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Post by nicholas on Sept 11, 2009 18:28:20 GMT -5
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] The deal had been that he could go to any school that he wanted. His parents would pay the tuition, to a point, as long as Nick covered his own living expenses. That was fine since Nick had held a job since he was sixteen, but now he could only work at the restaurant that had employed him through high school during breaks. To make sure that the rent on his apartment got paid Nick had a job here in Milwaukee, working at the movie theatre. It wasn’t a bad job, except that if he worked concessions too long he went home smelling like popcorn.
Today, even though he’d had class until noon, Nick went in to work at one thirty. His boss, Jimmy, was having him screen Where The Wild Things Are. Usually Nick wasn’t the one to do screenings but it was working, getting paid, to watch a movie so that they knew that the real was working right. It was the plushest task, and you got to watch a movie before it premiered. In all reality Nick didn’t want to see that movie but he wasn’t going to complain. Clocking in he walked directly in to the theatre that the reel had been set up in.
When Nick walked out of the theatre about two and a half hours later he blinked at the light. Sure Where The Wild Things Are wasn’t a bad movie but Nick could not help thinking that he was glad he hadn’t paid to go see it. Checking in with Jimmy the manager set the collge student to the ticket booth. Again with the soft job, was Jimmy being nice? Ticket sales during the week didn’t get very high until around seven, not for another three hours. So he spent the next two hours handing out a ticket here or there, but mostly staring through the slightly clouded glass thinking that he needed to study for the quiz he had tomorrow.
When the real ticket seller, Jennie, arrived at six fifteen Jimmy sent Nick to another job before letting him take a half an hour break. This time is was one of the less pleasant jobs: cleaning out theatre four. For some reason theatre four was unlucky, no matter if it was a comedy, a horror, a thriller, or a children’s movie there was an inordinate amount of mess in that theatre. And instead of letting him down theatre four lived up to its messy reputation. The cleaning didn’t take all that long but someone had left a purse, so that had to be put in the lost and found under the ticket counter.
Reporting to the manager Nick got Jimmy’s stock response about a break: ‘Sure, sure, just pay attention in case anyone needs help.’ Nick smiled a little at how predictable the balding thirty-something manager was. Stepping behind the snack counter to fill up a pop Nick gave a slight wave to the few other workers he was friendly with. A quick stop in the break room relieved him of the horrible maroon shirt that was the uniform at Showtime Movie Theatre. Sitting on a bench in the lobby Nick stealthily took his iPod out of his pocket and plugged in one ear bud. He kept an eye of Jimmy, because he wasn’t supposed to be listening to music but the manager usually let it slide. Sipping the pop Nick rapped his knuckles against the faux wood of the bench in time with the music. [/blockquote][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] 585 * such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] Rachel is tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by zippy on Sept 11, 2009 19:48:27 GMT -5
 ( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -First thing that morning, or rather, afternoon, that could be heard from Rachael Livingston was a groan. Kicking the dark purple covers off herself, she sat up in her large bed. It was already three o'clock - she had slept in late after staying out the night before with a friend of hers, Dakota. The two had had a great time at a club Dakota had introduced her too her first week here in Milwaukee, not too long ago. That had been back when Rach was living out of a hotel room. Now she had moved into her own place in the city, a loft that was big enough for just her. Rachael wasn't the type for roommates really, since she rarely got along with someone she just met.
Rachael could be a bitch and a lot to handle, though she was really a sweet girl deep down underneath all that. The whole reason for coming to Milwaukee was actually to start over, though it wasn't going so well. After being rejected by her sister, Ray just decided to continue with her old ways, since it was all she really knew. Not knowing anyone here didn't help with her whole change plan. If Charlotte had have accepted her being there from the beginning, she would probably be a different person by now, almost completely clean of partying and drinking. But that wasn't the way things had worked out.
After getting out of bed and showering, she made her way back to her room to change into a casual outfit. The plan was to meet her sister Charlotte at the movies that evening. Charlotte and her were still on rocky ground, but Ray really wanted to see where they stood and talking to her in person was the best way to do that. So the brunettes had decided to catch a movie together, in an attempt to bond perhaps. Sighing to herself, she grabbed a few pieces from her wardrobe and threw them on over her underwear. It was almost four thirty at that point, so she decided to check her facebook before she went out. Bootingup the laptop that she had gotten a few years ago, she logged onto her account on Facebook as well as Twitter before anything else, from her spot in the corner of her living room. The light from the windows streamed down on her, keeping her feeling warm as she scanned her accounts. After a few messages, a status update and browsing around she logged off of her Facebook and Twitter as well. The laptop clicked shut as she stood up, leaving it behind on the chair.
Across the room was her purse, which she grabbed as she headed out the door. There was time to go out for dinner before she had to meet her dearest darling sister. So she headed out to the car, then drove off to the closest restaraunt. Honestly, Rachael didn't mind eating alone. Or doing anything alone for that matter. The closest place happened to be a diner. Rach waited for awhile after ordering, then her food came. About an hour later, bringing her to six thirty, she was off to the movies. It took less then half an hour to drive there, probably about twenty minutes from where she was. Arriving there at almost seven, she ordered a ticket for Final Destination 3, since she was into movies that would make her jump. Biting her lip, she looked around the theatre. The lobby wasn't very full, but she couldn't spot Charlotte anywhere. Moving to the side, Rach leaned against the wall to wait. A few feet away sat a guy on a bench, wrapping his knuckles against the wood.
It was hard to ignore, at least for Rachael. Biting her lip, she tried to stop herself from saying anything. But after less then twenty seconds, she turned to him. "Could you not?" she asked, trying to bit back on the sourness in her voice.
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WORD COUNT ?! 670.
WEARING !? click, minus, well the girl lol.
LYRICS !? don't trust me - 30H!3
NOTES !? gah, i'm tired.
CREDITS !? <33 & kiss16love @ CAUTION
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Post by nicholas on Sept 11, 2009 21:55:29 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] “Could you not?” asked a voice that interrupted his impromptu jam session. Nick’s hand froze in mid rap and he turned to look at the source of the disruption. If the girl that was looking pointedly at him had been standing on the other side of him or he had placed the ear bud in his other ear Nick probably would not have heard her. He looked up at the girl from where he sat. He thumbed the lock and paused the music, then holding the power button Nick waited for the small machine to sleep before flicking the lock back to its previous position.
He began to slowly wrap the cord of his headphones around and around the small blue iPod. When the iPod was snug in its cocoon of wires Nick slipped it back in to his pocket. “Sorry,” he said with a small shrug, “I didn’t know I was bothering anyone, or I’d have stopped. I was just decompressing, letting off a little steam for the next twenty minutes,” Nick told the girl by way of apology. He looked at his wrist to confirm the guess of twenty minutes, but the fact that he wasn’t wearing a watch seemed to have escaped his notice.
Picking up his pop from the bench beside him Nick took a generous sip. About to set it down he thought better of it and scooted down the bench a little bit. Looking back at the girl and gesturing towards the now empty stretch of bench. He added in a slight shrug of the shoulder indicating that she could sit or not and either way it would not keep him up at night pondering the reasons. Tuning in to the music that quietly drifted out of the speakers Nick began to tap his food but paused in the second tap. He set his foot down lightly in the maroon carpet, that was the same color as his uniform shirt, incase his tapping had bothered the girl.
Nick feigned excessive interest in his finger nails. Mom had always taught him not to stare, but he could see the girl in his peripheral vision. But Jimmy always told him to engage the customers more, so he was caught between a rock and a hard place, or his upbringing and his job. He didn’t know how long the silence was but it seemed excruciatingly long from his end. Finally he broke the silence, “I’m…” but he trailed off what he’d been about to say because as he gestured to the nametag he wore he’d realized that he was not, in fact, wearing the nametag. Looking down confirmed that the horrible maroon shirt, with nametag attached, had been left in the break room, leaving him in a white undershirt and black pants. “Not wearing the nametag like I thought. But I am Nick,” he finished, feeling the tips of his ear starting to go pink, which probably meant his cheeks were infused with a little color.
“So you are going to a movie?” he asked and by the time it was out of his mouth Nick wanted to smack his head in to the wall behind him. It was a movie theatre of course she was going to a movie. This is why he didn’t talk to people very often. He sounded stupid, most people judged, sometimes there was teasing, although that was left behind in middle school, and, all in all, it never went well. His awkward, slightly socially inept, social skills had led to a life time of teasing at the hands of his younger sister Brittany. “Are you waiting for someone?” he asked, trying to redeem himself even a bit.
Maybe he could give up speaking, become a mime? But then he’d have to wear weird clothes. Something else then. Did telekinesis really work? Could he somehow plant the idea of calling him back to work in to Jimmy’s brain? Or would it just be better to spill the pop, which would have Jimmy have to make him clean it up? He looked toward Jimmy and wondered how long it would be until his boss called him away from this plane crash of a situation. [/blockquote][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] 701* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] Rachel is tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by zippy on Sept 12, 2009 8:37:14 GMT -5
( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The guy seemed to freeze at the sound of her voice. His knuckles stopped taping as he proceeded to turn off his iPod and start to wrap it up before putting it away. Rachael eyed him over briefly, as she would with any person she just met. “Sorry. I didn’t know I was bothering anyone, or I’d have stopped. I was just decompressing, letting off a little steam for the next twenty minutes.” Rachael nodded, not really that interested in why. Her best guess was that he was waiting for someone as wel, just like herself. Her response was just that of the nod, nothing verbalized as she stared out at the people in the lobby, trying to spot the one who most remsembled herself with no luck. A feeling in her stomach ceased to go away, though she tried best she could to get the matching thoughts to leave her mind.
From the corner of her eyes, Ray caught sight of movement, and glanced over slightly to see if the guy was getting up to leave. No, but he had moved offer to over a spot to her on the bench. Looking around briefly, she stood up from the wall and took the seat on the bench without hesitation. "Thanks," she said, before looking down at her feet. Her purse now rested on her lap, and she unzipped the opening to pull out her cell phone. The movie would start in about twenty minutes and Charlotte still hadn't shown up. Biting her lip, she crossed one leg over the other and rested her opposite elbow on the higher knee before placing her chin in her hand. There was silence between the two of them, which didn't necessarily bother her, but it felt a tad bit awkward. From the corner of her eyes she glanced at him again. His hair was dark and short, he seemed much taller then she, with muscular arms and a laid back posture.
“I’m…" He turned to look at her, and it didn't phase her that he had probably caught her looking at him. The dark haired guy made a motion, and she frowned, not really catching on to whatever he was trying to say. "Not wearing the nametag like I thought. But I am Nick.” That's when it clicked for her. He must look here. He wasn't waiting for someone, he was probably waiting for his ride home or for his shift to start, or whatever. Though he certainly looked old enough to drive, maybe he just didn't. Whatever the case may be, somehow he ended up here. His cheeks looked a little flushed from her perspective, he probably felt stupid for making the mistake, but it didn't bother her. "Rachael," she said with a small smile, before looking back at her phone. The time had barely ticked by two minutes. “So you are going to a movie?” A small and light sound of laughter escaped her pink lips. Of course she was going to see a movie, it was a movie theatre. Tilting her head up, emerald orbs darted back to him as she raised an eyebrow playfully. “Are you waiting for someone?” A better question on his part. She decided whether to answer for a moment, before doing so. "Yeah, my sister," she admitted with a shrug. As she said it, she got that weird feeling in her stomach again. Charlotte. Determined not to think about her not showing up, she decided to converse with this guy Nick, at least for the time being. "I take it you're on break?" she asked, her voice rather sharp even though she hadn't meant for it to be. "I mean, you work here I assume," she added, a bit more of a flirty tone to her voice. When Ray spoke, it was often with either an icy tone or a flirty one, take your pick. Almost all her life she had put up this wall to not let people in, which was why she was the way she was. If that made any sense at all.
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WORD COUNT ?! 680.
WEARING !? click, minus, well the girl lol.
LYRICS !? don't trust me - 30H!3
NOTES !? no notes (:
CREDITS !? <33 & kiss16love @ CAUTION
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Post by nicholas on Sept 13, 2009 17:46:51 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] This girl’s reactions were a little off putting for Nick. He’d stopped drumming when she asked him to; no complained about it would be a better way of describing it. He’d even apologized and turned off his music so as to not be tempted to start up again. She didn’t say anything about it, just giving him a nod as if he’d done what was expected of him. But the way that she scanned the crowds, as if looking for someone, was a good reason for her distraction. So Nick rationalized off her behavior as impatiently waiting, so that was fine.
And he’d scooted over to make room for her on the bench, the polite thing to do. His mother had always expected it and so it was trained in to Nick by now. When the girl sat and said a small ‘thanks’ in his direction Nick gave a small smile. He’d finally gotten some reaction from her. But then it was back to silence. From the small side glances that Nick was shooting at her between sips of pop the girl seemed engrossed in her phone. But every so often he caught her looking his way. She looked at him but didn’t say anything and it made his a little uncomfortable, which is probably why he broke the silence between them first.
Her name was Rachael. And she didn’t really laugh at his mistake of thinking that he was wearing the name tag. But Nick was glad he wasn’t wearing the name tag or the maroon shirt that went with it. His small blush intensified when the girl, Rachael, chuckled at his first, very stupid, question. Really? ‘Are you going to a movie?’ Well duh, she was at a movie theatre, the same movie theatre he worked at, no she definitely came for the heavy oily butter smell that hung in the air. But she didn’t mock or laugh, at least not too much. And she answered the second, better, question.
“I’m sure you’ll find her, not a lot of people come to the movies on the weekdays,” Nick said giving a cursory glance around the theatre, not that he knew who the girl he was searching for was or what she looked like. Nick’s head whipped to face Rachael fast enough to give him whiplash when the tone of her voice registered. Was she hitting on him? Talk about your mixed messages, she been acting like he was barely there before and now she had a distinctly flirtatious air behind her words. “Yeah, I work here and I’m on break. Every Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday when I’m not in class. I have to pay the rent somehow, you know how it goes,” he replied with a shrug.
But then it hit him, maybe she didn’t know how it was. She hadn’t really acknowledged his presence until he annoyed her. She watched him without saying anything. And only talked to him once he’d put himself out there first. And her clothes looked nice, well nice to a guy who grew up with three sisters’ worth of clothes and fashion talk (even if only Brittany and Anna were at all interested in clothes, since Sara hadn’t reached that point yet). [/blockquote][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] 542 words* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] Rachel is tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by zippy on Sept 13, 2009 18:38:46 GMT -5
( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Rachael watched, quite amused, as the boy's blush seemed to deepen. Sure she didn't outwardly laugh, but it was kind of funny, in a cute way. Though this Nick was good looking, she found him a little boring, a little off. Not that she really knew him at all. Rachael hardly even knew herself in the present days. For so long she hid everything away from, well, everyone, that even she had a hard time finding herself. The way she acted now was just what she was used too. Sadly enough, she was used to others finding her rude or stuck up. Rachael was more or less known as a bitch back home, so why wouldn't that reputation follow her here? That hadn't intially been her intention, but that's the way it was heading now, so she figured it was too late to stop it. Not just with Nick, but with everyone in Milwaukee.
“I’m sure you’ll find her, not a lot of people come to the movies on the weekdays.” As her emerald eyes darted about, her head nodded up and down. It was true, every time she had ever seen a movie on a weeknight, there weren't as many people as there would be on a weekend. Ray didn't work, never really had, so she didn't have that knowledge of what it was like having to go to work each day. Since she was finished high school and not in college, she did what she wanted, when she wanted. Truthfully, she had adapted everything from Charlotte. Oddly enough, now Charlotte wanted to change, that's why she had pushed Ray away, driving the younger sister deeper into the ways she desperately had tried to escape by leaving home. "I guess you're right," she replied after a moment, as most of the people in the lobby made their way into the auditorium's to watch their movies.
The dark haired Nick turned his head so fast it almost made Rachael think it would spin all the way around. It made her want to snort with laughter, though she kept a completely composed face. Had this guy never been flirted with? He seemed kinda of shocked, at least, that's what she got from the speed of sound neck turn. “Yeah, I work here and I’m on break. Every Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday when I’m not in class. I have to pay the rent somehow, you know how it goes.” A small smile landed on her full lips, and she nodded. "Yeah, right," she agreed, though she didn't actually have a clue what it was like to have to scrap together money from some lame job to pay rent. She didn't even know what it was like to be in University or college, which she assumed he had meant when he said class. Ray didn't really go around telling people she didn't know that though. Only the people she was already friends with, most of whom were in the same position as her. But Rach was actually really smart and had managed great grades throughout high school. That's why she didn't tell people her lack of experience in most common things like that. She didn't want to be seen as completely dumb and unable to handle herself or anything else. Sure she was a spoiled rich girl, but she was perfectly smart and capable as well.
Sighing, she leaned back against the wall that the bench was set down against. That feeling kept coming up in the pit of her stomach as she glanced towards the time on her phone. Turning slightly to face him, she raised an eyebrow. "What classes do you take?" she asked, trying to keep her mind off Charlotte until she arrived, if that would even happened.
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WORD COUNT ?! 628.
WEARING !? click, minus, well the girl lol.
LYRICS !? don't trust me - 30H!3
NOTES !? no notes (:
CREDITS !? <33 & kiss16love @ CAUTION
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