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Post by Pagan MaCaffery on Jul 16, 2011 11:33:01 GMT -6
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Here Kitty Kitty
What was a girl to do on a Saturday night when she couldn't hit the beach and she strangely had the night off? That is, what was a girl like Pagan to do when she managed to slip under the radar of her protective “family” and sneak out into the softly falling California rain to have some alone time? She went to the movies of course!
Standing outside under the awning, the pretty young brunette gave covert looks behind her as she waited impatiently for the line to move. Luckily, it was a short line due to the unusual rain so she was soon to the window and handing her cash over. Once she was inside the theater, she was able to breath a sigh of relief because she'd evidently managed to sneak away without anyone knowing where she'd gone. It was a true blessing in disguise for a girl like her who was accustomed to someone always hovering.
With her litter of “adopted” male siblings, getting a breather was like an act of god and she revealed in every moment even knowing she was going to pay for it when she got home. The lectures she would no doubt get would last for hours on end and then she'd be forced to put up with extra “guards” for the next millennium.
However, none of that bothered her as she headed for the quiet, cool theater and found a seat about mid way up. Having no clue what she'd actually boughten a ticket for, she glanced down at the little slip in her hand and frowned. With her excellent vision due to her cat heritage, she made out the word “Dead” but it had been ripped in half so she had no clue what the ending was. Unfortunately, that word alone was enough to give her an idea of the sort of film she was about to see and it made her groan. Just her luck. She finally managed to sneak away from all the males in her house only to end up at a movie that they themselves would have taken her to see had she told them she wanted to go out. Damn it, Karma was a real bitch at times.
Sighing in resignation, Pagan slumped down in her seat and felt the vibration of her cell against her jean shorts pocket. Pulling it out, she saw the text message of “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” and grinned. Quickly texting Jaden back with “I'm fine. Just needed some air to breath”, she then turned it off and tucked it back into her pocket. She'd long ago taken the GPS tracker out of her phone so she knew they wouldn't be able to find her until she wanted to be found.
Thank the Gods!
Just then, the lights began to dim and the previews rolled. Settling back into her seat, she ate chomped at her popcorn and was only half aware when someone slid into a seat a few pads down.
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Post by Joe Gamble on Jul 29, 2011 16:24:20 GMT -6
Joe never took the night off. Even on this very rainy summer night while settling into one of the stadium seats in the theater… he was working. The movie (Dead Things) was one he had done effects work on so he was in charge of doing the after release screening to make sure his ‘effort’ was up to par as the film had so far gotten scathing reviews.
-Input inward sarcastic snort here-
His effects had been just fine. Brilliant, actually…if you asked Joe. Maybe they should have ponied up a little bit more money to hire a real actress for the lead instead of a stuck-up, poodle in a purse toting washed up porn star. Seriously. Big boobs could get a woman a lot of things, but talent it did not.
Not that he didn’t enjoy watching the scenes in which she had to do a lot of running away from the dead things. Almost made his Seven dollar and fifty cent ticket worth it. Almost.
So here he was on a Saturday night, dateless (by choice, of course) wrestling with his bucket of popcorn, extra large diet soda and several boxes of candy while trying to see in the dark well enough not to step on someone’s foot as he crept down one of the isles.
“Fuck…sorry.” He apologized to the owner of one foot he’d crushed while whirling to miss another lady stuffed into a seat before inadvertently bumping into another male that was sat beside her.
The really needed to keep the lights brighter in here until everyone was seated! Or…at least until the movie started.
Joe tripped over someone’s size 12 and landed in a bucket seat with popcorn flying, his drink near tipping over, and two of the three candy boxes overboard and unfortunately, rolling down the theatre rows underneath the other patrons. Damn shame too. Those JuJu Bees were his favorite.
A string of curses left his lips and several movie-watchers in front of him turned around to shush him. The hunter held his hands up in surrender and shook his head. At least he wasn’t on his phone or something, unlike the woman next to him. The glow from her device lit up the row like a beacon, and the young man was able to spot one of the lost boxes of candy on the ground.
Settling into his chair was anything but quiet though what with the popcorn crunching under his boot and him shuffling to retrieve the licorice rope from the sticky floor, so when the guy in front of him turned around again, this time Joe flipped him the bird and propped his feet up on the back of the seat. That shut him the hell up.
The lights started to go down and Joe was nice and comfy. The previews were just starting on screen when he reached for his extra large diet soda.
It just kept getting better and better. The bottom of the cup had a leak, and the man discovered his tasty beverage was seeping out into the crushed red velvet of his seat.
Another string of curses and another round of people turning around to shush him.
He gave them a go shush yourself and moved over one bucket; right next to the female with the phone.
“You weren't saving this seat were you?” He asked in a voice an octave too loud. More shushing. Oh yeah, the next 143 minutes were gonna’ be just peachy.
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Post by Pagan MaCaffery on Jul 31, 2011 14:52:17 GMT -6
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Here Kitty Kitty
The commotion coming from down the aisle made Pagan glance up as she tucked her phone away in her pocket. The figure of a man had bumbled his way down the seats before finding one to is liking and sitting down. Evidently though, it wasn't working for him because he suddenly stood up with another flury of swearing from the crowd and a move directly into the seat next her.
“You weren't saving this seat were you?” came the overly loud whisper that made her arch her brow and eye him with interest. In the dark of theater, it was hard to make out his features exactly but her own feline eyesight let her gaze roam over chiseled features, tanned skin and azure eyes. Hmmm, at least if she had to be stuck next to someone... he wasn't bad looking. She also didn't sense anything supernatural about him so she doubt he was an assassin sent by her family to kill her.
Thank Goodness. That would have been a hard one to explain to her family to say the least.
As the shushing began around them, she grinned and leaned closer. Keeping her own voice at a careful whisper, she eyed his popcorn and replied. "Would it matter if it was?" before promptly snatching a handful of the buttery goodness and settling back in her seat. "The price for that seat is sharing your popcorn." she continued with a soft laugh before putting her own feet irreverently upon the seat in front of her and leaning her head back.
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