Post by jakkidee on Jul 27, 2007 18:06:42 GMT -5
The marquee had stated more than one highly obscure movie choice; Robin had opted to go with the undoubtedly cheesy slasher flick that had somehow been playing every Friday night for at least three months without fail. At this point, it was not a question of which movie to see, or with whom he should see it, but whether he should go with the traditional popcorn and extra-large drink to take with him into the theatre [and possibly throw at other viewers] or something more modern, more conventional, more... sticky. Food was usually not a problem with Robin, but this night, he felt it was the most pressing of his worries.
One might say, 'just do both!' Robin would agree, save the fact he had only seven dollars in his pocket: enough for popcorn and pop, or ooey-gooey tantalizingly sweet bite-sized candies, and that same old plain Jane pop. Upon seeing the kinds of people filing into the lobby: sickly-sweet couples wherein the petite girl wore the big, buff boyfriend's letterman jacket; short, scrawny, bespectacled nothings that were either in it for the sweet CGI effects, or the minimal nudity that was bound to appear at some point during the film (as that was as close as they ever had, or ever would get to a real live naked woman); and a few others, like himself, who seemed the type to actually enjoy these black-and-white horrors; he decided the popcorn, with its low mass, high abundance and high projectile abilities, would be the better choice.
Large paper bag full of pale yellow puffs and tall plastic cup full to the brim with caramel colored cola in hands, Robin made his cool, not-caring-what-other-people-think (even though he knew everyone was watching him) way into the theatre. He sat near to the back, in a row completely empty aside from himself. He settled himself into the seating, and scoped out his surroundings. The varsity couple had situated themselves in front of him three rows, and directly in the centre of the theatre. The band of geeks had formed a line along the side, their nasal voices and laughter drifting toward him.
"I hear, in the last scene, you can see the girl's breasticies!"
A roar of laughter that pierced the ears followed, as well as poor attempts at cat calls. Robin merely shook his head, and looked to the floor below him. Moments later, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the small crowd. Feeling it was safe to expose himself to these elements, robin carefully took off his large shades and placed them neatly in the breast pocket of his black denim jacket. Looking forward, he found everything much lighter than before. The film flickered into life, a crackling round five, quickly replaced by a four... three... two... one...
One might say, 'just do both!' Robin would agree, save the fact he had only seven dollars in his pocket: enough for popcorn and pop, or ooey-gooey tantalizingly sweet bite-sized candies, and that same old plain Jane pop. Upon seeing the kinds of people filing into the lobby: sickly-sweet couples wherein the petite girl wore the big, buff boyfriend's letterman jacket; short, scrawny, bespectacled nothings that were either in it for the sweet CGI effects, or the minimal nudity that was bound to appear at some point during the film (as that was as close as they ever had, or ever would get to a real live naked woman); and a few others, like himself, who seemed the type to actually enjoy these black-and-white horrors; he decided the popcorn, with its low mass, high abundance and high projectile abilities, would be the better choice.
Large paper bag full of pale yellow puffs and tall plastic cup full to the brim with caramel colored cola in hands, Robin made his cool, not-caring-what-other-people-think (even though he knew everyone was watching him) way into the theatre. He sat near to the back, in a row completely empty aside from himself. He settled himself into the seating, and scoped out his surroundings. The varsity couple had situated themselves in front of him three rows, and directly in the centre of the theatre. The band of geeks had formed a line along the side, their nasal voices and laughter drifting toward him.
"I hear, in the last scene, you can see the girl's breasticies!"
A roar of laughter that pierced the ears followed, as well as poor attempts at cat calls. Robin merely shook his head, and looked to the floor below him. Moments later, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the small crowd. Feeling it was safe to expose himself to these elements, robin carefully took off his large shades and placed them neatly in the breast pocket of his black denim jacket. Looking forward, he found everything much lighter than before. The film flickered into life, a crackling round five, quickly replaced by a four... three... two... one...
