MOVIE time; 'Not the cat!' [OPEN!]

[BENJAMIN LEE HOLT]

Benjamin Holt had recently arrived at Variel Academy, true -- he just hadn't felt like trying to find any fellow shifters to speak with yet. Thankfully his roommate hadn't been in when he arrived; Holt had just sort of... dumped his belongings on his bed with a promise to organize later. (Not that the room was already organized...)
The twenty two-year-old shifter wasn't in the best of moods, you see -- he hated being cold (that was, at the very least, his excuse), and decided to blame his anger on the weather.

He pulled his dingy army-esque jacket closer around himself -- which didn't really help, mind you, he just wanted a reason to hunch his shoulders and look pissed -- and sidled into the theater's lobby. Shaking his hair from his eyes, Benjamin found his way to the counter and asked what movie was starting in the next ten minutes. Alien. For real? He decided, at this point, that Variel might not be so bad -- Alien was a classic; probably one of the top ten best movies on his list. He bought himself a ticket, of course, and -- after buying a massive box of Junior Mints -- found his way to the "second one on the right".

"Perfect," he muttered to himself (not in his usual sarcastic way, however), "All to myself."

The theater Benjamin had arrived in, was, in fact, empty. Commercials or previews of some sort were running on the screen -- he paid them no mind as he, with something of a smile starting to tug at the corners of his mouth, wound through the aisles choosing a seat. He picked next-to-front and center (so he could prop his feet on the chair in front of him) and leaned back. If today had been warmer, he supposed, it might have been a semi-good day. The fact that his hopes and dreams had been utterly crushed would always be with him, but Benjamin wasn't much of a whiner.

He turned off his cell-phone, like the screen told him -- even though there wasn't actually anyone else in the theater besides him. Well... he didn't want to be bothered, either. Come to think of it, it was strange that his phone was even on in the first place; Holt usually left it off.

Oh, goodness. They were even playing the trailer before the movie started. And it looked like the '79 version... Complete with the lines at first, slowly filling in the letters of the movie's title...
Benjamin leaned back in his chair and rested his grass-stained shoes on the back of the chair in front of him.
"In space, no one can hear you scream."

Smiling, he opened his box of Junior Mints and popped a few in his mouth. God, he loved this movie.

[MELODY RAE OLSEN]

It was freezing outside - literally - yet I refused to wear pants. I only owned a pair or two, I liked more freedom, even if it was at the expense of warmth. Today, my attire consisted of a rather short skirt - black and tight - accompanied by an equally black top, covered by a thick hoodie. As I walked through the door, my pink eyes glanced around, accentuated by my hot pink, freshly dyed hair. My pink high heels moved over to the counter, and I silently read off the movie choices of the moment. None of the new releases seemed like they would be interesting, plus, they would probably be crowded. Instead, I found favor in a classic, one that even someone like myself enjoyed. "One for 'Alien,' and a small Dr. Pepper." I paid the price for my temporary happiness and glanced down at the ticket, noting the theater number and walking blindly in that direction.

I stepped into the darkened theater - the previews had already begun, and there was like, no one in the theater. Ok, one person, one guy. I smiled, and sat my drink down on the banister at the bottom of the stairs. I watched the guy from the corner of my sadistic eyes, and slowly pulled my hoodie up and over my head. My shirt came up just a bit as I did so, and I casually pulled it back down to cover my stomach. I shook my head slowly from side to side, allowing my long, slightly curled (just for today) hair to cascade over my almost-bare shoulders. I placed my hoodie over my arm, then picked up my drink. My soft lips gently touched the top of the straw, pulling the brown liquid into my mouth. One step at a time, I ascended up the theater, giving a flirtatious wink to the male sitting in the middle by himself. My body paused for just a moment as I allowed my brows to raise slightly, and my eyes to motion up to the top. Hopefully, I'd get the point across to him, that is, if he was interested in the offer.

I continued walking, a pink smudge left on my straw as I removed my drink from my mouth. I went all the way up the steps, and sat in the very center of the top row, my eyes focused on the male infront of me.





ooc ;; my next one will be better =)

[BENJAMIN LEE HOLT]

Benjamin was just beginning to relax -- it seemed as though he was going to get the big screen all to himself -- when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that someone else had entered the theater. Damn. He threw the intruder a rather nasty glare and noticed the short skirt -- was she insane? Did she know how god damn cold it was outside? (Granted, her legs were very nice, but that was far from the point.)

Irritated, he pretended not to notice the coquettish hair-flipping nonsense -- he did, of course, see what she was doing, which only served to fuel the idea that everyone, currently, was out to get him. His life had just been ruined, for Pete's sake, couldn't he at least get a theater all to himself without some bimbo (with pink hair, no less!) waving at him? Well... The fact that she'd noticed him was flattering -- or was it? Perhaps someone had put her up to it? -- but he was more focused on the movie that was just starting. Watching people die ridiculous bloody deaths always managed to calm him down.

He did, however, acknowledge the... invitation to join her further towards the back. He'd chosen the front for a reason, you know. He waved in his favorite oblivious fashion (pretending to be dull was one of his favorite pastimes) and patted the seat next to himself. This was all done with an oh-so-subtle air of sarcasm, mind you, and Benjamin certainly wasn't expecting her to respond.

Turning his attention to the screen -- and downing a few more Junior Mints -- he watched as the crew of Nostromo was woken.

ooc| ^^ I just read Melody's biography -- I think she and Ben are going to butt heads a little.

[MELODY RAE OLSEN]

I scoffed and rolled my eyes as the boy patted the seat next to him. 'He would, wouldn't he...make the girl get up and move.' But the boy seemed to be a bit - irritated? - by my presence in the theater, so...why not make his life even better!? Standing abruptly, I took my drink back into my petite hand, and marched halfway back down the stairs. I walked up to the boy, my free hand resting on my hip with my elbow extended away from the rest of my body. "What a gentleman," my voice uttered, sarcastically, as I gave a faint smirk. I lowered myself into the seat next to him, placing my purse and jacket into the seat next to me. I turned my head to speak to the boy, but saw his eyes entranced by the movie ahead of us. I, too, turned to the huge screen, and a smile curled onto my face.

"This has always been one of my favorite movies," the sound came from within me without thinking. I wasn't typically the type to talk through a movie - I was usually the one angrily scoffing at those who did - but, being one of only two people in the theater, it felt a bit different. I lifted my legs, resting them gently on the chair infront of me. I leaned back casually, taking another sip of my drink. Was it weird, sitting next to the boy even though I could chose any place in the theater to have to myself? I usually wasn't the type to seek out attention, or to even want it when it was offered. I was a loner, to say the least - independent - there, that was a more accurate description.

About an hour and a half later - or however long the movie is - the credits finally began rolling across the screen. I lifted my arms into the air and arched my back in a stretch, letting out a bit of a moan as I did so. "What a fucking piece of art, I could watch this movie over and over again without ever getting tired of it." After relaxing once more, I turned towards the boy sitting in the seat next to me. "I'm Rae by the way...my real name is Melody, but no one ever calls me that...mainly because they know I'll kill them if they do..." I chuckled as I looked down at my fingers, briefly admiring my black nail polish that coated the tips of each of them.

[BENJAMIN LEE HOLT]

Benjamin had become quite involved in the film -- he was good at ignoring people, you see -- so when the pink haired girl actually appeared next to him... He was surprised, to say the least. He considered telling her to fuck off and let him watch the movie alone, but that was hardly good manners, and, in all honesty, he was trying to be a better person.

"What a gentleman..."

Goodness, had she really said that? Benjamin responded with grin (more of a grimace, really) and a curt "Why, of course", offered her some of his food, and returned his complete and utter attention to the movie. (Grunting in response to her later comment about how Alien was one of her favorites.) Sigourney Weaver was absolutely brilliant; even though he'd seen the movie enough times to know every line by heart, the last bit with the alien in the escape pod never failed to get his heart racing. Absolutely brilliant.

As the credits finally started rolling, Benjamin stretched back and yawned -- he was tired; cold weather never failed to make him sleepy -- before stealing a glance at the girl next to him. Who the hell was she, anyway?

"What a fucking piece of art, I could watch this movie over and over again without ever getting tired of it... I'm Rae by the way...my real name is Melody, but no one ever calls me that...mainly because they know I'll kill them if they do..."

Well, that answered his question... to a point. Though he disagreed with the use of language -- he was in favor of sounding more 'mature' -- he was far from stuck-up and nodded in agreement.

" 's one of my favorites, too," he replied, frowning slightly. He was seriously considering calling her Melody just to see what she would do, and had he not been so drastically shaken up during the past few months he wouldn't have hesitated to do his best to irritate her. His friends had always chided him over his lack of ability to speak with members of the opposite sex -- and his response, as always, was 'That's what hookers are for'. However... "Rae... Erm... Nice to meet you, the name's Benjamin."

He shook her hand briefly before standing, and was about to escape into the lobby (he really needed to pee) when, against his best judgment, decided to attempt to keep up some sort of conversation.

"Have you been here long?," he asked, as he made his way towards the door.

[MELODY RAE OLSEN]

I stood up from my chair and stretched my arms far over my head, allowing my neck to pop in the process. The theater seats had never been very comfortable, and always left my muscles and joints stiff. But oh well, it wasn't really my type to complain...well, not about things such as this. The boy next to me then spoke again, citing his name as he repeated my own. "Benjamin, huh? Mind if I call you Ben?" I continued on to following him out of the dark room, through the lobby and out the door of the theater. It was a bit awkward, and I wasn't sure what to say at this point. But, thank goodness, he decided to speak. His question was typical for someone at this wretched place, "What's your name?" "What's your shift?" "How long have you been here?" They were rather boring, non thought-provoking questions that only asked for a simple one or two word answer. I always found these questions silly, but still, I reluctantly answered.

"No, I've only been here a few days." I avoided asking him the same question, or anything of the sort. Nothing like that interested me in the least. At this point, I would have normally just left. Socialization wasn't my forte, and I tended to stray away from most people, especially strangers. But I was bored, and had nothing better to do. And besides, the guy was kindof hot, maybe this could benefit me later on. "So tell me Ben, what kind of a boy are you?" My shimmering eyes, covered by pink contacts matching the shade of my hair, seemed to almost laugh at the question that had just escaped my lips. "Does a drink or perhaps, something more exhilarating strike your fancy?" Hopefully this Ben kid didn't turn out to be some bum who liked to just sit infront of the TV or computer all day - maybe he'd be one to try something new and exciting. Rae had an idea up her sleeve, but wasn't sure if the boy would be outgoing enough to try his hand at it.