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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:34 pm
Do You See What I See?
A Horror/Suspense role play between Leid and The Geneticist.
Two college students drawn together from a link they both have to the paranormal. Their ability to not only see but experience many different supernatural phenomena have given these two out casts a common bond.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:38 pm
The Setting
The main setting for this role play is the college these characters both attend, to be named soon. Other places will be added as well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:42 pm
Leid's Characters Name: Rue Vidai Age: 19 DOB: April 10th General Appearance: Rue is pretty plain with dusty blond hair and tired eyes. He is at average height for a guy his age and average build. Rue isn't very physically imposing with his rail thin arms and legs and while people still call him scrawny college life has given him a little padding around his middle, not enough to really give note to, but is probably good for his health. Personality: Rue at a glance seems to have no personality at all. He's pretty quiet most of the time, rarely emotes and just goes with the flow. This is really because Rue is just very heavily medicated. with out his drugs the young man is prone to out bursts of emotions and delusions only a few days off of his prescriptions can lead to anything from becoming completely withdrawn to violent and upsetting outbursts. Bio: Rue was born an only child to an average income household. For as long as anyone could remember Rue was fussy, having fits for no reason, crying and throwing things, screaming at the top of his lungs. His parents didn't know why and they tried everything. As a baby his parents thought he might have been sick, but after many visits to the doctor they were told that it was nothing physical. The next few years of Rue's life was more of the same. He would scratch and bite and finally wore his parents down. Their marriage was on the rocks because of their son's fragile mental state. With the medical bills he was racking up and the constant care they needed to give him they had no other choice but to relinquish care of their son. For a few years Rue was kept at common foster homes, getting moved around as his behavior wasn't recognized as a condition but as out bursts for attention. It was only in his early teens that one care taker realized that his symptoms needed to be treated by a doctor. For a while Rue was sent to a psychologist and as him trying to talk about his frustrations didn't seem to help lessen them Rue was turned over to a correctional facility for emotionally disturbed youths. Here is where he got the proper medication he needed and the kind of housing that suited someone like him. Now that Rue is legally an adult he was encouraged to leave and try to make a life for himself. As long as he comes in for regular evaluations and stays on his prescription the rest of his life is basically a free ride. Having no link back to his family and not even sure what he wants to do with his life he's taking the offer of help and is attending college. Other: Image: Rue
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:51 pm
Name: Addison "Addy" Blair
Age: 19
DOB: December 17th
General Appearance: Addy is a fairly average girl, with a generally pretty face and long red hair. She isn't gorgeous or glamorous at all, she wears no make up and leaves her hair in its natural state, which is straight and messy. She has large, soulful light green eyes and sometimes has small circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. she has large, luscious lips, but they're attractive. She's thin and scraggly, with slender arms and skinny fingers. Her legs are twig thin and she has small feet. Most of the time she wears baggy t-shirts with a long sleeve shirt underneath, and jeans and converse shoes. She doesn't like wearing jewelry.
Personality: Addy is a reserved girl who keeps to herself most of the time. She doesn't like to talk to people very much for fear that if she did make a connection with someone, she'd end up hurting them. Because of her ability to see ghosts and hear voices, she is often in her own world, having private conversations in her head with them. People often accuse her of being schizophrenic, but she knows that the voices she hears in her head are from the paranormal. Often, she doesn't get enough sleep because she fears that if she goes to sleep, she'll have nightmares or the paranormal will come for her in the night. Because of this, she is often tired and sluggish. She's very disorganized and suffers from ADD, and therefore has a very hard time concentrating unless she is on her ADD medication, which keeps her calm and helps her focus. Because her parents are so hard on her, she often has spontaneous moments of depression, during which she withdraws from everyone completely. She has severe bipolar tendencies as well, which she also takes medication for and keeps her under control. She is a very intelligent girl besides her issues, and loves to learn new things. Once you get past all of her problems, she is an extremely kind and caring person, even if she doesn't directly show it.
Bio: Addy has been able to see ghosts and other paranormal beings for basically all her life - from a young age, her parents and other family members have accused her of being schizophrenic, and therefor has been sent to hospitals and psychologists many times. As many medications for schizophrenia that she's taken, none of them have worked, and neither doctors nor her parents know why. Finally, she decided to keep to herself about it, and act like she didn't hear the voices. She didn't hear them often anyway, but they were still there. When she became a little bit older, she started having random outbursts of anger and extreme sadness, and again, her parents became worried and sent her to psychologists and doctors, and finally after a year as put on medication for her behavior. Another issue arose at the same age; her inability to focus. Her parents, now tired of one problem after another, eventually put her on ADD meds for this as well. Because she is heavily medicated, she is very calm and quiet, and focused. However, she is still disorganized.
With the medical bills and cost of medication putting a strain on her family's budget, Addy's parents couldn't afford to send her to an elite college, so she decided to go to a small college in her town. She focuses completely on her studies, and stays in her home away from people. She doesn't really have any friends and has no desire to go out into public.
Other: She is a vegetarian. (HAH! FOUND SOMETHING TO ADD!)
Image: Addy
Sorry it has such a crappy history, haha. I'll try and work on it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 3:00 pm
This thread is currently reserved for anything else we might need to add.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 3:05 pm
One more reserved post because we want to be sure we have all the space wee need.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 7:30 pm
Rue Vidai
it's hard to hold pebbles in our hands
we can't find who became the one
we cannot apologize to them
we've got no time to save them
The sun rode low in the sky shading the stage a vibrant and deep blue for the stars to make their appearance when ready. Across on the other side the moon waited, a small print hanging in the air, it's time not yet upon the earth, but there all the same to smile down offering what light it could to the tiny planet. The evening was rolling in bringing with it a soft and cool breeze on the otherwise warm day. The trees rustled softly, the leaves whispering all the secrets they have seen about the college campus. The old buildings groaned and creaked, the wooden planks shifting and sighing in the coming night air.
The campus of the college had a few buildings placed pointedly along the vast plot of land. For a cheaper priced university the upkeep of the grounds and even the buildings despite their age was absolutely lovely, like something right out of history or a fairy tale. One would think that the private feel, the stunning views or even just the atmosphere would make the price of tuition sky rocket but some how it remained a hidden gem.
Maybe it was because people like Rue were in attendance. Who would want their roommate, on a campus in the middle of nearly nowhere, be someone who couldn't control himself to the point of reliance on medications? Rue had no idea if he was the only person like himself at the school. It was a little embarrassing, really. His mellow demeanor didn't win over too many people and it was hard to explain. He didn't like telling people about the medication; so many people exclaim how America is over medicated and how these conditions are all in the heads of the sufferers. Little did those intolerant ******** know is that they were all in their heads. That was the problem. The need to fall asleep right then and there so the scream didn't catch up with you and consume you in it's monstrous maw. How could they ever understand that rocking back and forth was the only way to soothe away the need to hit your head and was a preferable option.
Rue tried not to think about those kinds of things. The thoughts would creep up on him and he would ponder them for a while, but he'd quickly replace them with anything he could. Late nights of browsing the internet forums helped with that. Inside jokes that were riddled across the world wide web carried over into his real life and the things he'd see and hear would conjure up one of these memes and entertain him.
Tonight was the talent show and that meant catering of some kind. Free food. The combination of his Government stipend as well as his mandatory part time job's pay check didn't really come out to very much, it was enough to get by, but one day he might need this savings for something more and he took hand outs whenever he could. So, if he had to sit through some attention whores and take some notes for a class it wasn't a big deal. It wouldn't even really be that bad, for every attention whore would probably be someone who just liked being on stage, who enjoyed the art of entertaining. Rue couldn't manage to make himself feel positive or negative about it. He felt neutral.
As he entered his tired, framed eyes swept across the room, the thick black frames giving his otherwise grungy look an ironically trendy feel. The frames were really a luck of the draw, but it worked to his advantage. His shirt was old, a print on it faded and flaked, a small hole had formed in the armpit where the sleeve met the body and another hole had opened on the front near the bottom from catching on his belt buckle. Neither were noticeable at a glance, so the shirt stayed in Rue's wardrobe. The slacks and shoes progressively looked more and more worn out as the eye traveled down his attire. A small fray here and there until the bottom hem where the pant legs were just a mess.
The shoes were beaten, the undersides rubbed down with holes. The tops held fast, so wearing them in public wasn't unheard of. His back pack was the newest thing out of the lot and was slung over one shoulder. It was empty for now, ready to be filled with left over food he could take back to his dorm. Even through all of the tears, holes and faded prints Rue smelled clean, he might not look like it, but a soap smell and a whiff of cologne just barely held to his freshly washed skin. Rue didn't like to throw things away, it would seem, if they still could be used, but that left wiggle room for a five dollar can of body spray.
Right away the young man helped himself to a premade sandwich and a can of soda from the table.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 8:10 pm
 oAddison Blair╔oooooooooooooooooooooo╗oooI have seen things
ooooooooyou wouldn't believe.╚oooooooooooooooooooooo╝►Events....Addison hated events. She hated events...more than almost anything. She hated events more than ignorant fools. She hated events more than having to remember to take her meds. She hated events more than writing papers for classes...
...Which was exactly why she needed to be at this event. As reluctant as she was, Addy needed this to bring her grade up in her abnormal psychology class - she had already failed to turn in an essay once or twice, resulting in the big fat C stamped on her grading card. As reluctant as she was, she needed to be at this event. As reluctant as she was, she went, and brought her damned notebooks and pencils and pens with her. And boy, was she reluctant.
However, she appreciated the beautiful evening. The sun was clinging desperately to the edge of the horizon, struggling to keep its presence known in the ever-darkening pink and orange sky. A hint of stars was sprinkled across the sapphire heavens, and the outline of the moon was drawn just above the top of the mountains. The warm breeze only slightly disturbed her nest of orange-red hair, just enough to make her brush it away from her large, silvery-green eyes. The dancing grass tickled at her bare ankles as she walked through the school's grounds to where the spectacle was being held - a talent show. If Addy had any talents, and was not an isolated, shy, bipolar mess of a girl, she would enter herself - but alas, the preceding was all true.
She was alone, as usual. Her roomate, who usually did her best to stay as far away from Addy as she possibly could (and did so by spending most of her time with her blond-haired and plastic-faced clique), was at the other side of the stage, talking with her bubbly-voiced friends. And Addy was glad for that - She could only take so much of her constant making up, gossiping, flipping of her hair, and boy-talk at one time. Addy tried most of the time to be alone in their room (which consisted of her roomate's makeup, posters, tight clothing, mini skirts, leggings, perfume, hair ties, barrettes, hair brushes, jewelry, and a few textbooks that took up about three-quarters of the room, and the other quarter was Addy's possessions - an old, beaten dresser with her plain t-shirt fabric clothing hanging over the side, a few scattered papers and textbooks, and a small shelving unit that had quite a few books that ranged from Stephen King to Tamora Pierce to Christopher Paolini to Stephenie Meyer to Grimm's Fairy tales) between classes studying, as to avoid dealing with her roomate's high-pitched gossip-box.
This particular night, Addy had decided to try and look her best - She wore an old-fashioned fabric lace shirt, that had once been white but was now a worn off-white color, and a plain below-the-knee blue skirt. On her feet she wore a pair of brown plain sandals that had been worn so often that the soles were starting to fray - but she didn't care, as long as they were wearable, which they were. Even in such a what-was-considered-conservative outfit, she felt uncomfortable with so much of her arms and legs showing.
Seeing as how the show had not yet started, Addy decided to mosey over to the food table, which was covered in an array of generic free food - various sandwiches, chips, cans of soda, assorted vegetables, brownies, and other foodstuffs. Avoiding the all-meat sandwiches, she decided to swipe a few carrot and celery slices, and a brownie from the dessert tray.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:51 am
Rue Vidai
it's hard to hold pebbles in our hands
we can't find who became the one
we cannot apologize to them
we've got no time to save them
Rue had positioned himself a bit back from the table after selecting a sandwich and a soda. He placed everything down on another nearby table that was moved out of the way to create a foot path around the main table that had the food. The soda he had was grape, the deep purple can moist on the outside, the contents nice and cold from sitting in a vat of ice and other drinks. He first popped the top and took a sip before setting it down again. He then picked up the plate with the sandwich and took a large bite of it. The roll looked like a long hoagie roll that had been cut down into a smaller portion the perfect size for holding it with one hand. Inside the green of lettuce was layered with a yellow cheese and a near white meat, possibly turkey. The familiar bland flavor drifted around Rue's mouth. Yeah, it was turkey. Not his favorite but not terrible enough to be discarded.
By now Rue had seen a handful of people from his class who were hear for the assignment. He watched as a few of them found another student from the class, or friends from another and grouped up to chat before everything started. Maybe he should talk to one. He did still have three or so years here, right? His room mates were friendly enough but he really wouldn't take the time to hang out with any of them if he wasn't already sharing a living space with them. Loud, messy, not too interesting, nice enough, but not amazing friend material. It was then that a familiar mop of red hair passed him by. It was the quiet girl from class. Well, a few people were quiet in class, but this was the girl that was also kinda hot. Yeah, she was one that he used up a few tissues pondering over. Rue let his framed eyes look over her attire and the way it sat on her form. He watched as she scanned over the sandwiches until she found the tray with meatless options and swiped herself a healthy snack. He could feel the faint disappointment drift lazily through him as he thought, "She's either on an unneeded diet or is a vegetarian." Either way he started to guess in his head about how she must be uptight, holier than thou and self conscious all at the same time. This thought was enough to deter him from bothering her.
Still holding the piece of hoagie in his left hand and the plastic plate in the right he leaned back against the table as a small group of people went by, plates in hand grabbing at the freebies. After they all passed, moving closer to where Addison was at the end of the table Rue looked toward the wall, looking at the clock; it wouldn't be long now until the talent show started. Everyone would leave this room and go into the next for the show leaving him alone to file his back pack with what he wanted to take back with him. After the tiny throng had passed him by he stole another glance at Addison in time to catch her grabbing a brownie. The simple gesture eased his thoughts of the person she might be and went back to the realization that he really didn't know a thing about her.
Quietly Rue continued on his sandwich, looking over his options on the table before him, taking a moment to bring the grape flavored soda to his lips. He wouldn't have to wait long now, a few people were already leaving to get to their seats. He just needed to make sure he was the last one out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:59 pm
oAddison Blair╔oooooooooooooooooooooo╗oooI have seen things
ooooooooyou wouldn't believe.╚oooooooooooooooooooooo╝►As she was making her way down the table, Addy caught a glimpse of one of her class mates; one of the stranger of them, Rue. He was indeed an odd character, but then again, so was she. She had never really talked to him, but always thought he seemed like an interesting person. But, being the shy, isolated girl she was, Addison usually decided to seclude herself in the corner, away from everyone else. She managed to steal a glance at him at the same time he had, but she immediately looked away, embarrassed.
She scratched her head, looking up at the clock. The talent show would start in a matter of time. There were still about 10 minutes before the doors would close and the show would commence. There were people leaving the room to head to the seating area already, but Addy wanted to take this time to sit and enjoy her food while she could.
Satisfied with her plate of food, which consisted of lots of veggies, veggie dip, a few chips, and a brownie, she decided to sit down. Usually she would sit by herself, but she was feeling oddly bold today (if you could call it bold) and decided to sit at the same table as Rue. Mind you, she still didn't sit near him, but she was still sitting in the same vicinity. That made her nervous enough. Brushing her shirt off a bit, Addy turned around, facing the table, and set her plate down on its surface. She gingerly picked up a carrot with her delicate fingers and dipped it into the vegetable dip, and then took a small bite. The room was emptying more and more by the minute. She still chose to stay.
Addy was surprised to see that Rue, her classmate, was also still sitting. What reason could he have to stay in the food room? She pondered for a moment and the realized that he was probably in there for the same reason she was: to just enjoy the food and rest for a bit before the show started. She shook her messy hair and took another bite of her carrot.
[[sorry it's kinda short...>_<]]
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 7:46 pm
Rue Vidai
it's hard to hold pebbles in our hands
we can't find who became the one
we cannot apologize to them
we've got no time to save them
Rue saw Addy's gaze moving, looking across the room to him; he tried to look away. He wanted to avoid that awkward moment when someone catches you staring at them. Sadly, he was too slow and their eyes met. Addy's gaze fell on his own and he felt his heart stop for just a moment and then they both looked away. Awkward. He cast his tired eye down at his plate, and chewed on his lower lip, the skin there dry and flaky. He went to take another bite of his sandwich. Out of the corner of his vision he saw Addy, sitting down, taking a seat across from him and only a seat over, he then looked across the room. Out of all the tables, each with four empty seats a piece she sat at the same table as he did. Humans are social creatures and reply on groups. Rue reminded himself of this as a hot feeling settled over his face and shoulders. A heavy feeling pressed on his chest and through to his spine. He could feel the physical effects of his emotions. While medicine subdued them to nearly nothing he did still have hints here and there. He wasn't a complete zombie.
Rue chewed through the bite of sandwich he had in his mouth, bringing his gaze back to the table before him, catching a glimpse of the clock on the way. Now time seemed to slow for him. He felt like the minutes were just lazily drifting now that he was waiting for the show to start. He didn't like scavenging in front of people. Sometimes they'd try to force morals into him, tell him that it's stealing. It's really hard to change someone's mind if they already have their thoughts hard set. Rue set down his sandwich on his plate and took a quick sip of grape before pushing himself up to his feet, the chair dragging sudden and loud across the linoleum floor. He looked to Addy.
"Watch my stuff?" The bland tone of his voice was hard to decipher but the drifting up of his voice at the end denoted a question, like he was asking a favor. Rue then proceeded to grab his backpack having figured he really just wanted to wrap up food now instead of waiting. He took his back to the table and pulled out a roll of aluminum foil. He set to work, grabbing sandwiches and wrapping them quickly and tucking them aside, next he grabbed vegetables and other sides, then last the desserts. Once he had a a small pile of wrapped items he lined the bottom of his bag with soda cans, then layered the foil shapes in with it, putting the more durable items at the bottom. He worked fast, like he did this frequently, because, to be honest, he did. He stole quick glances at the door way, making sure no one was coming. After he got an amount he was satisfied with he looked over his bag and tucked another can of soda in a front pouch, zipped everything up and went back to his seat. Looking at the table it wouldn't look pillaged, plenty of food would be left for others.
Rue looked across the table to Addy, wondering if she was going to say anything about his actions or if she would ignore them. His hands went below the table for a moment and the sound of him opening his bag once more could be heard. He then reached across the table, a crumpled aluminum cylinder in his hand; an offering.
"Here, it's carrots and celery," he said softly, no particular inflection in his voice, no emotion of his face.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:02 pm
oAddison Blair╔oooooooooooooooooooooo╗oooI have seen things
ooooooooyou wouldn't believe.╚oooooooooooooooooooooo╝►Addy jumped at the sound of his voice in the dead silence of the vast room. She cleared her throat and took a small bite from a carrot slice she had in her hand, a few strands of her shining red hair getting caught between her soft lips. She tucked the strand of hair behind her ear and gave a hint of a nod as he pushed himself up. She tried to hide her curiosity while she watched him walk over to the food table. As she watched him shove as much of the food on the table as he possibly could into his hands, she felt a hint of her morality stab at her gut. Stealing? Never thought he was the type...although it is there for people to take, isn't it?
Addy gobbled up the rest of her veggies and brownie as he took his seat once more, looking behind her at the auditorium. It was still now, but the faint sound of chatter from the students was still trickling out of the doorway and to her ears. Her eyes shifted to the clock on the wall; only five minutes left now before the show would start. She realized now that what she thought had been her morale nudging her stomach was in truth her lingering hunger. But with so little time left, she decided not to get up to help herself to more food.
No sooner had that very thought process ended than she saw Rue's pale, clenched hand slide across the table in an offering.
"Here, it's carrots and celery."
Addy looked from his hand to his face, her eyes widening in subtle surprise. His voice was soft, not particularly kind, but sincere. In the moment her gaze met his, she caught, beneath the thick layer of apathy and blankness in his eyes, a hint of desire...perhaps a desire to belong? Her hand reached out towards his, slowly, to accept his gift.
"Thank you," Addy replied, her soft, quiet voice ripe with sincerity and gratitude. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she waited for him to pull his hand away so the food would fully be in her possession.
(Ack...so short and crappy...D: )
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 1:23 pm
Rue Vidai
it's hard to hold pebbles in our hands
we can't find who became the one
we cannot apologize to them
we've got no time to save them
Filled with an odd swimming feeling in his head, Rue looked over the girl across the table his eyes meeting her's, then lowering to catch that smile she offered. He wanted to feel a gust of joy, but settled for the soft trickling of content happiness he was used to. She might see it flicker in his eyes for a moment, a slight tensing of muscles near his temples. He pushed the ball of aluminum a bit closer toward her before removing his hand. He really didn't know what else to do now. What should he say? Anything? No, he didn't want to mess it up by being weird. He went back to his sandwich.
The next five minutes he sat there in silence across from the cute girl in his class, the dull murmur of other students growing into a notable roar of voices and sounds. With his sandwich and soda now consumed and only moments until the show started he stole another glance across the table. He wanted to ask her to come and sit with him, maybe share notes and enjoy the show together, but suddenly he became very aware of the muscles in his face. They felt heavy and sluggish, his lips felt fused and wondered why he should bother speaking to her. Why bother moving from that spot or attend his classes? His life would have just as much meaning laying in a gutter. He drew a deep breath in through his nose, his nostrils wide, the cold filling his nasal passages. Gutters don't have air conditioning. Keep it simple, simple reasons to live a simple life and not throw it all away. He managed to part his lips.
"Wanna sit together?" he said at last, his shoulders tense, brow stiff. He waited for her answer, frozen like that, watching the way her facial expression subtly changed with each passing moment, how her hair fell over her shoulders. It was rather lovely. Another reason not to lay in the gutter; because this girl was beautiful and if he couldn't attend class to look at her, to separate the sexual feelings from the natural adoration of her details, her eyes, her face, her nose, then who would?
Whatever her answer was soon Rue found himself walking to a seat to watch the performance. Alone or with Addy he would throw out his trash and settle himself into a seat and pull out his note book. He brought his pen to the paper, the blue ink poised at the tip and he would scrawl letters at the top of his page reading, "Psychology paper" and below that he continued to write in smaller letters.
"The need for acceptance. The desire to be noticed, the want to be recognized for your actions," the paper now read in chicken scratched blue ink. General terms, yes, but he was planning on writing more after the show began.
(I didn't notice you had posted. Sorry!)
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:00 pm
oAddison Blair╔oooooooooooooooooooooo╗oooI have seen things
ooooooooyou wouldn't believe.╚oooooooooooooooooooooo╝►Addy gratefully accepted the offering and carefully peeled the aluminum back from the vegetables. She glanced at him briefly, watching him eat his sandwich as she ate her vegetables. She tried to be subtle about studying his features. His scruffiness was almost cute, and besides looking a bit tired, he was indeed an attractive guy. And his smell... cologne and soap. He might not have looked it, exactly, but she could tell he was clean and valued it. His glasses only complimented his rather pretty eyes, and the dirty blond hair hanging over his forehead looked soft and welcoming. She'd often taken notice to his looks during their class together, but she'd never even considered talking to him. Oh no, she was much too shy for that.
The grinding of her teeth on the crunchy flesh of the plants was satisfying and gave her a brief feeling of euphoria. The next five minutes before the show passed in silence. She had finished her vegetables by this time and crumpled up the aluminum. She and Rue got up at the same time. just as she was about to head for the auditorium, He came over to her with a slight look of awkwardness on his face, as if he wanted to speak, but couldn't. Eventually, he seemed to find words.
"Wanna sit together?"
The sentence was very direct, and he stood there for a few more moments in silence. She was alarmed and hardly knew what to think. Her? Sit with him? That was quite the notion... No one had ever asked her that question before, and she certainly hadn't been expecting it from him, who hardly spoke. Was it a sign of partnership? An act of friendship? Or was he just being polite? Either way, sitting next to someone was better than sitting alone, but he'd walked away before she could give him an answer. She blinked a couple of times and picked her bag up. Stay calm, Addison...don't say anything weird. But he didn't seem all that normal himself. Would he care if she acted in her normal, weird way? Maybe it was best to act herself.
Addy headed through the doors as the lights began to dim, and spotted the seat Rue was sitting in near the back. She sucked in a deep breath and built up enough courage to walk over and plop down next to him without a word. She looked over at him and gave him a very brief, half-sincere smile and took to looking through her bag for a notebook and a pencil. By this time the announcer had began to speak the introduction for the show.
She caught sight of a pen. Aha, there you are. Just as she was in the midst of pulling it out of the bag, a horrible, creeping chill crawled up her spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Addy held in a gasp and fell back into her seat, closing her eyes and clenching the pen more tightly than she normally would. She knew that chill....the feeling. The feeling she only got when something...strange was about to happen. Something...Abnormal. Paranormal. She tried to ignore the feeling of dread slowly feeding into her soul, and opened to the first blank page of her notebook, writing something down with her quivering hand. "Performers will be in for surprise tonight." She immediately scribbled that out so that it was completely illegible, and in the line underneath wrote "Performance seems to have promising performers. In need of attention. Ego boost. Even if they suck, they will get complimented." After writing that down, she tapped her pencil on the notebook anxiously. Her attempt at self-humor wasn't winning over the sick feeling she was getting in her stomach.
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