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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:21 pm
Originally, she had wanted to go see Grindhouse for her report in Modern Cinema. The delusion she might actually get to go see it was shot down when her mother decided to hold a party where Tate would, gasp, be required. So, after suffering through the party on the one night Grindhouse was playing, she had bought tickets to go see the Rocky Horror Picture Show, back-to-back with Kill Bill, volumes one and two.
All in all, Tate would be spending a good eight hours in the theater.
She didn't care. Mindful of her limited budget and also of her incessant popcorn munching, she had bought a bucket of popcorn and a medium soda for a refillable combo, then sat down and watched Rocky Horror. The theater had been crowded then, full of people throwing rice and shouting at the screen. Tate knew all the jokes, and she shouted along: "My name's Brad Majors" a*****e, "This is my fiance, Janet Weiss" Slut.
In just seven days I can make you a f**, just like your dad. Etc, etc, ad nauseum.
Now it was intermission, and Kill Bill Volume One would be starting up soon. Tate was getting a refill of her soda and popcorn at the concession stand while they cleaned up the rice. She picked grains of it out of her hand, deposited them into the artsy little theater's trash cans like it was something she did every weekend.
Being rather preoccupied with a grain of rice stuck in her ponytail, she completely missed it when several grains pinged off the back of the fluffy-haired brunette in front of her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 2:43 am
Unlike Tate, the Rocky Horror Picture Show wasn’t a show the dark-eyed girl had been familiar with prior to today, but she fully enjoyed it, up to the enthusiastic spectators. Internal note: next time, come with stuff to throw along with the replies. Yes, the student was still giggling ("Janet!” “Dr Scott!” “Janet!” “Brad!” “Rocky!” “*grunt*”) and decided to watch it again, only properly. With a lot more shouting and participation in general.
Movie marathons were Alessa’s favourite sport ever (which explained a lot about her physical prowess, or lack thereof). She was absolutely ready. Huge bucket of popcorn. Large refillable soda. Lollipops. Running baskets for rushing to the bathroom and avoid losing any second.
… handkerchiefs for cleaning potential mess.
Having felt the rice on her back, she immediately turned towards the other girl. “Oh, cleaning up the rice?” she asked. Then, she realized she had grains stuck on her sweater and pants. “Geez, there’s a lot… need some help? Say, do I have some in my hair, too?” With her mass of hair, it was very likely. She started picking up the rice herself with her available hand.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:34 am
Tate paused and looked at Alessa for a moment, lips pursed as she considered it. The brunette did have a lot of hair. A massive mass of wool-esque hair. Sheepy hair, if you would. Actually, Tate thought she might know this girl. Not know-know, but she might have heard about her. Bathroom gossip, you know the drill.
"If you shake your head really hard," said Tate, who was not much for teasing people but kind of looked like it from her deadpan expression, "It'll probably all come out."
She finally gave up and undid her ponytail. The last few grains of rice fell to the floor with tiny clicking sounds.
"Did you enjoy the movie," asked Tate, who was aware of how long the line was and how far the two of them were from the front. A bunch of people were getting refills before leaving, which made sense to her; she'd be doing it, too, after the movies. You couldn't beat theater popcorn, not by a long shot. "It was your first time seeing Rocky, wasn't it?" The younger girl would have been picking rice out of her hair much earlier if she had, Tate figured.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:44 am
The Rocky newbie didn’t know for sure how to consider Tate’s advice either. Does seem like the only fast solution, on the other hand…
“You must be right! I hate it so much when it happens”, she said, punctuating it with an almost silent faint laugh.
Before fixing that rice thing, Alessa played a bit with the left side of her hair as a last dignified attempt to fix that rice problem. “I loved it! I heard about the rice and thrown stuff… but I didn’t expect so much. Well, it’s part of the fun!”
She then shook her head, a bit like a wet dog, only fluffier. Such a problem wasn’t uncommon with this kind of hair, along with several others, but she liked that hairstyle too much to even consider straightening them. It was one of the few characteristic that could possibly make her noticeable.
She slowed down and came to a stop. “However, I’ve seen the next movie twice, Kill Bill. And the only stuff you could throw there that wouldn’t ruin the experience would be tomato juice, but that would ruin so many clothes instead.” She passed her hand through her hair. Still a few left.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:05 pm
She was certainly... enthusiastic. You know, for having come in to Rocky a virgin (the common term for someone who has never attended a theater show before). "I guess so," said Tate. "It's more fun when it's late, though. The drunkards are funny." True Facts.
"Kill Bill is pretty good. And yeah, there's a reason it's not got the audience participation of Rocky. Are you staying for the whole show?" Tate wanted to point out a grain of rice right new the girl's ear, but... Well, she didn't, for whatever reason. Either she was quiet, which was more likely than the other option, which was she was kind of amused.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:49 pm
Brushing her hand through the side of her hair, Alessa removed a few more grains that fell on the ground silently. “That’s what I’ll do next time I have the occasion, then.”
There was still rice sticking out of her ear, but of course, she couldn’t see it. “Of course I am! Plus, I get to meet more fans. Like, well, you.”
The girl was the kind of fan whose day could be considerably brightened with just a movie, and it showed; actually, it would even have been worse if it weren’t for that unfortunate incident at the cinema not so long ago. Thankfully, her terribly cheerful state didn’t carry on to school. “By the way, I’m Alessa. What school are you from?”
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:01 pm
She wasn't exactly a fan, it was just that Rocky was something to do. Tate didn't say that, though, instead fishing in the bucket of popcorn for the last few kernels. "That's as good a reason as any," she said, after swallowing the mouthful.
"Tate," she said; "from Meadowview. Nice to meet you." Compliment by rote: No one could quite tell if she really meant it or if she was just observing the niceties. "What about you? Meadowview also, right, because I believe I've heard about you. People call you Sheep, don't they?"
Pause. "Not that you look like one," said Tate lamely.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 1:00 pm
At first, Alessa was truly delighted that someone heard about her before actually meeting her. Really, what sort of reputation could she have gained, it’s not like she’d done anything special…
Oh, right, Sheep. She should have guessed so. Nonetheless, her smile didn’t leave her face. “Yeah, that’d be me! I was transferred to Meadowview two months ago or so, actually.”
Tate’s last comment only cheered her up a bit because, well, she wasn’t certain she meant it. With the rice caught in her mass of hair, how could she protest? But she was used to it, and they almost always meant it well. “Oh, it’s okay. It’s only gonna be a problem if there’s a wolf around, or something.”
It had gotten old so long ago. But it’s just an innocent, amusing nickname, and she wasn’t the oversensitive kind.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 2:49 pm
Hm. Alessa looked a little crestfallen for a moment there, even with the smile not leaving. "You don't like the nickname," surmised Tate. "I won't use it, then." She pointed to the counter; they'd gotten to the front of the line now, and Alessa was up to get her refill.
"We seem to lack wolves here in Destiny City," commented Tate. She went to the next available counter and got her refills, returning as she took a sip of her root beer. The fact that a lack of wolves would leave Alessa pretty safe didn't have to be said, she thought.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:50 am
As far as she could remember, it was the first time someone noticed Alessa hated that nickname, and verbally took notice to stop using it. It was ten times more surprising than being recognized by a student she didn’t know. After the initial shock, followed subtle relief. “… thank you.”
She went to refill her own stuff: hot popcorn and fresh soda. “Not many wolves, but there’s a lot of monsters” replied Alessa with a straight face that would have made her look crazy if it weren’t for the context. Then, with a misplaced tranquillity, she went on to tell her own, modified part of the story: “Last time I went to the cinema, the one at the mall of St Sanders Street, there was such a monster… I think. I don’t remember the details, it’s still fuzzy.”
One may have thought she’d gotten over it very quickly. The truth is, she only got over it because it had happened to many more people, and there was no reason for her to be in danger again.
Besides, it had stopped being a special occurance after... what, the 5th attack? It didn't made her any more special than the other half of Destiny City that survived them unscathed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 10:29 pm
"Huh!" Tate had heard about that. Though she hadn't yet run into one of these monsters yet, it seemed like they were a pretty bad deal. Man, if she didn't know any better (and she didn't) she'd say there was some kind of epic battle for the soul of the world going on; she didn't believe for a second that all the sudden comatose-and-then-dead cases were just a new strain of the flu.
That was definitely bullshit. "What seat are you in?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 4:26 am
Alessa pulled her ticket out of her back pocket. “D6”, she read on the small piece of paper. “I should hurry or else, it’s gonna be a pain reaching my seat.”
There was a slight bit of apprehension as she walked back towards her seat; an understandable fear another monster might pop into existence at the theater. She now paid more attention to the surrounding noises, but couldn’t hear anything unusual today, not even screams.
Not that it could happen twice to someone as unremarkable as she was.
“So… you come here often? How long have you been in Destiny City?” she asked to revive the conversation before the next movie started.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:17 am
"I'm right behind you," said Tate, and she followed the girl back. Her seat was E7, behind and a little to the left of Alessa. The brunette settled into her seat, set her soda in the arm of her air, popcorn in her lap. D7 was empty; Tate propped her feet up on the back of the chair. "No, not often," she said, "I've lived in Destiny City my whole life. What about you? Come from outside the city?"
If she was a betting woman, Tate would be that: 1. Alessa had transferred in. 2, that she had had some kind of terrible experience involving a movie theater, and 3. that she didn't like to be referred to as a sheep.
Tate, as usual, would be right.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 3:04 am
“I’m from Hepaunville. It’s tiny, quiet, and nothing ever happens there” explained the girl sitting down and turning back to talk with Tate. Actually, there weren’t many differences between the two cities besides that “terrorist” thing, that was little more now than a unique peculiarity and an invitation to carefulness in public locations. Including cinemas. An involuntary look in the other direction made Alessa fear she was getting paranoid.
Slowly, the lights dimmed down, and the last fans walked in, reaching their seats with efforts proportional to the amount of snacks they were carrying. “Whoa, have we been talking that long?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:22 pm
She nodded. Tate, as stated, had just about never, ever left Destiny City. Meadowview Elementary to middle to high school, just like it should be. Maybe. She didn't really like it.
"I've heard of that place. Destiny City's a bit busier, isn't it?" She was willing to talk until the movie started, which was hopefully soon; just the previews, all for old movies released when Kill Bill had originally been released. One for Inglourious Basterds. Tate did want to see that one, Tarantino had a way with movies. Probably she wouldn't like it, though.
Things should go in the proper, correct order anyway. "I guess," she said. "So, are you a sophomore?"
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