Post by Joelle Sanders on Jan 9, 2010 1:30:55 GMT -5
Joelle sat in the empty theatre watching the old style movie. Watching but not really seeing. No one came to the early showings of classic 1940 films on saturday mornings and that was why Joelle was sitting, her knees brought up to her chin and lost in thought. It was a great place to come and just relax with no distractions and just think. Sometimes, when she couldnt think anymore for fear of her head bursting open, she would actually focus her attention on the flickering black and white film and get lost in a world where the women needed saving and the men were always good.
She had only had to make a hasty exit once from this particular theatre and the scorch marks on the carpet floor were testimony to that. On occasion she would get up and just sort of twirl around with the old operatic music that would sometimes dominate the films soundtrack and pour out of the speakers. Old man tibbet, who ran the projector would cat call down to her as she twirled and danced her way though the seats.
Although he was 72, that man had the libido of a 25 year old.
As the music swelled and the nameless man (for she hadnt really been paying attention) asked the beautiful woman to dance, Joelle stood up and curstied to her imaginary partner.
"Why certainly!"
She giggled and straightened up, getting into the proper stance for a Vietnamese waltz. Chin up, back straight she began to move through the aisles, her eyes closing and her feet moving on their own accord, remembering the years of lessons her parents had paid handsomely for. A light smile graced her features as she continued to fly throughout the theatre.
Slowly, her surroundings faded and she entered her own world. A world where she wasn't hunted and her parents still loved her. A world where she could still be whatever she wanted. A world where she could shower regularly. She faded into this and became completely oblivious, not even hearing Mr. Tibbets calls of approval.
Peace.
She had only had to make a hasty exit once from this particular theatre and the scorch marks on the carpet floor were testimony to that. On occasion she would get up and just sort of twirl around with the old operatic music that would sometimes dominate the films soundtrack and pour out of the speakers. Old man tibbet, who ran the projector would cat call down to her as she twirled and danced her way though the seats.
Although he was 72, that man had the libido of a 25 year old.
As the music swelled and the nameless man (for she hadnt really been paying attention) asked the beautiful woman to dance, Joelle stood up and curstied to her imaginary partner.
"Why certainly!"
She giggled and straightened up, getting into the proper stance for a Vietnamese waltz. Chin up, back straight she began to move through the aisles, her eyes closing and her feet moving on their own accord, remembering the years of lessons her parents had paid handsomely for. A light smile graced her features as she continued to fly throughout the theatre.
Slowly, her surroundings faded and she entered her own world. A world where she wasn't hunted and her parents still loved her. A world where she could still be whatever she wanted. A world where she could shower regularly. She faded into this and became completely oblivious, not even hearing Mr. Tibbets calls of approval.
Peace.