Mov stood in front of the theater with his ticket in hand. He really hadn't expected to draw the lucky ticket number, it was just something he did on a whim. To be honest, he considered not even going. But then again, he had nothing better to do. A warm breeze burst out the door as Mov opened it, heading inside. The door had lead backstage, where he couldn't see who was in the crowd of people watching. There were others backstage, bustling around and getting ready for whatever they were doing, since the Improv he was scheduled to do probably wasn't the only thing happening tonight. A large man with a greying beard walked up to him, and guided him to a seat nearby. "Now you have to wait". He said, with a thick accent that Mov didn't recognize.
"Wait for what?" Mov asked the man, but he didn't seem to hear him. Mov looks around. The wooden walls are painted a dark red color, and posters where stuck as far as the eye can see. Giant trunks and hangers filled with clothes and other random item litter the floor in front of him, and people of all sizes are sorting through them, grabbing what they needed. Mov sighed, pulled out a cigar, lit it, and took in a deep inhale. He puffed it out, and let it hang between his fingers. Some people were now looking over and giving him a dirty look, but Mov could care less. He took another puff and laid down on the bench, waiting for whatever he was waiting for.Theodore Connelly
Post by Theodore Connelly on May 5, 2020 18:21:57 GMT
He really needed to stop just going along with what random conmen on the street asked of him. He had only reluctantly pulled from the darned box (after admittedly little prodding), and had somehow managed to draw the 'lucky' ticket.
His day-off was not going as planned.
He grimaced as the man at the backdoors of the theater stepped aside to let him in, the private considering just backing out and returning home; the decision was taken off his hands however, peer pressured inside by the other people on the line telling him to get his ass moving.
This was the first time he had ever stood on the theater's backstage, and boy, it looked busy. Anywhere he looked, he found people making preparations for the show. It made him wonder if all these people had been planning what they would do from the moment they got their tickets. It made him wonder if he was a jackass for putting it off until literally now.
The ticket did say 'Improv Night' though...
Feeling somewhat self-conscious, Theo approached one of the boxes, getting elbowed by the people around him for his troubles, before half-heartedly beginning to rift through its contents.
Marionette? No, he didn't know anything about ventriloquism. Bowling pins? No, he couldn't juggle either. A woman's sexto- Awright, looking away, looking away!
His gaze yanked away from his find so abruptly it ended up on the other side of the backstage, where he finally found the one other person who clearly gave even less of a crap than he had.
Thinking he had found something of a kindred spirit, Theo pried himself away from the box before beginning to approach the young man.
The air around him was rancid with the not so lovely smell of ciggarettes, but Theo was a trooper in Shin-Ra's army; he was used to breathing in second hand smokes.
"Hey thereeeee-uuuh..." He greeted the other, not entirely able to keep his brows in check at the sight of Mov Atomos now that he was near. "... I guess you don't need to check the boxes. Came in ready to roll?"
With that suit? He must have had a hell of a routine. What the heck was that helmet? W- was that have a digital display?
Mov turned around to face whoever was talking to him. Mov scoffed as soon as he saw him, he was obviously a soldier in Shin-Ra's army. The way he stood, his serious eyes, he was used to getting ordered what to do. Mov looked him up and down, he was the complete opposite of him. He had light skin and neatly cut hair, his face had the smoothness of a baby, and he looked like he was just itching to save someone. The guy couldn't even keep his face from portraying how surprised he was when he saw Mov. Was he ready to roll? He had never heard someone actually ask someone else that question.
"At ease soldier." Mov mocked. "We're out in a bit I think. Till then, just stay here and don't go MIA." Mov took another puff and fake saluted Theo. He then sat up, stuck his feet out, and scooted over, giving Theo some room on the bench. He then turned around and started mindlessly rifling through the box next to him. It was filled with colorful clothes and hats, stuff of nightmares.Theodore Connelly
Post by Theodore Connelly on May 5, 2020 22:46:29 GMT
Theodore blinked down at the weirdo in surprise as he immediately threw army-themed dismissive quips his way, seeing through Theo's civilian clothes and seemingly not finding what he discovered interesting enough to do much attention or mind.
But hey! At least he made space for him on the bench! That had to count for something, right?
Maybe he was just a bit rough around the edges. Lots of people from the slums tended to be when in the presence of a Shin-Ra guard, and this guy was: number one, clearly from the slums, because nobody from the top plate would dress like that, and number two, clearly rather familiar with members of Shin-Ra's forces, if he could see through their civilian 'disguise', so to speak, with only the mannerisms of one as incompetent as Theo, of all people, to go with.
Then again, incompetence was the norm in the Shin-Ra's standard troops.
Well, guess what? He had gotten one thing wrong!
"U- uh... H-hahaha, good one! But, I, uh... I ain't a SOLDIER." ... He wasn't paying attention to Theo anymore, was he? Riffling through some of the boxes nearby as he was, it certainly didn't seem like it.
Sighing, the young trooper turned around before settling his butt onto the space Mov Atomos had left for him, playing with his fingers awkwardly for a moment.
He didn't last long.
"I'm Theo, by the way." He finally said after moments of letting him look through the box's contents in silence. "Anything good in there?"
Maybe he really should have just stayed at home and eaten that last pack of instant noodles on his cupboard instead. Likely less embarrassing and ironically self-destructive for his self-esteem.
With a sigh, Theo drove his head back onto the wall, staring at the ceiling.
"I wonder if we'll get anything if we do good enough." He mumbled, looking at the ceiling. "I could really use some extra cash right now." He wasn't sure how he would make both rent and dinner this month- he was getting real tired of instant noodles.
Last Edit: May 5, 2020 22:49:19 GMT by Theodore Connelly: Added some more stuff at the end!
Mov sighed. This kid really wouldn't stop talking...he reminded him of some of his drug clients after getting high off his product. "Oh would you look at that!" Mov said with a sarcastic gasp. "Now isn't that ironic?" He said, pulling a plastic police badge from the box. "This place is just full of surprises."
Mov dropped the badge back into the box and turned around, looking a Theo. He took another puff of his cigar. "Nice to meet ya' Theo. I would tell you my name, but I don't know if you've read any wanted posters lately, and I don't want to risk jogging your memory." Mov took another puff and scratched his neck. This kid was hella awkward and he didn't know what to say. He supposed he could keep teasing him for now. He held the cigar and reached it out to Theo. "Wanna drag?"Theodore Connelly
Post by Theodore Connelly on May 6, 2020 16:24:42 GMT
The youthful trooper tilted his head at the badge, the sarcasm and brilliance of the rest young man's quips also sailing merrily over his head, his utter ignorance regarding the man before him shining through.
If it was any consolation to Mov Atomos, it was rather clear that the jackass before him had never so much as heard of him, let alone checked a WANTED board in his life. He certainly didn't seem the bounty hunter type.
"Uh... Gotcha. Wait, no I don't. What?" Was he really some kind of wanted man? That didn't make sense. "You are not even much older than me! Uh... I think. How could you possibly be a wanted man already?"
Theo eyed the the cigarette for a moment, before shaking his head.
"Uh, thanks. But I get enough Second hand smoke on the daily as it is. Don't really want to get to the cancer any quicker; I'm already on the fast track." The gods knew the troopers loved their nicotine, or alcohol, or any vice that could help them get through the day in and day out of Shin-Ra.
But that aside...
"Wanted, really?" That was... genuinely more interesting than this whole improv night thing.
Man, this guy wasn't the brightest bulb out there was he? "It was a joke man. And yes, we're probably the same age...though I'm not sure how you made that assumption through just looking at my helmet and body." Mov could tell him that he was in fact wanted, but thought otherwise. The man that had guided him to his seat earlier walked up to the two of them. "You both up in five." He said, his accent still thick. Mov looked back at Theo as the man walked away. "In case you didn't get that one Mr. Rocket Scientist, he means we're up in about 5 minutes." He regretted saying it though, knowing his "Rocket Scientist" quip might make the guy more confused.Theodore Connelly
Post by Theodore Connelly on May 15, 2020 16:36:56 GMT
"O- oh, right. That makes sense." He replied, chuckling weakly.
Of course he wasn't actually a wanted man. Why would a wanted man lead with such a thing to someone he had immediately pegged for a Shin-Ra Drone?
Theodore didn't know it but there was some simple mind games going on here that were sailing merrily over his head- as usual.
He also wasn't completely sure, but he got the impression the other youth might not like him much.
He probably wouldn't like him any better either if he admitted he merely assumed his age based on the fact that he couldn't fathom any man being anywhere near his 30s while dressed in such a ridiculous get up, so he simply shrugged his shoulders sheepishly, kept his biases to himself and scratched the back of his head, smiling awkwardly.
"Lucky guess?" He uttered, just as the man who let them in approached, letting them know they were due in five minutes.
Oh boy; and Theo still had no act. That couldn't be good.
"I know that!" He snapped at the other youth, at least capable of catching on to such obvious mockery- probably cause he had heard that one before.
He dove once again into the box, rummaging desperately for something, anything that may help him in his act.
Yoyo? No, he hadn't practiced any tricks since he was a kid. Skateboard? He doubted they had a halfpipe to go along with it- not that he could skate for that matter. Dildo-?!
"Again?!" Screeched the youth, throwing it over his shoulder and at Mov Atomos reflexively with a yelp. "Why do they even have thi? What kind of show are they running?!"
There was nothing inside. Nothing he could use anyway.
Standing up slowly, the youth felt his sweat slowly roll down his spine, tugging at his neck nervously before swallowing.
Only one option left...
Stand up act.
"Oh god, I'm gonna get tomato'd out of here." He muttered lowly as he began to bite into his nails, even as his mind began to pull from each and every one of his recent experiences to try and make up an act.
Mov caught the Dildo with a reflexive grab. He looked down at it and dropped it almost immediately. He looked through the box as well, checking if there was anything he could use. He picked up the skateboard and smiled. "I can use this". He thought to himself. He hadn't rode since he was a teenager, but he guessed he would do fine. Theo was obviously freaking out, but he didn't know why. He stood up and hopped on the board, riding around Theo in multiple laps. "Chill out Theo, you'll do fine. I'm sure the crowd will find your dumbness a little funny." He tried to perform a kick-flip and landed on his back, groaning in pain. "@#$*@#%$!<&^$!" Mov yelped as a rolled onto his front, his back in pain.Theodore Connelly
Last Edit: May 15, 2020 17:16:01 GMT by Mov Atomos
Post by Theodore Connelly on May 16, 2020 0:39:55 GMT
While Theo was having a breakdown, panicking at the thought of having to perform in public and getting bloody boo'd out of the establishment, Mov Atomos thought it appropriate to do donuts around the despairing youth.
Needless to say, it was probably karma that got him flat on his ass.
"Mind the f*cking language." Mumbled a surly Theo while hugging his legs to his chest, raising one of his hands and pointing it at the other youth before a green glow suddenly enveloped the skater, providing some swift relief to what according to statistics could have easily been a bone breaking injury, what with his critical lack of any and all safety equipment; sans helmet, of course.
"Do you think the crowd would be entertained if I told them about that time my commanding officer got possessed by ghosts in the train graveyard and had to be rescued by a hobo swordsman that had just tried to kill us at the abandoned church just a few days before?" He asked suddenly, eyes narrowed and lips pursed, as if seriously considering telling them what had to obviously be a complete lie.