stop && stare,, [open]

[Jayda Inglisse]

Do you see what I see?

Jayda had planned to go to the Opera House with a few friends but after getting a phone call saying that they weren't coming, she decided to go anyways. She'd already bought the tickets and although would feel extremely ditched, being by herself wasn't a bad idea. It would give her time to think and have some fun without having to worry of what other people would think.

The seventeen year old stood infront of her dorm room mirror, adjusting her outfit that consisted of clothes that were acceptable to wear to a classy place like an opera. She double checked that the tickets were in her pocket and that she had extra money in case her mastercard crapped out. Satisfied that everything was in order, Jayda set out towards the courtyard and down the grand driveway. Even though the Opera House was in the heart of London, she'd walk rather than flag down a taxi. Considering the traffic, Jayda'd probably get to her destination faster on foot anyways.

Heeled shoes made smart clicking noises on the sidewalks as her long legs took her to the destination. Jade eyes noticed the looks she was getting by persons of the opposite sex and wrapped her coat a bit more tightly around herself feeling violated. A whistle erupted behind her from a man in his twenties who'd been practically raping her with his eyes when she'd walked past. Setting her jaw, the seventeen year old continued on. Upon seeing the great Opera House, her pace increased a little; she wanted to get inside as quickly as possible to avoid any interactions with the perverts that walked the streets.

The smell of freshly popped popcorn filled the air making her mouth water. Her long har was done in a type of bun, making her look more sophisticated than she actually was. Giving the popcorn man a bill, she waved off the change and went happily to the entrance to give the doorman her ticket. The seats weren't the best but good enough as Jayda walked into the large foyer and then took a right, up a flight and a half of stairs and then into where the opera would take place. Finding her seat, she sat down and crossed her legs, popping a couple pieces of the buttery goodness into her mouth and chewing a bit thoughtfully. Maybe tonight was going to be a good night after all.

In ten minutes the production started, cuing the lights to dim. Jayda found herself sitting rather alone as the nearest person was five seats away and seven on the other side. Sighing in boredom, she flicked at her nails before examining them. A loud piece from the excrutiatingly bad orchestra interrupted her thoughts, sending her body into a jump. The popcorn flew from its bag as if it had exploded and fell in a white shower on Jayda's legs and the floor also hitting an older couple that sat a row down from her. Stifling a laugh at her stupidity and jumpiness, she decided to have fun with it instead of acting like nothing happened.

Her fingers found what was left in the bag which was about one quarter of what she'd started out with. Lifting her hand from the container, grasping a kernel, Jayda tossed the popcorn into the air infront of her and watching it hit a man in a high end suit in the back of the head. Immediately he turned around with an aggravated look on his face to see who did that although Jayda pretended to be engrossed in the high pitched singing. She pursed her lips together to stop from howling with laughter but then emitted a snort which made her go off into a fit of laughs only contained by the vibrations of her body. She couldn't help it; the look on the man's face was priceless.

[Gypsy Syniam]

Angel from your nightmare

Life had always been some sort of game for the lass that was known as Gypsy. One day she was at home, living off the land as she'd always done, her siblings there, holding her had the whole way, and the next she was being shipped off to a place that she'd never heard of before, but her public high school and scholarship givers thought to be a good idea. A new high school with none of her old friends for support. The Junior was a little confused at the situation, and yet wasn't entirely turned off at the prospect of some sort of "fresh start". She'd always been an oddball, so why change that, but here she was with people that she was akin to. It was as if she were in another place since she'd come here, traipsing through the halls in her black boots and fishnets.

But there weren't that many people that she could see that were terribly like her. Some were "scene" in all forms of the word. Some willing to sell their image just to be popular, others just doing the drugs because it was the "cool" thing to do. Gypsy hadn't ever had a liking for drugs. They were just a simple way of getting yourself into trouble. Sure, she smoked joints when her peers offered, but nothing heavy, besides, she didn't want to be another tragic story on the six o'clock news about some poor kid that took something that didn't quite agree with them, now did she? Of course not.

Gyp flicked her long red hair over her shoulders as her startling blue eyes scanned around the campus. Leave it to her to get totally and irrevocably lost! Of course, Gyp chided herself for her lack of directional skills. She wasn't the brightest when it came down to getting herself found. She was so much better at getting lost.
How sad.

Gypsy strolled into a building that looked familiar (but which ones didn't? They all looked the same!) but it wasn't the one she was looking for. But down a corridor she could hear music. Bad music. It sounded pretty much as if a cat was howling for the pain of fleas to stop their mewling, or else it would attack the nearest thing. A painful warning of anger.
Earsplitting, painful...

The actress didn't believe she could sing, but she knew she could do much better than that. But, because of her kind exterior, she kept her mouth shut as she followed the horrid excuse for vocals into a room.
The girl took a deep breath as she opened the door and stepped inside, her hair falling over her shoulders and into her face haphazardly. Glancing around the young woman lay her eyes upon another member of the human race, then persuaded herself into taking a seat.
"Hullo." She said quietly in her thick, British accent. "How are you?" Whispers were kept only loud enough for the girl to hear, but low enough not to disturb as her booted feet found the back of the chair before her. Just because she was dying inside didn't mean that she had to be uncomfortable.