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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 26, 2012 20:09:09 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 1, Day 2, semi-private __________________________________
Not many would look at an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district and think that when renovated, it would make an excellent theater. The South Detroit Drama Association did. And they were right. It had been the place to hold several gritty plays, using the very atmosphere of the district to enhance the experience.
Part of it genuinely appealed to Arthur. It reminded him of an era long gone, when one of the gladitorial amphitheaters in the heart of Kaon would be converted into a stage for dramatic plays, with the gladiators acting out ancient terrors that the noble heroes defeated. He even lets out a rare, nostalgic sigh as he lays eyes on the building.
But while it was a welcome bonus, he did not forget why he was here. Oh no, he had plans, plans he would soon act out on. For now he was standing at the bar, enjoying mineral water, dressed in a sharp blue suit as he lets his eye wander over the crowd waiting in the welcome hall for the play to start. While his gaze is seemingly casual and relaxed, he is in truth keeping an eye out for a certain someone.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 26, 2012 20:25:10 GMT -5
Petunia runs her fingers through her hair as she walks into the welcome hall. Helmets always mess with her hair, but it's better than the street messing with her skull if she takes a spill.
She's dressed in blue Kevlar, black motorcycle boots, and a red motorcycle jacket that she promptly unzips and lets slide halfway down her arms. She has very nice shoulders.
There's a certain manic quality to her motions - she bypasses the bar entirely, heading straight for the theater. There's not even a moment's hesitation - she hits the doors like she means to go through them if they don't open.
The other day, she managed to be caller nine at the local classic rock station, and now she had tickets! To a live show! She's never been to a live show, before.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 26, 2012 20:40:02 GMT -5
Ah. The red storm has arrived. And she is certainly garnering a few looks of disapproval. An usher walks up to her and tries to prevent her from knocking down the door, raising his hands and trying to get in between her and it. "Please, ma'am, the show hasn't started yet. Please wait until we are ready to open the doors and you can seat yourself."
Arthur chuckles softly at the situation. Oh, this really was far too precious, and the scornful look of the rest of the public just made it even more precious. He does not approach her yet. But he does look at her, and if she looks his way, she will see possibly the only face who is amused but kind instead of judging and annoyed.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 26, 2012 20:47:46 GMT -5
"There are people seating already," Petunia says, giving the usher an irritated look. "I was looking, and I did notice that."
She is correct. There are people seating. They just happen to be Drama Association members who enjoy certain privileges for the amount of money they pay into the association.
He explains this to her quietly and escorts her in the direction of the bar. Petunia tolerates it, but the scornful looks from the public are met with a hard-eyed stare. The red eyes make it almost creepy to hold for too long.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 26, 2012 20:54:39 GMT -5
The usher does explain it to her quietly and patiently, but there's a moment where he looks down at her attire. He barely avoids saying "You, obviously, are not one of them".
Arthur watches her come closer. As he does, he waves the bartender over while he taps his drink. By the time Petunia arrives at the counter, she will have a glass of mineral water awaiting her. Non-alcoholic, but he doesn't want to give the wrong impression. "Don't take it too hardly. It is preposterous, but unfortunately, they have to appease the people who make certain that they remain well funded."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 29, 2012 12:18:56 GMT -5
"I don't understand why money is worth more than love." Petunia's shoulders slump as she picks up the glass of water. But she finds the more she's in Detroit, the more some things just- don't click in her head. She knows them, but she doesn't know the why of them.
"All the world's a stage, but we are only players..."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 29, 2012 13:53:29 GMT -5
"It is because greed drives us all. Even those most noble of us." His voice is full of remorse. The look in his eyes when he turns his gaze upon her and notes her sadness, one of sympathy. Then, he offers her a small, consoling smile. "Even so, love is still one of the most powerful forces in this world. I am grateful for at least that."
The quote gets him to raise an eyebrow, while a soft chuckle escapes his lips. "And what is your role, miss...?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 29, 2012 14:12:26 GMT -5
"Love of money is the root of all evil, though they say arrogance was the first sin," Petunia muses. There is something wandering about her eyes - she meets Arthur's eyes, then her gaze flicks away to look about, then back to him, then away, then back.
"Princess of Wands, risen from Judgment, reborn into the Sun." She smiles, meets his eyes. "And what of you?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 29, 2012 15:27:07 GMT -5
The pop culture loving Junkion has become quite the cultured word smith ginger, hasn't she? It amuses Onslaught. Particularly the notion that this wench knows anything of culture.
But he does not show it in his own fleeting gazes, which wander from the crowd, to his glass and to her. Sometimes it lingers on her, and when he does, he offers her the faintest of smiles before he looks away again.
He recognizes her words. But thinking of something to use to describe him proves to be difficult. "Hm...Prince of Swords and Wands. Full of ideas and designs, intensely clever with an elastic mind. Proud, swift and strong, noble and generous." He leaves out the unsavory parts, some of which very much so apply to him. He turns to look at her again and smiles, extending his hand. "Arthur Aldrin. Apologies if I did not use that right; Tarot was my mother's passion. My knowledge of it is fleeting."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 29, 2012 18:57:40 GMT -5
If Petunia knew what Arthur was thinking, she would be insulted. If Pee-Dee knew, she would laugh herself sick.
"You knew enough to recognize it," Petunia says impishly. Perhaps this is a man who can keep up with her when she talks! She likes Muzzle, but there are times when she says something and he stares at her as if she was speaking Sanskrit. Someone to talk to would be lovely, even if Arthur is a little arrogant. "My name is Petunia Dahlia."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 29, 2012 19:44:26 GMT -5
"It is a pleasure, miss Dahlia." He offers her an interested and warm smile, then looks back at the crowd. Still not moving. "There are few things more annoying than a delayed opening for a play." Then, he looks back at her to smile, implying that he at least thinks his current company is pleasant. Others would outright say it, but that would be so incredibly tacky and cliché.
Then, his gaze darts downwards, long enough to look at the body armor that is wrapped around her torso. An eyebrow quirks in interest. "So, miss Dahlia, are you in the employ of a well equipped private security firm, or are you an honorable law enforcer, doing her best to keep these mean streets clean?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 29, 2012 20:52:59 GMT -5
"You obviously haven't searched very hard." Petunia sets the water down, beckons the bartender over. "Sprite and Amaretto, please?"
She grins when he asks about the Kevlar. People always ask about the Kevlar. "The latter, but that's not why I wear this stuff."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 29, 2012 21:17:13 GMT -5
"I did. I weeded them out. I actively strive to have as few annoyances as possible." The chuckle that accompanies his words is not as ominous as it could have been.
"Oh really?" He quirks an eyebrow in interest and turns to face her fully, leaning against the bar as he does. His amber eyes flicker in boyish intrigue. "Mind if I ask why? I would love to know your particular subplot in the drama that is life."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 29, 2012 23:17:46 GMT -5
The bartender brings her drink, and Petunia takes a healthy drink of it. "Mmm! I like the flavor of this better."
She grins at Arthur and hums the tune of 'Born to be Wild' before answering. "I ride a motorcycle. Kevlar's not quite as good as leather for keeping you from getting skinned in a tumble across the highway, but it's cheaper."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 2, 2012 20:57:35 GMT -5
He listens with interest to Petunia's explanation, continuing to hum that tune to himself as she does. When she is done he chuckles, offering her a small smile that shows just enough teeth to express interest and amusement.
"That is rather clever. Good thinking, miss Dahlia. And it has the added bonus of drawing people's attention so you can impress them with your profession?"
Another chuckle, this time accompanied by a knowing, teasing wink. Not hard to imagine that witless idiots are fawning over her every chance they get.
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