orchestra, which was truly her calling. She had a talent for the violin since she was very young and her parents did everything they could to support her and her love of dance. Her parents accepted their middle daughter's passion and skill in the arts, although they were slightly disappointed by her choice, but they were good and never argued with what she wanted to do with her life. The twenty-seven year old was grateful for that and accepted their support and funds without a bat of her eye. On top of that, Joe had picked up a job at a local, upscale cafe during the week and an old style movie theatre on the weekends, complete with performing stage and vaudeville-like shows once a month. It was perfect. The classically trained musician had a horrible habit, you see. It was nothing she would ever openly admit to, but late at night, after everyone was asleep, Josephine turned on the password locked playlist on her computer, plug in her headphones and turn the volume up. The nontraditional music of artists such as Emilie Autumn and youtube stars would pulse through her mind, ruining each and every 'proper' lesson she had ever learned in school. The passion these people put into their music through their bow was incredible. No matter how many times the woman listened to it, Josephine was amazed. These men and women were what she inspired to be deep down. Below her already flowing passion for the arts. Some nights, it stunned her the ideas she came up with to try to compare herself to these stars. But each and every day, she would unplug herself from that digital reality and return to the one she was really living in. After one particularly long day, jam packed with work and another late night practice, the five-foot seven, strawberry blonde took a moment to herself in her second story bedroom. With an exhausted sigh, the woman fell onto her mattress, drawing one of the pillows closer to her with a slightly pained hum, resting her head on it, hoping to drift off to sleep. The case of her 'child' was laying beside her closet door, along with her backpack, shoes and several scraps of papers and gum wrappers she had attempted to discard into the trash earlier that day. She failed, to put it lightly. She had a moment of peace and it came to a point when Josephine was just on the edge of sleep when her phone began to vibrate at an uncontrollable rate. At first she ignored it, hoping it would stop, which it eventually did. Before repeating its actions and pulling her out of her dazed state. The woman let her sun-kissed hand trail over the light birch table beside her bed, lift the thin iPhone and pull the lock switch across the screen before pressing it to her ear. Even she was surprised by that achievement. Mm, hello? A screech filled her ear. Joe! We got a ride downtown. We'll be there in five! The line went dead. Joe stared at the phone, blinking a few times before she turned her head to the clock beside her. 1140 Who would possibly be calling at that time? It then dawned on her several of her co-workers were planning a trip to the downtown area of the city to a new club that had recently opened up. One of the women had been there before but the rest were completely lost on what may be going on in that section of the city. If it wasn't in the north end, most of 'her kind' weren't involved or wanted to be around the other activities. Joe was one of the ones who really wanted to try to go. Tonight? she muttered to herself before letting out a long groan. Five minutes . That meant she had to get up that instant and get ready. Josephine's body refused to move another inch until her mind began to act. ' Downtown, downtown, downtown. Downtown has b-boys. B-boys have hip-hop. ' She sat up and stared at the wall in front of her. Shit. She had convinced herself to make the stupidest move in her life. she was already sitting up with her friends on their way. There was no turning back down. Within seconds, the woman launched herself out of her bed and over to her closet, pulling out the best outfit she could think of to wear to a club a low sitting black skirt, tight yet full enough to get a bit of the flow she loved so much, and a midnight blue strapless top, cut to just above her mature bust, with a gold zipper stretching down to her mid section, perfect in case she needed to reveal a bit more of herself. Even though she had never been to a club before in her life, she still watched movies and saw pictures. Joe wasn't completely oblivious to the world surrounding her. Josephine still had another minute or two which she used to give herself a quick touch up on her make up to make it that much more dramatic. There was no way on this earth she was going to leave the house that night looking like a tired mess. Luckily for her, the steel blue colour of her eyes rarely looked tired. There was a certain childish charm that seemed to be permanently stuck in her eyes, no matter what she did to change or age herself. Her fingers attacked her mid-back length hair, fluffing it without a bit of hairspray needing to be applied. It was a blessing and a curse, but right now she didn't care. She didn't need to look proper for tonight. After a quick ruffle of her bangs, which were traditionally used to frame her face, and a quick grab of a hair tie, she felt ready to go. She slid her feet back into her standing-friendly flats and grabbed her small bag before heading out, sneaking the best she could down the stairs and out the front door. A sleek black car was already waiting for her, filled with just about five people, all ready to start their first night on the town.