.// but what now? [open]

[.//neil MEGALL;]

He hated to say it, but this movie was extremely boring.

The heroine, a young ingenue of sorts, wailed to her friend after losing her boyfriend. Not after a scene of hot steamy sex, that is. It was all too pre-planned. So predictable. He could probably tell you what she was going to say next. Probably how she would get him back. And, yes, there she went. Plotting. Scheming. It was rather obnoxious.

And sadly, going to the movies by yourself was never as fun as going with other people. It just kind of reminded you of the fact that, hey, kid, you're all alone. Especially in a theatre as vast as this. The screen itself was rather daunting. Just made you sort of check yourself just staring at it.

He fiddled with a coin, an old oxidized penny. It had gotten a nasty black and green coating over it, but he was bemused by it. Rather than watch old "whats-'er-name" make out with old "what's-his-face," he fiddled it between his hands. The old woman who sat behind him gave his seat a rather prominent nudge. He wasn't sure what her problem was, but it seemed every time he didn't pay attention she liked to give him a good kick. And man, his back would be feeling it tomorrow.

So, he dropped the coin, staring rather reluctantly at the scene displayed rather largely in front of him. A young teenager's cell phone went off-- Irreplaceable, by Beyonce-- and she and her friends began to giggle uncontrollably. The old woman behind him seemed to be taking her frustrations out on his seat. She shushed and kicked all at the same time. She was very talented, for such an old woman. Just a little sarcasm.

He let out a small sigh under his breath, shuffling down into his seat a little more. This was going to be a very long hour and forty five minutes.

[` marie ryan]

Marie,
The darkness of the theatre did nothing to help her vision. Trying to see a watch with no back light in the dark was like trying to see someone that was wearing black at night. Impossible. A sigh escaped her pink lips, and she gave up, her arm flopping down beside her, and she focused her attention on the cheesy movie before her. Some random chick flick, boy meets girl, boy and girl bang, boy dumps girl, girl cries, boy feel bad and still loves her, boy and girl bang again. The normal mainstream crap, not made any better by the terrible acting, who looked like they came straight from the soaps. The female was blonde, with huge breasts, kind of demeaning if you really think about it. The male was muscular with just the right amount of stuble, but jesus, it was all so fairytale.

She was leaning on her fist, her elbow on the arm rest, proping up her head in such a bored way. She almost jumped as she heard the jingle of the cellphone, but then went back to staring at the screne, her usually sparkling chocolate eyes glazing over once again, watching the movie, but not really taking it in. It would have been so much more worth while to have hung out with Dae, or to have taken Stanton for a nice long walk. But no, she had chosen to watch a cheesy, mainstream love story on this brilliant afternoon, wasting approximatly 90 mintues of her life that she could never get back. Meh, this was great, what would she do next? Talk to herself, this shit drove her insane. Chocolate gaze moved down to her wrist, trying again to read the watch.

Delicate ears heard constant moving, fidgiting. Could there be someone in this theatre that hated this movie as much as she did. Her golden head turned to her right, golden curls moving as she turned her head. A rather obivously uncomfortable male sat there, an annoyed look on his features, and she changed her gaze to the row above him, where some wrinkly old lady banged on his seat with her white old lady sneakers. It was all she could to not to chuckle at the male's problem. Oh well, it would be over soon, or so that was what she desprately wished and hoped. Hand pressed to her mouth and he smiled into it, turning her head away, almost laughing out loud. Delicate hand found the water bottle in the plastic cup holder in the seat, water flowing past her petal pink lips.

Cap returned to the top of the bottle, having of quenched her thirst. She placed it back into the holder, and her chocolate gaze occasionally flicked to the male that sat two seats away. Well, she had found something more entertaining to look at now, and she would take full advantage of it.

[.//neil MEGALL;]

Thump. What could be bugging her so much anyway? The old bat had her nice orthopedic shoes, was drugged up on morphine for her arthritis, not a care in the world. And yet she kept kicking. He noticed a look, a glance from a girl perhaps not a few seats down. He raised his eyebrows at her, chuckling to himself. Maybe she was just as bored as she.
I love you, What's-her-name stated drunkenly, and he frowned. Bored was an understatement, this was beyond any sort of boring you could concoct. It was pathetic. Why had he chosen this movie? He thought about it briefly, the thought amusing him more than this pathetic attempt at a romantic comedy.

[` marie ryan]

Marie,
Hazel eyes flicked to the male, catching his eye, giving him a slight smile. She looked up at the old woman, who was tearing up a keelnex, obviously happliy into the thin plot line of the chick flick that was blasting apon the screen. She raised an eyebrow, how could these old granny's be so emotional, how coudl there be anything left inside that frail littly body, or in some cases pudgy ones. They had lived so long, and yet they were still alive and kickin'. Literally. She cringed as the old woman gave one sharp kick, she smiled at him in pity, her fingers lifting her water, and drinking it lightly. Delicate frame stood, and she moved over a few sits, settling beside the male, looking at the woman, and then turning back to the movie, her own feet coming up onto the back of the empty seat in front of her.

Blonde female turned to the male beside her, hazel gaze apon his features. He was cuter up close, at least, that is what she noticed. She leaned over wispering, soft lyrics flowing from her petal pinks lips.

"Jesus, you're going to feel that tomarrow."

A light chuckle emitted from her lips, and she turned back to the movie screen, pretending to be wrapped up in the movie that looked complicated, but wasn't at all in anyway. The comercails for it made it seem like it was amazing, but it was a big load of shit. The pickup lines old and over used, the script way to sterotypical. Ahh, the joys of the over production. It shone through in all parts of this movie. From the hot steamy sex scene, to the tears of the girlfriend. She winced, watching the movie with little enjoyment, before turning back to the male, abandoning the thought that it might have a suprise ending, or that it would shut off spotaniously, like it was all a big joke, and the real movie would start.

Female turned to him, leaning closer again, a smile apon her features.

"I'm Marie."

[crapcrapcrap..sorry. ]