this modern love, BREAKS ME!

[mans]

An escape was what she needed. Wasn’t this school supposed to be small? The semester had hardly started and Parry was already overwhelmed. To be quite frank, she disliked people – most, anyway. She found talking to them a drag, listening to them a drag, being damn close to them around lunchtime a drag… performing as them, though, that was a different story. Perhaps that was the time Parry liked people most. On stage or in rehearsal, she got to talk to people, yes, but about a common interest that they shared. It wasn’t as hard, and it made her like them quite a notch more. Productions hadn’t started yet, just practicing and learning skills high school didn’t tell you about. It was… fun. That was about the only thing Parry was enjoying about college. The crowds, though, were too much!

That is how Sigrid Parry Fisher ended up here, in the Auditorium. It was big; it was generally unused unless a production was on. She highly doubted anyone would go out of their way to drop by the auditorium when they hadn’t a reason. Parry, on the other hand, had a reason. Hiding. When she’d gotten out of her morning lecture, it was right around lunchtime, or late-breakfast time, anyway. She’d scampered around the hallway, dropping her sunglasses, being knocked around picking them up again, become fed up and promptly avoided her usual route through R block. That was how she decided on the large theater. It was something of a last minute choice, but a good one.

Parry pressed the large old doors open, lead directly into the hallway where she imagined (and hoped, rather) long lines would be waiting sometime this year. As of now, it was empty. She’d not been here since coming back for the new semester, even if she had taken a few summer electives that interested her. She was welcomed by the scent of the restored velvet seats, pressing again through a set of doors, and entering the theater. Parry gently nudged the door shut behind her, leaning against it and looking over the huge auditorium. She inhaled, and exhaled with a loud sigh; maybe it just sounded loud, the acoustics here were phenomenal. It was quite some feeling being alone in this huge room, where there should be plenty of people clapping at the performers on stage. Her mind wandered, and she was there on the stage, too, singing her heart out in a 1920s dress. The other performers were around her, too, dancing their way upstage, and the put orchestra was perfectly on cue. Parry shook her head out of the image, pursing her lips on the smile that had formed.

Walking forward, Parry slipped her bag from her shoulder and dragged it loosely behind her, praying her yogurt didn’t open. Parry packed her own lunches most days, to avoid the traffic of people, though she sometimes stopped by and picked up a little something extra. Not today. Today was Parry time, no one else – she hoped. She stepped up the small hidden stairwell leading to the stage, lifting her bag higher now, and made her way to center stage. It was here where she touched down and began unpacking her lunch. From her book bag she dragged a coconut yogurt, thermos of earl grey tea and PB&J sandwich, and a Twix. Just like the lunches that she was made in elementary school, only she wasn’t packed any junk food then. Parry dug her spoon into the yogurt and crossed her legs, slouching and mmm-ing with the first bite. Yes, this was much better. Perhaps shed eat lunch here more often.

status opeeeen
tag parry :D

[levi]

*---tonight is the night,
A N D I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR IT ALL MY LIFE, WAITING FOR YOU TO SHOW ?!
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Levi didn't expect himself to be standing in the middle of the theatre. Or, more specifically, he didn't expect to be standing in the middle of an empty theatre. Especially not at lunch time. He had expected for there to be someone around; people planning the next production or practicing lines. If nothing else, there should have been a random guy dancing around the stage in a leotard or butchering Romeo and Juliet. That was the whole reason that Levi had started hating Romeo and Juliet. Everyone thought it was some happy romance. Yeah--no. They both die at the end, folks, read the play. But, no. There was no one in the auditorium. He was already making a mental note to go have a few... 'words' with the man that told him everyone would be practicing this afternoon. Now, the twenty-one year old man was left standing in the aisle of the auditorium with a notebook in hand and no one to interview for a column in the college's paper. Interviewing the air was more difficult than it sounded. Next time, he would have to know better than to trust an art student. Keeping this in mind, the man looked around the theatre before offering a resigned sigh to no one in particular and slouching down into one of the seats.

Once he was actually quiet and not consumed in thoughts of what questions he was going to ask, the theatre was rather... relaxing. Most people would say it was silent in there, but if you actually stopped and thought about it, you wouldn’t agree. The quiet creaks from the walls or ceilings that seems to be present in most buildings, a hum coming from the vents overhead, air passing by the curtains and causing a rather peaceful ‘swoosh’ing sound as it did so. Once you stopped thinking on other things, you realized that it wasn’t actually quiet in there at all. Though it was far from the sound level that most productions were, Levi was thankful that there was something making noise. Sitting anywhere by himself wasn’t all that appealing to Levi, but sitting in the silence was almost unbearable. Glancing down at his notebook, which was now balanced on one of his legs, he tilted his head to the side in contemplation. Now that no one was in the auditorium, he would have to think of something to submit today. He had fully based his article on the fact that he would be interviewing someone that was in this room. And, as of right now, it was pretty slim pickings. “Maybe there’s a janitor or something around here.” Leaning his head back to rest on the seat, Levi stared up at the ceiling in hopes that it would provide him with a solution. Aside from looking nice, architectural wise, it didn’t have anything better to offer him than what he already thought of. And, at the moment, he hadn’t thought of much.

Mostly, he just lacked the current motivation to get back up. He had a chunk of free time and nothing planned anymore. And, as far as he was concerned, the chairs in the auditorium were comfortable. At least, they were comfortable enough to keep him rooted in his spot rather than getting up and going home for awhile or finding someone to mingle with. Sitting in the middle of the theatre, nearly sliding out of the seat from slouching so much, and staring at the ceiling seemed like a perfectly reasonable past time for Levi. Usually, that wasn’t the case. The boy tried to surround himself with as many people as possible ninety-nine percent of the time. But right now, during that tiny one percent, he was perfectly content in his spot. Perfectly content to listen to the sounds of the building around him and completely ignore the fact that there was life outside these walls. That and he was dog tired. Lack of sleep did that to a boy.

Human life seemed to find him, though, seeing as how he wouldn’t go out in search of it. One of, he assumed, theatre kids had entered the auditorium and was making her way to the stage. Seeing as how she didn’t pay attention to him, he figured that he had gone unnoticed. Not that it was strange, he was practically on the floor from being slouched so much. Watching her make her way down the idle and onto the stage drew Levi’s focus away from the ceiling and towards her. The fact that she placed herself center stage didn’t go unnoticed by Levi either. It was, for lack of a better way to describe it, something he would do. It was a sign of a big ego and self confidence. At least, that was the way Levi viewed it. If you placed yourself center stage, it wasn’t because you were timid and shy. Well, Levi was now determined to find out all of that. In fact, he was now planning on finding out everything about the girl. Seeing as how he didn’t have other options, he was going to interview this girl. The newspaper needed more personal pieces anyway, so he’d be more than willing to offer one.

Slipping a confident smile onto his face, Levi sat up straighter. Grabbing his notebook off his leg, he stood up and fixed a wrinkle or two in his black button up before slipping out of the row he was standing in and out into the main aisle. Slipping his pen behind his ear, he walked down the main aisle towards the stage with his a natural swagger. Confidence was not something that the boy lacked. “You look like you need some company. Big stage for one girl to occupy on her own.” Levi’s smile never faltered as he crossed his arms over his chest and stopped at the end of the aisle. His head tilted to the side again and he looked towards the girl’s lunch momentarily before looking back at her face. Generally not the kind of girl he was attracted too, but pretty nonetheless. He had to admit, though, seeing her small little frame sitting in the middle of the big stage all by herself was humorous. At least, to him it was. “Levi Westin,” He moved a few steps forward to offer his hand. “I’m a member of the school paper here, and I was hoping I could ask you a few questions. Starting with your name, maybe?” His smiled widened a bit as he asked, his voice laced with his mixed accent. Chicagoan and English, all in one. Though, if you were to ask Levi, he would say he liked his voice. But, then again, the boy liked everything about himself. Now, he just needed this girl to agree to an interview and he’d be set.

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TAG: PARRY O:
WORDS: 1,143
NOTE: o: OHMY. HELLO.
TEMPLATE CREDIT: TANA @ COSMO?!

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[mans]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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The auditorium was very relaxing. Very secluded and almost quiet, certainly quiet from people. Certainly, until… What was that?

Parry’s eyes strained, trying to make out the figure that was moving around near the back of the auditorium. Rising out of the sea of red velvet was what looked to be a man; a big dark smudge on her ideal setting, totally ruining her plans. Parry squinted and sized the man up and down, hoping dearly that he would turn the opposite way and head off. She might respect him a little; maybe nod at him in the halls sometime if he did just that. If he did leave her alone now, he might be a sensible person in her books, maybe even a good guy. Oh, please , turn around and… No. It didn’t look as if he was leaving her alone. In fact, that awful boy just kept sauntering in her direction.

Damnit, just when she thought she could escape it all, too. Somehow things never went as Parry planned them to. It always had to go and turn awful for her, didn’t it. Parry cursed bitterly in her mind, complaining rather like a brat. One person was one too many in Parry’s books, being the anti social slug she was. She didn’t have the time or the patience to deal with this person right now. But… What was there to do? Certainly she couldn’t run away, not when he was so kindly coming to greet her. If she just up and left it would prove to be an even worse situation; he might try to stop her, or confront her about it later on. Oh, God, what if he was coming to hit on her? Parry forced the thought from her mind, almost gagging at the thought. If she were one of the characters from her comic books, she might just blast a hole in the roof and zoom out that way, never to be seen or heard from again… Of course, that was impossible. He was getting closer, now, with less than half way until he reached her. On top of that, he was… smiling. Parry couldn’t take her eyes off him, didn’t trust the bloke one bit and didn’t trust his actions if she did look away. In short, Parry was screwed. Perhaps she could talk her way out of it… Oh, hi, sorry, I was just leaving… or maybe pretend she was deaf? Didn’t speak English? Only, Parry didn’t know much of any other language... Nor did she know sign language. Completely and utterly screwed.

Parry, however, didn’t want to deal with it. She was a brat like that, far too stubborn to just cooperate. But alas it seemed she was trapped, Parry noted, as this man walked down the aisle and approached her. Well, she’d have to do the next best thing; be a totally dick to him. And maybe, but maybe, this would turn out to be pleasant in some way shape or form.

“You look like you need some company. Big stage for one girl to occupy on her own.” It was almost shocking to hear a voice in the emptiness of the theater. It sounded thunderously louder than normal, almost so that Parry winced. Or perhaps she just looked like she was wincing, her light eyebrows knotting together and creasing her forehead. A series of wrinkles formed between Parry’s eyes, almost as if she smelled something rancid. Shed almost prefer that to communicating with this fellow. One of her eyebrows shot up, rather, as he extended a hand to her. Parry paused a moment, processing this. She set down her yogurt, resting the spoon across it, and shifted slightly. She’d always been a quick thinker when it came down to it, and right now the connections in her brain were sparking each other off rapidly. He introduced himself, and extended a hand towards her. Oh, boy, now they were getting acquainted. Well, as said before, shed have to make the best of it.

Parry got to her knees and crawled forward slightly, avoiding knocking over her lunch and stretching to meet his hand across the stage. “I think I can manage on my own.” She said, her voice meek and quiet naturally. Equally as natural, though, it held a definite tone of hostility. Escaping the handshake as quickly as possible, Parry returned to her crossed legged sitting position, resting on her elbow. She looked him up and down again, taking in his appearance. Yep, he looked quite like a douche. “I’m a member of the school paper here, and I was hoping I could ask you a few questions. Starting with your name, maybe?” Oooh, the school paper. Certainly a douche. Parry pursed her pink lips slightly at this, almost giving him a bored look.
Instead, she shrugged, saying, “I guess that’s okay… As long as they aren’t too annoying. My name is,” she grimaced. “Sigrid Parry Fisher. Just Parry, though, is… More than fine…” So that was what he wanted, then. Just to ask her a few questions. Parry didn’t mind as much, it wasn’t like she was required to make actually conversation. All she had to do was answer a few questions, and then shed be done with it, never have to see this kid again. She didn’t even mind that much to be answering the questions; Parry quite liked talking about herself. It comes with liking yourself, you know. Still, how typical of a member of the school newspaper to pick on the quiet ones. No matter.

WORDS ?! 920 something
TAGGED ?! Parry et Leviathan
OUTFIT ?! No.
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! Totes stole the image from right here
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! Ewww I hate making things pretty eff you squiddy

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[levi]

*---tonight is the night,
A N D I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR IT ALL MY LIFE, WAITING FOR YOU TO SHOW ?!
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Hostility was an interesting emotion. At least, Levi thought it was interesting. Normally, he was the one portraying a hostile or pissed off attitude to someone. At least, it was him if the other person was a guy that happened to be either gay or taking one of his girls. Though he couldn't say that he never saw anger geared towards him, he could say that he had never seen someone so hostile after he just introduced himself. He hadn't even had a chance to make a complete dick out of himself and she didn't like him. Though, from what he'd observed, it wouldn't have mattered who it was in his position. She wasn't really the type of girl that wanted to gossip over a cup of coffee. Or, she didn't come across that way. People can surprise you though, right?

Chances were, though, this girl wasn't going to offer many surprises to the twenty-one year old guy standing in front of the stage. Though, he may have thought too soon. He half expected the girl to leave his hand suspended in mid air, there, waiting for acknowledgement of some kind from her. His smile widened as the girl shifted from her position and leaned forward enough to shake his hand. At least she knows how to follow the formalities. For one reason or another, Levi was always irked by people that completely ignored the set way of greetings. Not that he was one for conformity, but the least one could do was nod or wave, if not shake hands or offer a hug. And, not that he was gonna give this girl a hug, but at least he got a nice handshake in exchange for his name and a comment.

Apparently, this girl already had something against him. Something I said, sweetheart? He considered opening his mouth and saying just that, but he figured that it’d only end badly and then he’d still have no one to talk to and nothing to write. And that, in his mind, was like locking him in a box by himself and telling him he couldn’t do anything for three days. It was torture. And not the kinky kind. So, making friends seemed like a good start right now, and it wasn’t something that was completely foreign to Levi. Sure, he flirted and mocked enough people, but when it came down to getting a story or talking to the random schmuck on the street, he was perfectly fine being a little social butterfly and talking his way into just about any situation. It was almost a complete change in personality. (Except, of course, for the cockiness... which was pretty much evident no matter what.)

But, Levi was actually, genuinely surprised when she agreed to answer some questions. Apparently people really did have the capability to evoke something other than lust and anger from him. Surprise was a good emotion to feel every now and again, especially if it was a good shock. Right now, it was a good surprise, and he was rather enjoying it. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Fisher.” The typical charming smile that classified the majority of Levi’s expressions slid easily into place as he leaned forward against the stage, tilting his head and looking the girl over. “And, not to worry; I’ll try to keep my questions as un-annoying and quick as possible.”

He paused a moment before continuing, allowing her to prepare herself for any questions he was about to ask. As he pulling open his notebook, he let his gaze drift over the rest of the theatre before he hopped up onto the stage himself, letting his legs hang over the edge and his elbows rest on his knees. At least this way, they didn’t have to look at each other. He could focus on his notebook, she could focus on her food, and it’d basically be like having a conversation with a wall between them. Not that the girl was hard to look at, she just seemed like she prefer solitude to large crowds. “Alright, question one. Since you’re spending your free time in the middle of the theatre, I’m just going to take a stab in the dark here and say you’re a theatre major?” He glanced over his shoulder long enough to see her face and offer a smile. A moment later he was back at his notebook. “Mind sharing what drew you into the theatre scene? What was it that attracted you, that is.” Levi scratched absent mindedly with his pencil as he waited for a reply, his smile still resting lightly on his lips.

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TAG: Miss Fish.
WORDS: 775
NOTE: So cute.
TEMPLATE CREDIT: TANA @ COSMO?!

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[mans]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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What was with this guy? He must have been stupid or something, not to take notice to her hostility and leave already. Stupid or persistent. How could he have not understood she wasn’t pleased with this? Parry had made no attempt to hide her discontent, although she didn’t much let it loose on him either. Still, he had to be incredibly dense not to see it. He was just choosing to ignore it and bug the fuck out of her, she guessed.

Parry did, though, appreciate him having his back turned to her. She didn’t even have to look at him if she didn’t want to, and it wouldn’t be seen as rude. It seemed Parry didn’t mind coming off as rude, though, for she nearly ignored everything he had said to her before hopping onto the stage. Only a couple of stares and her light eyebrows rising ever so slightly at him. Such was a habit of Parry’s. She’d always been prone to looking boredly at people, even when she wasn’t meaning to; that, and acting very sarcastic toward them. Did that make her a mean person? Hell, sure. But the real question was did Parry care? No way. She wouldn’t make any friends that way, but if one were to be buds with Parry, they’d have to learn how to take her sarcastic remarks and quizzical stares.

That was exactly what she gave Levi, now. ”… and say you’re a theatre major?” Parry only caught the last of the statement, but she pieced it together well enough. He looked at her then, probably expecting an answer, so Parry pulled her lip to one side and nodded matter-of-factly, looking somewhat skeptically at him. No, there is just a visual arts student hanging out in the theater… Parry paused her thoughts, and re-thought them. Actually, being at this school, she wouldn’t be surprised who showed up in an empty theater. Heck, it was a wonder why that journaling student was here, too. That’s what you get living in the art world – uncertainty.

He continued. Parry shifted again, pulling one knee to her chest and letting her other leg cross in front of it. She leaned her forehead against her knee, looking up at the guys back. He was surely the sort that girl attracted to – well, girls other than her. And a journalist, too, just want the ladies likes, a chance to talk about their selves. That was a quality she did share with other chicks her age, though. In now way was Parry against talking about herself. She just didn’t want to spill her heart just now and go into depth about every little thing in her past.
“I grew up in New York, New York. Is that enough of an answer? Its pretty self explanatory.” She pursed her lips into a long line; though her mouth was already wide enough as it is. She thought about the second half of his question, probably noting how difficult she must have been making it for the poor journalist. With that though, her pressed lips turned into a light smirk. She thought and thought on it; what had drawn her to theater? There was, of course, that she and her family saw a show as often as not. But it was more, as with most other theater majors too, that brought her into performing. She wasn’t very friendly, which was obvious, and being on stage should have made such a shy girl nervous, should it not? Actually, it gave Parry quite the thrill, and she loved being able to act as different people. In truth, Parry just liked to lie. It came with being a super jerk. So, she told him that. “And lying is fun, too, so that got me into it more than it should have.” Oh, parry, such a bad kid.

WORDS ?! SHORT. 662 or somethin'
TAGGED ?! COOL BUDS
OUTFIT ?! NOOOPE
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! Totes stole the image from right here
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! auuugh

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[levi]

*---tonight is the night,
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This girl was, for lack of a better word, hilarious. Levi was just about ready to crack up laughing and proclaim her his newest friend. He was sure that she’d like that a lot. Seeing as how she was openly hostile right now and ready to bite his head off. Or at least glare holes into the back of it. Either way, this girl was just about the best person he’d run into all day. All week, perhaps, though he’d had some... interesting ‘get together’s within the last week. Most of those simply involved foreplay, though, and were hardly as entertaining as a conversation. The hell am I thinking? Conversation is better than sex? He was losing it, he truly was. Especially considering the fact that Parry and him were hardly talking, even. She wasn’t all too thrilled, it seemed, with him and he was simply asking the standard questions of an interview. Yes, he really was losing it.

Scribbling down a few notes on his paper, he smiled a bit and straightened to relieve a slight ache that started in his lower back. Hunching over wasn’t generally proper posture. “So, being born in New York means that you’re gonna be an actress, eh? Didn’t know everyone from there became a part of the state got into the performance scene.” He smiled again, glancing over at her again across his shoulder. Hopefully this girl could take a joke. If she could, she really would be the best thing since sliced bread. Close to it, at least. His opinion would probably change by the next hour, though. It really just depended on what he did next. No, strike that. He knew what he was doing next. He was going to piss the hell out of this girl with more questions. It would be quite interesting to see how she'd react. He was always interested by different personalities, and this girl was certanily... different

At her answer though, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He paused in his writing and half turned to look at her, a grin still spread over his face. "How ironic... that one of the most honest answers I've ever gotten is about being a liar." It really was the most direct answer he'd gotten in a long time. Normally, people beat around the bush and talked about everything but what he wanted to know. But this girl stated it reather matter-of-factly. Although it was true that lots of people liked to talk about themselves, most of them didn't actually like telling their secrets. Not that what Parry had said was a secret, but it wasn't something that one would typically walk around saying.

Now that he was facing her--and actually looking at her--he realized just how much of a barrier she seemed to have set up around herself. That typical 'F--- Off' look that she'd apparently mastered through her years of acting. Add that in with a spice of boredom and you had the girl that was sitting in front of him. She wasn't happy, but she wasn't exactly mad yet. It was now his goal to evoke some sort of emotion from the girl, and he was certain that he'd enjoy doing it. Her attitude simply offered him a challenge, and he loved winning challenges. This girl was going to be like an open book to him if it killed him in the process. And, by her current resistance, it just might.

Figuring that she'd be a bit uncomfortable with him staring, he directed his gaze elsewhere and focused on a window across the room. Sun. White clouds. No bad weather, yet. It wasn't exactly his cuppa tea, but he'd deal. Mostly, he liked the darker weather. The rain, the hail, the lightning. Didn't really matter, just didn't like plain 'ole sun and poofy clouds. Unless, of course, it was hot enough for him to take his shirt off. In which case, he was perfectly fine walking around with his body on display. He wasn't really sure why some didn't like their bodies... Unless, of course, they were three hundred pounds and, well, unattractive. That was why he took care of himself--for the most part. If eating twinkies and going on the occasional jog here and there was called 'taking care' of yourself. He happened to think his habits were perfectly acceptable. In fact, they were down right perfect. Seeing as how the ladies kept coming back for more (most of the time, that is) he was under the assumption that it couldn't be that bad.

Interuppting his own thoughts to look down at his notebook, his smile faded to a smirk and he tilted his head in silent thought. "So, you're an actress because you like lying. But I'm assuming you want to go farther than just this school, or there'd really be no point to stay here. So? Where do you see yourself in the next five, ten years?" He'd spoken with a lot of students that really had no idea where they were headed. They were going to college to get a degree and then, after that, who knows, right? Someone's gonna just magically pop up and hire them. Like some others, he had a plan. He had thought about his future. But, whether this girl did or not was a different story. He hoped she had at least some plan, or this would end up being a boring article. Then again, he was sure he could squeeze some sort of story out about the campus' own lying actress or something.

"Or, what about your inspiration? Aside from the thrill of lying to millions. You do anything before a show or filming... or, whichever area of acting your in?" He glanced over his shoulder momentarily with a smirk. "Not a praying girl, are you?"

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TAG: Miss Fish.
WORDS: Nine-Sixty-Seven
NOTE: >: D
TEMPLATE CREDIT: TANA @ COSMO?!

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[mans]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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Once upon a time, there was a girl who wasn’t too much impressed by anyone or anything. Once upon a time, there was a silly journalist who was insistent on shooting questions at this girl. And, for once, upon this time in the school auditorium, Parry was impressed. What was so impressive was the perseverance of this Levi fellow. He took her snarky remarks and laughed at them; it was certainly interesting to see, and though it wasn’t the first time Parry had met someone like this, it was still interesting.

The laughter was not generally because of something she said. The situation, rather, seemed to be what had entertained the boy. He grinned at her, nearly charming her, but not quite. It was a somewhat contagious grin however. He took a while to look away, and Parry stared right on back, more or less awkwardly. It was awkward, too, the fellow just looking at her. It was something of a staring contest, and Parry refused to break the gaze, her eyebrows raised high up her forehead and twitching inward. Eventually, feeling far too uncomfortable by this, she looked again down at her lunch. When next she looked up, she was that he had turned his focus to the window.

Back to her lunch, and again, silence. They were in their own worlds. Parry wasn’t going to say anything she didn’t need to, but she wondered how long this would go on for. That wasn’t to say Parry didn’t appreciate the momentary quiet. It was like how it should have been, just the gentle sounds of the heavy curtains, and simple creaks and moans of the building. It was a very authentic, old building, although fixed up quite well. Parry had wondered, since her first year, what it must have sounded like back when the building hadn’t had top of the line acoustics. Not as good, of course, but if Parry had the chance to see and feel what it was like, she certainly would have. Just in the midst of her daydream forming, she was cut short by Levi speaking again.

He sure got to the point, didn’t he? All the questions were thrown at her, with hardly much time to process each one before the next started. She ran the questions over again in her mind, just to make sure she could give the honest answer to each. As fun as it was lying, she found she only did so on stage. Of course, she was playing a whole different persona, she had to lie! If she started calling herself Sigrid Parry Fisher on stage and talking about her love for comic books instead of her role, it wouldn’t work out too well. She, though, was always honest when talking with people as herself. She could have easily lied, but then she would start getting responses that she wasn’t actually interested in hearing. At least with being honest, she could get honest to goodness (or she hoped so) feedback. And that was interesting, at least.

Parry tilted her head back, inspecting the ceiling of the theater, adorned with lights, as she answered.
“I’m going to be on Broadway.” She said, prosaic. It was probably the dream of every theater kid. Sure, it was typical, and probably uninteresting to a journalist, but it was true. Parry was confident she would perform on Broadway; she was too stubborn not to. What Parry wanted, she got, even if shed have to go to hell and back to do so.

The next question was something Parry hadn’t much thought about. She had forgotten what inspired her to pursue drama, musical theater specifically, apart from just watching musicals all the time as a kid. Was it a specific one she saw? A certain actor which was absolutely brilliant in her eyes as a child? If that was it, Parry was sure she would have remembered… But she couldn’t, really, recall what it was that inspired her. Huh. Parry would have to look into that, maybe hit her parents up on the phone later to ask. For now, though, Parry shrugged, “I can’t remember what inspired me… Not a clue.” Parry paused again, her mind still rooting around for the answer, but nothing came. She was disappointed in herself that she wouldn’t remember, but she supposed it wasn’t all too important. What was really important in Parry’s mind was to reach her dream. Not how she began it; that was silly. It might prove difficult when she was famous and writing her autobiography, however.

She recalled the next question, shrugging for a second time, and pressing her lips together. What did she do before a performance? There were of course the voice exercises, but everyone did those… And she wasn’t particularly too religious, so she didn’t pray before a show. She didn’t think she would have anyway, that’s stretching it a bit too far.
“I just practice my lines, and say ‘good luck Parry’, sometimes… It's not really that big of a deal, I generally don’t make mistakes.” She sighed, returning her gaze to Levi. Parry was more than a tad over confident. Who cares though? Confidence is key!

WORDS ?! 889 OOOOO:
TAGGED ?! Mmmmm leviathan, delicous.
OUTFIT ?! I should make one soon :I Then I can put it here..
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! Totes stole the image from right here
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! PARRY N LEVI ARE HOT

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[levi]

*---tonight is the night,
A N D I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR IT ALL MY LIFE, WAITING FOR YOU TO SHOW ?!
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Thinking about killing his source was, for the most part, no longer a thought in Levi's mind. In fact, he was even considering thanking the guy. Talking to this girl would, without a doubt, offer a better story than if he were to talk to every single one of the students that were a part of the performance 'troop'. Sigrid Fisher, here, was quite different. She was interesting. She was... unique. At least she had some sort of an interesting story. Levi liked when people had answers to his questions. He liked when they were real. Frankly, he just liked people talking to him long enough to answer questions. Didn't go much deeper than that. This girl was just making it easier to achieve that goal.

Call him shallow (it was probably too) but he was interested in just about any girl that could put three words together. Hell, they didn't even have to make sense, as long as they were actually words... or resembled words. But there was something different about Parry. She was easy to talk to, for sure, but he felt no need to flirt with her. If she had been anyone else, he'd have turned on the charm and done his best to 'woo' her. With Parry? Charming her seemed awkward and out of place. Not to mention the fact that he was sure she'd be unfazed by it. And so far, Parry didn’t strike him as the lover bird type. If anything, he guessed she wasn’t a fan of swinging straight. Then again, Levi had been wrong before. Maybe she’d surprise him.

“No idea? No siblings urging you on? Parents? Second cousin’s once removed? Forgive me, but I find it hard to believe you didn’t get inspiration from someone or something. Everyone has a reason for what got them started.” He smirked and leaned forward again. “I mean, if you just liked lying, you could’ve been a politician, no reason to be an actress.” Leave it to Levi to insert something about politics into a conversation about acting and inspiration. To Levi, however, the subjects really did connect. Everyone acted, to some degree, everyone put on a mask and did what they thought the situation called for. On top of that, there was inspiration behind every choice. Every action had a reason behind it. Politicians were simply skilled actors with some knowledge behind them. Their inspiration? Power, mostly. Greed. Fame. Didn’t matter, something drove all of them. Each had a reason or inspiration behind their words.

Levi, at the moment, was making it his job to help this girl find out what inspired her. That, or give her something to be inspired by. That sounded like a good idea, and an entirely Levi thing to do. Scratching down a few notes about what she’d said, he grinned again. She was definitely cocky, that was for certain. He generally couldn’t stand people that were cocky. It clashed with his own level of self assurance. But this girl? She was actually alright. She was, well, reserved. Mixed with cocky, it was enough of a difference to allow Levi to like her. But that was, mostly, irrelevant. He was supposed to be inspiring this girl.

“So, I knew this girl, back in high school. She was planning on becoming a photographer. I mean, this girl was good--and she had her entire life planned out--for the most part.” He stopped a moment and laughed. “You’re probably wondering why the hell I’m telling you this.” He shrugged casually and looked towards her again. Levi’s smile returned. “That girl was my inspiration. She made me want to get my act together, no doubt,” There was a time, in journalism, where you had to share part of yourself to get something in return. Whether or not that actually worked, Levi wasn’t sure, but he was going to figure it out soon. Sharing tended to make people more willing to share things about themselves... even if this girl seemed perfectly willing to talk.

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TAG: Miss Fish.
WORDS: Good question.
NOTE: x3
TEMPLATE CREDIT: TANA @ COSMO?!

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