fast times at [OPEN]

[cohen nathaniel phillips]

a dream is a wish your

heart makes when you're fast asleep

There was something about the Santa Ria Cinema that Cohen Phillips liked. Maybe it was the smell of popcorn, or the fact that they played foreign and old classics as well as the tinsel town produced, mega block buster hits. Even though each of these reasons were valid, the real reason why Cohen Phillips loved to work at the cinema was because it gave him something to do- to get out of his dorm room and actually go out for once. He didn't mind that he would be scraping gum off of chairs or serving greasy pop corn to old people. Okay, maybe he did mind a bit. He didn't even need the money or anything he just needed to keep himself busy. And at least the cinema provided just that.

Tonight, Cohen was working the concession stand. He hated it, but his boss told him that they needed an extra person since some one else backed off last minute. He would much rather be scraping gum off of chairs than actually have to speak to people. The place was empty save for a couple in the corner making out. Cohen let out a long, dramatic sigh and placed his head on his hand as he leaned over the counter. Earlier, it was full of people ordering popcorn and candy but now that most of the movies were on, the place was lifeless. He even had to serve some people from school which was always fun.

not.

"uhm... Helloooo?" Cohen snapped out of his reverie when he saw that a girl around his age was standing right in front of him, with a hand on her slender hip. She was tapping her foot against the floor and giving Cohen a weird look. Cohen shot up straight, causing him to stumble backwards slightly. He gave the girl what he hoped was a friendly smile and cleared his throat. "ah, hell... oh" The girl raised a perfectly arched brow and ordered her popcorn. Cohen turned around, awkwardly and got everything for her. Once he was finished he thrust the food in her arms, causing some of the drink to spill on her. She shrieked and he turned scarlett. "Crap. oh jeez. I'm sorry." The girl just glared at Cohen and turned around. He heard snickering behind him and saw that one of his co-workers was trying not to burst out laughing at him. He gave him a sarcastic look and turned back to face the empty lobby once more. Tonight would be a long night.

TAG !? you lucky duck (:
WORD COUNT !? four twenty- eight
GRAPHICS !? azureah of caution.
LOCATION !? Santa Ria Cinema
WEARING !? cinema uni?
LYRICS !? a dream is a wish
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !?Sorry it's so short and super lame.
Just felt like threading but had no muse xD.
I promise my response will be much better :3

[indigo christian lyle]

THROUGH PASTURES BLUE AND GREEN

I'LL FOLLOW YOU AND YOU'LLL FOLLOW ME

Indie was alone tonight, that was probably monumentally sad, but she was dealing with it. She had just finished work, a particularly busy evening, and whilst she didn't exactly run marathons to earn a living, she was still pretty tired. Since her last period of the day had been free, she had been at work pretty much as soon as her classes had ended. She wasn't entirely sure how mnay hours she had worked that night, but as long as she was getting payed, it didn't really matter. She enjoyed it better when it was busy. When it was busy, she had to think about what she was doing. If her mind didn't have the oppurtunity to wander, it was quite possible that she wouldn't even notice that she was bored. Slow nights were the worst, she bored easily. Still, even if it was slow, she was grateful for her job. The restaurant she worked in payed well, and it had taken her three attempts to actually get an interview, followed by monotonous research into the company. Indigo had found from past experience that, in interviews, she was often asked what she knew about the company. Mostly, it was nothing. She had noted that, after asking this, her potential employer didn't react too well to her looking sheepish and admitting 'not much'. Still, she had managed to land one job after such an interview, but it wasn't exactly the greatest of careers. When she had gotten an offer for her current job, she had left for the better pay and more suitable hours. She kind of felt bad, but then again, she needed the money.

Wandering into double doors, she glanced about. Wow, dead. A rather peturbed looking young woman stalked past her, a wet stain on her winsome shirt. Indigo smirked a little. It was cruel of her to do so, but she always liked to see that. Stuck-up, spoilt, rich kids getting a little of what they deserved. Her face was like thunder. Meandering forward, she stopped at the concessions stand. Usually, people bought they're treats and such after their tickets, but Indie had no idea what she wanted to watch. "Hi" she said, eyes looking into her bag to find her purse. If she was going to take his sickly candy, she needed to pay the kind gentleman. "I just want popcorn please...And some water." she said, her tone a little impatient, but fairly pleasant for her. "I know this isn't your area, but whats on tonight that doesn't have guns and/or Linday Lohan in?" Finding her purse, she looked up expectantly at the young man. He looked a darn sight friendlier than the sour woman at the ticket booth, and in any case, he worked here, surely he at least knew a little about which films were showing tonight. Indie wasn't too interested in watching some Fast and Furious-esque film. Not that she had ever seen that, but the trailers looked decidedly lame.

notes mine sucks tooo ;3
song let your love grow tall - passion pit
lyrics passion pit
words five zero seven[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[cohen nathaniel phillips]

a dream is a wish your

heart makes when you're fast asleep

Cohen grabbed a towel and began wiping the counter in small, circular motions. He didn't know what was wrong with him, why he couldn't just have a normal conversation with someone. Probably because once he let someone in, they wouldn't be interested in a Star Wars, comic book loving nerd. He tried many times to talk to girls, but it always ended with him saying something completely ridiculous, making the girls laugh at him. "Well, at least you made them laugh." He though bitterly has he wiped the counter harder. "Hi". Cohen looked up to see a girl, looking through her purse. He immediately stopped wiping when he saw it was a girl from his school. Indigo Lyle, to be exact. They had a couple of classes together or so and she seemed nice, not that he watched her or anything. Cohen was just really observant. Cohen stared at her, blankly. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to speak, but his body would not let him. "I just want popcorn please...And some water." She hadn't look up from her purse yet. Cohen was happy she hadn't or else she would see the horrified expression on his face. "I know this isn't your area, but whats on tonight that doesn't have guns and/or Lindsay Lohan in?" When she looked up he gave her a tight smile. He half expected for her to recognize him, but then again, no one ever gave him a second look. He would always blend in with the background, going unnoticed by everyone.

"well... uhm, Gone with the Wind is on tonight..." He said in a abnormally high pitched voice that sounded strange, even to him, and the words were coming out of his mouth. Cohen cleared his throat and tried not to fall over with embarrassment. "It's this old movie...uhm..." He trailed off. Of course she knew what Gone with the Wind was, everyone who appreciated American Classics did. And he saw what she read in class. She read Fitzgerald and Salinger for crying out loud. She gave him a strange look and he could feel his cheeks growing warmer. At that moment he wished that the Earth would swallow him whole, anything to keep him distracted from making a total fool out of himself.

Popcorn. Right.

Cohen turned around, grateful that he didn't have to look at her for much longer. Not that he wouldn't mind looking at her. It was the speaking part that got to him. He took his time putting the popcorn in the bag. He could see her from his peripheral vision and it only made him more nervous that she was still standing there. Of course she would still be standing there, but a tiny part of him hoped she would give up and go. A guy could dream, right? He handed her her popcorn, giving her an awkward smile and then dropping his hands to his sides.

TAG !? indigo/open
WORD COUNT !? five hundred.
GRAPHICS !? azureah of caution.
LOCATION !? Santa Ria Cinema
WEARING !? cinema uni?
LYRICS !? a dream is a wish
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !? I totally lied about making my response better. Haha, it's just one of those days xD

[indigo christian lyle]

THROUGH PASTURES BLUE AND GREEN

I'LL FOLLOW YOU AND YOU'LLL FOLLOW ME

Her eyebrows raised a fraction as she looked up, greeted by a whole heartedly forced smile. She was a little taken aback, the boy looked mildly horrified, but then her mind caught onto something else. She recognized him from school, a young man in the same grade as herself. Even in a few of his classes. Cohen. Cohen something. She wasn't exactly sure of his second name. Though it would probably have been more impressive if her reason for not knowing his name was because that she was far too popular to remember the names of everyone she knew, it was not. Indigo simply hadn't spoke to the young man more than a handful of times since he had been at the school. Teamed with the fact that she rarely payed attention to much going on around her, aside from the inconsequential things, she had no chance of recalling his name. She could probably make an uneducated guess from the hunch in her mind, but if her guess was wrong, embarrassment on both parts would ensue. Indigo could be abrasive sometimes, but at least she was happy in the knowledge that that was unintentional. It wasn't because she found herself too important to be courteous to anyone. In any case, she didn't exactly mean to be aggressive, and her general manner was getting better.

Her eyes widened a little at the tone of his voice. If he looked mildly horrified, he sounded completely aghast. She smiled awkwardly as he cleared his throat. Indigo wasn't the most social of creatures. Luckily for her, in California, it was a common personally trait, so she didn't have to rely on providing much conversation. It seemed, in this particular instance, that she was the most socially apt. If that was ever the case, there was cause to worry. She nodded as he began to explain, cutting himself off. She did like that movie, but she would be home pretty late by the time it finished. Still, in exchange for footing most of the bill of living, Indigo made her own arrangements. She had no curfew, her mother had learned not to say anything. After all, she didn't act like a mother, Indie wasn't about to let her start. "Yeah, I like that..." she stopped, rocking on her heels ever so slightly. "Cohen, right?" she said with a hopeful, at least trying to make the young man look less terrified, if nothing else. Naturally, she assumed that her company was leaving a bad taste in his mouth, though she had no idea why. Indie could be a little angry on occasion, but she wasn't senselessly violent or anything... Not unless Cohen had heard some bizarre rumour about her, but she couldn't imagine that happening. People in general knew Indie could be a little rough around the edges, but she usually kept to herself which rarely made her the object of anyone's attention. Her dalliances with high school gossip were few and far between, and nothing had ever made anyone react like this to her. Perhaps he thought she was someone else? She had no clue, but she was starting to get decidedly paranoid.

notes bleh
song doubt - delphic
lyrics passion pit
words five three six[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[cohen nathaniel phillips]

a dream is a wish your

heart makes when you're fast asleep

"Cohen, right?"

To any one, those two words may have not meant anything special. But to Cohen, those simple two words were probably the highlight of his week. Someone actually remembered him. And they weren't freaked out about his weird behavior! Well, at least not totally freaked out. Indigo was still standing there so that had to mean something. Without forgetting that he was talking to a girl- an attractive girl at that- he simply let go and smiled his half lazy gin. He hadn't realized he was actually smiling to Indigo Lyle until it finally hit him. His smile faltered and he silently cursed himself for being such a dork. "Uhm, yeah, it's Cohen." He said, half smiling and avoiding eye contact with her. He couldn't believe that some one actually knew he existed, and some one like Indigo, who was always off in her own little world. He always wondered in class what she would be thinking about. Not that he stared or anything. Right now, he felt like throwing his ugly blue cinema visor off his head and jumping in the air, clicking his heels together, Singin' in the Rain style. It took him all the will power in his body to not do that. Instead, he looked at her. Actually looked into her blue eyes. "We have literature together." He said, shyly. "I actually, uhm, sit behind you." He said the last part only to clarify. He wasn't trying to make her feel bad. He hoped to not make her feel bad. "Way to go, Cohen. A girl is actually talking to you and you're being such a tool." He didn't want to start things on the wrong foot. "It's okay that you hadn't, uhm, noticed. I don't know who sits behind me either." Lie. It was Henry Jacobs, a boy who always picked on him freshman year. "I mean, like, craning your neck and stuff, it's such a hassle." He laughed awkwardly, shifting his eyes slightly. He hoped he made at least some what a bit of sense. He couldn't tell by the look Indigo was giving him. Maybe she either wanted to a) laugh in his face or b) run away.
He hoped it would be the latter,
it would hurt a lot less.

TAG !? indigo/open
WORD COUNT !? three seventy-nine
GRAPHICS !? azureah of caution.
LOCATION !? Santa Ria Cinema
WEARING !? cinema uni?
LYRICS !? a dream is a wish
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !? blech.

[indigo christian lyle]

THROUGH PASTURES BLUE AND GREEN

I'LL FOLLOW YOU AND YOU'LL FOLLOW ME

For a moment, his terror seemed to drop, slipping away as easily as it had come. Perhaps, anyway, she had been looking down in her purse on first meeting here tonight, but he hadn't look that shocked from a distance. Maybe he was just embarrassed seeing someone he knew whilst at work. That always got to Indie, it wasn't that she was embarrassed of her job, just having to real off the whole welcome business, seating them and listing the special, all nicey nice. It mostly made her feel like an idiot. She didn't talk to most of the people in school whilst in school, let alone outside, and certainly not in her forced-pleasant waitress voice. Her lips pressed together marginally, for some reason, kind of sad as regained himself, the terror gone for the most part, replaced only by a tight smile and averted gaze. She didn't really know the boy, but he seemed sweet. The quieter ones always seemed sweet to Indie, she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because she, herself, wasn't particularly talkative, and though she could be aggressive, she wasn't a totally stuck-up princess who's only agenda was to climb the social ladder. One which they would invariably fall off once their charmed high school educations came to an end.

Her laugh was soft but genuine, he was amusing if nothing else. The young man, Cohen, he had now clarified, seemed terribly nervous and self-deprecating. Though it was a rare feat, she felt sorry for him. Not pitying, but sorry that he appeared to think so little of himself. He seemed intelligent, with a sweet face, and she doubted he had some hideous nature hidden behind the rabbit-in-the-headlights exterior. She shifted her weight onto her left hip, pulling her bag up on her shoulder a little. "No, yeah I, uh, I remember." she said with a smile "Our teacher is a total moron." she added with an impish grin. Only the other day, she had misspelled the name of the author Anthony Burgess in a handout. It wasn't exactly a challenging name to spell, and she was supposed to teach the subject. In any case, the handout had regarded A Clockwork Orange, one of Indie's favourite's, so she hadn't totally switched off from her teacher's idiocies. "Have you worked here long?" she asked, she hadn't seen him around before, but she probably hadn't been to the cinema in at least two months. It wasn't a favourite past time of hers "I don't come here a lot." she added, so that he wouldn't think she had just looked right through him if he replied with some great length of time.

notes every home should have a cohen. true fact.
song knocked up - kings of leon
lyrics passion pit
words four five nine[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[cohen nathaniel phillips]

a dream is a wish your

heart makes when you're fast asleep

She chose a. Only, she wasn't laughing in his face, per se. She was more laughing at what he said, which was a first. Cohen grinned, happy that some one actually found his lame jokes funny. He examined her facial expression, something that Cohen was now an expert on, and saw that she wasn't forcing herself to stay and talk to him to be polite, she actually kind of wanted to talk to him. He hoped. "No, yeah I, uh, I remember.". Cohen's smile grew brighter and he actually stood up straighter in hearing these words."Our teacher is a total moron." Was she starting small talk? This was a first. It would usually be Cohen trying to initiate the small talk (emphasis on trying) usually ending up with him failing miserably. But a girl has never given him a second glance, yet start a conversation. Once the realization hit him, he grew even more nervous. "Yeah, 'member when he spelled Burgess wrong? I was seriously starting to question our educational system." He said, laughing. Hopefully that wouldn't be too dorky for her.

"Have you worked here long?" Cohen nodded, easing in to the conversation a bit more. "Since Sophomore year, but I don't usually work concession. I'm the one who scrapes the gum off of chairs." He said, sheepishly. Cohen winced slightly in hearing what just came out of his mouth. Great. He was trying to talk to a girl and he said something totally gross and ridiculous. "I don't come here a lot." Cohen nodded, at loss for words. He was afraid if he continued to speak, she would never want to speak to him again.

TAG !? indigo/open
WORD COUNT !? two seventy-seven
GRAPHICS !? azureah of caution.
LOCATION !? Santa Ria Cinema
WEARING !? cinema uni?
LYRICS !? a dream is a wish
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !? haha.my posts are getting worse and worse xD

[indigo christian lyle]

THROUGH PASTURES BLUE AND GREEN

I'LL FOLLOW YOU AND YOU'LL FOLLOW ME

As Indigo spoke, he seemed to stand straighter, his posture less nervous, less self-aware. It appeared to her that Cohen wasn't exactly used to being recognized by the people in their school. It didn't surprised her. Cohen was a conscientious, relatively normal, respectable human being, exactly the type of person who slipped under the radar of the terminally egotistical. It was a shame that that might be the case, but she understood. Indie herself was relatively unknown, had she not had the occasional run in or two with some of the 'elite' of Norrington, her status would remained extremely low, though as it was, it still left a lot to be desired. Perhaps that fact might have horrified another person, more concerned with social hierarchy than herself, but Indigo quite prided herself on it. If being well known and interesting meant holding yourself above all others and having no character content other than bitchy, being a little obscure seemed like the best possible option. Of course, she couldn't generalize too much, there were, amongst the ghastly ones, some of the nicest people Indigo could hope to meet, but largely, they were all similar. Self-obsessed and constantly itching for a fight, for some kind of under-hand dealing to gossip about the next day. To her, having to keep themselves always interested by negative things made them, as individuals, incessantly boring with little substance, but it was their choice. Each to their own.

She laughed again, the mezzo tone low, easy. Indigo's voice did have a certain gravelly quality to it, which was fairly appealing but not in the wildly effeminate way that some more musical speech was. Still, not hideous. "I could have cried, I'm fairly sure the man hasn't actually read A Clockwork Orange. Or anything else for that matter, maybe just the cliff notes." In her school, where everything seemed to be so concentrated on appearance and social standings, she could half see that being true. "I think our grades are based less on mental ability, more on how much Abercrombie and Fitch you're wearing." she said, her laugh surfacing again as she rolled her eyes. Of course, the rich and fabulous of Norrington probably didn't wear Abercrombie and Fitch, for like Chanel and McQueen, but those didn't exist to her. Hell, she thought Abercrombie and Fitch was even overpriced, though it came from rarely having money left over at the end of the month. Lucky for her, she never found herself yearning for the same tank top as everyone else was wearing. It was a miracle really, or she might have spent her life longing. She half-cringed, half smiled. Scraping gum off chairs made her feel squeamish, but it was refreshing to hear him admit it, not pretend like he was the manager or something like that. It had happened before. "Gum? Nice." she joked, leaning and elbow lazily on the counter. "How's that working out for you?". She liked Cohen, she had never really spoken to her, but he didn't make her want to punch him in the face. Not that she would go that far if she did, but a lot of people gave her the overwhelming urge to do just that. It was nice when someone didn't.

notes d'aww
song heartbeats - jose gonzalez
lyrics passion pit
words five five one[/font][/size][/blockquote]