Post by ilina yuliana arnaut. on May 19, 2011 13:50:34 GMT -5
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Her music was playing softly through white earbuds into her psyche and Illi enjoyed it. She didn't really have much to do at the moment, considering it was now around midnight. Illi had had another nightmare. It had started very infrequently when she arrived here, but now she had had enough. Illi's nightmares were never the same twice. And she could never predict when they were coming and when they were going. Tonight's wasn't awfully bad. Tonight's was, in fact, rather tame compared to the others she'd had in the past. She was just... Tired. Sick of all this. So, she got up and started walking.
Illi knew well that she wasn't supposed to be up this late at night. Who was going to catch her, anyway? And she thought she had made a good impression on everybody here, what with her ball-of-sunshine attitude about life. She figured she'd be fine. Illi didn't know at first where she wanted to go, but she wanted to be somewhere alone. Somewhere she would feel... At peace. After a bit of thinking and a lot of wandering, she found herself here in the theatre. It was a nice place. She loved being here. She wanted to be an actress herself and found this place to be her own home away from home. She wandered back and forth across the stage, waving her hand around to wave the dust around. She swept it to one side and swept it back, simulating ocean waves. She could barely see, but a little bit of light poured in from she-didn't-care-where. It was nice. She could at least see where she was going. And where the dust was going.
She could hear her footsteps past her music. Her music was low enough so that she could hear... Anything, really. There just wasn't any other noise to hear. So, her music seemed loud enough. In any other situation, this would be inaudible. She was listening to a Manchester Orchestra song at the moment, one of her favorite songs ever. She was on her "slow" playlist that, despite not having lots of songs, was probably her most emotional playlist. She listened to it whenever she was facing troubles in her life, or on restless nights like this one. She imagined she could go back to her room around two in the morning, if that. Later maybe. Illi was almost sure that everyone was asleep.
She spun on one heel and made her way back across the stage, slowly, subconsciously timing her footsteps with the waves of dust.
Illi liked the little bit of moonlight that was there with her. It was just the perfect amount. Not a whole lot, but just enough to illuminate the stage a bit. She figured they had curtains or something to cover whatever windows there were when a show came along. Or they didn't. Or there were never any shows. Illi wondered just how they could have all of these programs when they were trying to keep everything secret. All of the super-strong guys played football or something. Someone had to notice it eventually. Well, that "eventually" wasn't today so Illi was fine with whatever the school wanted to do. It was too isolated here. Illi was running out of spots she could call her own. She figured she could maybe rip a board out of a secluded side of the stage and make her little private den underneath it, but that probably wasn't the best idea. It'd be cramped, and if she was discovered she would probably be thrown into the woods and never allowed back in.
The woods! Illi knew that nobody in their right mind went into the woods. Illi just wondered what was on the other side. Trees don't go on forever. Eventually, Illi would end up somewhere. She figured if she ever needed to escape, she could become on of those kids who went in and never came back. Maybe that's what they did. Maybe they thought the school was too strict so they left. Maybe on the other side there's a whole town of people like Illi, a town in which everyone is accepted and loved. A town where the people love their lives and don't care about keeping secrets from the public eye. Why? Because screw them! They had powers, and they were proud of it! They wouldn't hurt a fly, and anyone who thinks that people with powers are automatically killers are ignorant, prejudiced pricks!
Her song ended and she checked her iPod. Five percent battery remaining. Twelve oh-five. She paused her music and began to hum the same song, waving the dust in sync with it. She needed to save her battery. And her sanity.
Illi knew well that she wasn't supposed to be up this late at night. Who was going to catch her, anyway? And she thought she had made a good impression on everybody here, what with her ball-of-sunshine attitude about life. She figured she'd be fine. Illi didn't know at first where she wanted to go, but she wanted to be somewhere alone. Somewhere she would feel... At peace. After a bit of thinking and a lot of wandering, she found herself here in the theatre. It was a nice place. She loved being here. She wanted to be an actress herself and found this place to be her own home away from home. She wandered back and forth across the stage, waving her hand around to wave the dust around. She swept it to one side and swept it back, simulating ocean waves. She could barely see, but a little bit of light poured in from she-didn't-care-where. It was nice. She could at least see where she was going. And where the dust was going.
She could hear her footsteps past her music. Her music was low enough so that she could hear... Anything, really. There just wasn't any other noise to hear. So, her music seemed loud enough. In any other situation, this would be inaudible. She was listening to a Manchester Orchestra song at the moment, one of her favorite songs ever. She was on her "slow" playlist that, despite not having lots of songs, was probably her most emotional playlist. She listened to it whenever she was facing troubles in her life, or on restless nights like this one. She imagined she could go back to her room around two in the morning, if that. Later maybe. Illi was almost sure that everyone was asleep.
She spun on one heel and made her way back across the stage, slowly, subconsciously timing her footsteps with the waves of dust.
Illi liked the little bit of moonlight that was there with her. It was just the perfect amount. Not a whole lot, but just enough to illuminate the stage a bit. She figured they had curtains or something to cover whatever windows there were when a show came along. Or they didn't. Or there were never any shows. Illi wondered just how they could have all of these programs when they were trying to keep everything secret. All of the super-strong guys played football or something. Someone had to notice it eventually. Well, that "eventually" wasn't today so Illi was fine with whatever the school wanted to do. It was too isolated here. Illi was running out of spots she could call her own. She figured she could maybe rip a board out of a secluded side of the stage and make her little private den underneath it, but that probably wasn't the best idea. It'd be cramped, and if she was discovered she would probably be thrown into the woods and never allowed back in.
The woods! Illi knew that nobody in their right mind went into the woods. Illi just wondered what was on the other side. Trees don't go on forever. Eventually, Illi would end up somewhere. She figured if she ever needed to escape, she could become on of those kids who went in and never came back. Maybe that's what they did. Maybe they thought the school was too strict so they left. Maybe on the other side there's a whole town of people like Illi, a town in which everyone is accepted and loved. A town where the people love their lives and don't care about keeping secrets from the public eye. Why? Because screw them! They had powers, and they were proud of it! They wouldn't hurt a fly, and anyone who thinks that people with powers are automatically killers are ignorant, prejudiced pricks!
Her song ended and she checked her iPod. Five percent battery remaining. Twelve oh-five. She paused her music and began to hum the same song, waving the dust in sync with it. She needed to save her battery. And her sanity.
