: About the other night :

[Enver Marshall II]

Was she watching him? The male felt his paranoia increase for the first time ever around the woman. Her comment about him wanting to get food made it seem like she was. What purpose would she have for watching him? He didn't know a lot about the woman who was with him tonight, but he definitely got the impression that she and he were on the opposite side of the fence on some things. Was it possible she was one of them? He'd never seen her when he was getting ambushed or killed, or seen her post an obituary, but that didn't mean anything. Maybe she was busy. Maybe she never got the 'kill shot,' some called it.

He shook his head, not at her question, but at his own paranoid state of mind. As soon as he realized he was shaking his head, the male stopped and looked back at the concession stand. "I'm not hungry right now." He started off, trying to cover up the shaking of his head as something else. "Maybe something to drink though." He nodded, took a step towards the concession stand, then turned back to her and held a finger up. "Be right back." The male jetted off, only to return with two Pepsi's. The male took a sip of it, then frowned. He still wasn't happy with the choice of getting rid of the coke dispensers, but marketing said sales were up. To each their own, he supposed.

"I know you can't drink it, but the kid behind the counter was giving me sh-" He stopped before he finished the sentence, then cleared his throat. "He thought it was a good idea." Enver said quickly before his attention shifted back to the movie theatre. "To begin the movie experience, there are some things you have to know." The male circled back to the reason they were here. "Never sit too close to the screen. Gives your neck a cramp. The back area is alright, but sometimes the speakers can be a little loud in some theatres. I tend to go for the middle back, but since I've seen the movie a fair few times, I'll let you pick?" He took more steps to the theatre and headed through the open door to reveal a room with about fifty red seats and a large screen in the front of it. "Oh, and don't leave your cell phone on. People hate that. You know, if you ever go by yourself. Good rule of thumb to follow." He nodded, thinking of some general movie etiquette.

The male looked at the empty theatre, down at the drinks, then over at his movie partner for the night. "Lady's choice it is. Should let you know that the right side, to me seems to have a better view than the left. More seats, so you're more in the middle." Enver took another sip out of the Pepsi he started working on and waited patiently.

[Keara Aithne]

The carpet of the theatre kept her entertained while he disappeared off to the concession stand and ordered himself a drink. The pattern of purple swirls were almost hypnotising to her and she was half tempted to drop to her knees and start tracing the lines with her fingertips. It took more willpower than she'd of admitted not to let the impulse to touch the floor overwhelm her and told herself that perhaps she could find time to return and play with the patterns when she was alone. While it was unlikely that she would ever do so, the thought alone seemed to calm the odd urge within her from betraying the more unusual aspect of her personality.

When he returned to where she stood, she used eye contact with him to help return her focus. Doing so made it easier to forget about the purple swirls, but she had been so intent on studying the patterns that when she looked into his eyes, she began to notice the way in which the subtle differences in colour and tones played in his irises. It took a few moments for her to realise that she was perhaps staring too intently and upon realising this fact she quickly looked away, only to meet the gaze of the employee behind the concession stand. He was smiling at her and while a normal person might have smiled back she frowned ever so slightly and turned her attention back to Enver.

"In your hands I am...remember?" she replied having followed him through the large heavy doors. "So bow to your experience I shall."

Her eyes scanned the empty theatre. The lights were up and the place was quite bright, which made wince ever so slightly. The main theatre area had seemed a little darker and while she wasn't sure if the brightness had altered any, it was true to say that she'd spent more time staring at the floor out there and now she was looking over the size of the theatre room and her eyes had scanned the ceiling and walls, taking in all the light sources as she looked for any additional exits. (This was a habit of hers and not something she was intending to use, she just felt better knowing every possible entry point of the room she was in).

As she looked over the seats she realised that sitting in the middle would leave her quite exposed and while it seemed they would be alone in the there, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to concentrate on the movie if she felt so exposed. Still, she had said that she would defer to his superior knowledge and if he was suggesting that the middle of the theatre was the best place to sit, who was she to argue with him. She'd hesitated long enough and forced her feet to move in the direction of the seating area. As she made her way to the seats in the middle and slightly to the right of the theatre, she told herself that perhaps the seat itself would be sufficient enough protection for her to find comfort in.

"No phone have I," she said as she sat in one of the plush red seats. "Had one once I did but gave it away. No need found I for it once I certain telepathic abilities learned. Carry too much with me I do at times. Phone cumbersome was too. Attire I wear so rarely the space has for such things. Alter skirts and such I must if a pocket I require. Preferred I did my blade to carry if choice between them made must be. Like now..."

In a very unladylike fashion she crossed one leg over the other, the ankle of her left foot resting on her right knee. She reached up under the material of the tight trouser leg and produced her favourite blade with its tattered ribbon hanging from the hilt. The blade had been secured in a sheath of her own making and sat on the inside of her leg. It never occurred to her that she shouldn't be brandishing the weapon in the theatre since the place was empty but then she wasn't exactly threatening Enver with it. Her thought pattern had lead her down a path leading to her blade and she'd felt the need to show him. In her mind it was all perfectly innocent especially if she'd considered the fact that she'd been wielding a blade the night they met.

[Enver Marshall II]

It seemed to take a while for her to pick a spot, not that he minded. The movie ran on their time and not the theatre's time for a change. When Keara finally moved to a place of her liking, Enver followed her, waited and then sat next to her. He heard her talking about cell phones as he pulled out his own to make sure it was on silent and no vibration, then pocketed it after sending a message to the kid controlling the reel up top behind them.

He heard the seat shift, which indicated she was moving and that caught Enver's attention. He hadn't expected to see her sitting there with a blade on her lap. The male looked around the theatre, as if he expected something to happen, even if it was just the two of them. "Also, never bring that out in a theatre full of people." He pointed out with a chuckle, even if he understood what she was saying.

Enver put one cup on the ground next to him, the other in a cup holder so he could shrug out of his coat and stick it in the chair next to him. "Not that it matters tonight, but talking during a movie is poor etiquette too. In case you ever go out with someone else some time." Enver took a sip of the Pepsi after he said that, thinking on some other general rule of theatre survival. "Other than that, previews are the first thing up. People aren't really too nit picky about talking during those if you whisper." He shrugged and put the cup back in the holder.

"The movie we're going to see is called V for Vendette. The main actress, in my opinion, really jumped started her career in this flick. She seemed more versatile and capable of handling different roles. If you like her, check out her earlier stuff and you'll see what I mean." He nodded as he sat deep in the chair while he looked over at her. "If you get bored or hate the movie, feel free to speak up and say something. I've already seen it. We could do something else." He looked at her face, more specifically her eyes, noticing the color of them for the first time since they'd met randomly in the catacombs. Enver let his eyes move to the top of her head, where he focused on her dread locks and then took her whole appearance in as he grabbed the soda and took another sip of it. Her attire mystified him, being she seemed so reserved, but her clothing seemed to suggest other wise, not that it mattered. It sort of amused him. "Or we can pause it sometimes too. If you need breaks. I'm not sure if you'd be alright with sitting for two hours and that's alright. Don't be afraid to speak up, is all I'm saying." Just then the lights to the theatre started to dim as the curtains pulled away from the middle of the screen on both sides to reveal the large screen that started playing the previews Enver had mentioned a few minutes ago.

[Keara Aithne]

Keara gave a decisive nod when he told her that handling a blade in public was not something he would advise, while those may not have been his exact phrasing she understood what he was saying and began the careful process of re-sheathing the item. She listened as he educated her on more theatre etiquette. She was more than able to hold back the urge to speak if the occasion required it, so that wouldn't be an issue, nor would keeping still. His mention of the actress however was something that she didn't understand as she was not familiar with the movie title and thus had no idea who stared in it. Not that she'd of retained that sort of information even if she had read something on it.

She quietly watched the previews he'd told her to expect and stared in awe at the giant screen. The brightness of it at times was a little painful but then she'd spent a great deal of the past 2 years sitting in front of a computer screen, so while it wasn't exactly the same sort of thing due to the fact that she could adjust the brightness of her screen, it would allow her to watch the movie without causing her a great deal of discomfort. She was open mouthed before the opening sequence of the movie began to play and then, when it did she found herself wondering if Enver had been digging up more information on her than she had yet offered. As the fiery 'V' stood emblazoned on the screen, she turned herself slightly in her chair to face Enver.

"Your reason for choosing this movie perhaps you should explain."

Had she told him she was 400 years old and that she might have actually lived through the era around which this film seemed to be based? Did he know she was from England? Did she have an accent that betrayed that fact? She'd never really considered her accent, especially as she'd moved around a lot after she'd been turned. Any accent she had was quite likely different to any known English dialect of this time and the phrasing of her words probably hindered any further analysis as to her origin. She wasn't exactly sure how he’d know more of her background than she’d offered. It was possible that he’d spoken to one of the other Elders perhaps but then she wasn’t even sure if half of them knew anything real about her. She couldn’t remember the lies she’d told back when she first met them. They probably knew her then by another name. Not her true name or her birth name but something by which she’d been travelling. In fact she herself couldn’t recall what she’d been called at the time of her demise.

Her eyes were fixed on Enver as she listened to V’s voice. There was something so familiar about the way he spoke, familiar and yet different all at once. His vocabulary and wording were wonderfully lyrical, like some great work of poetry but even that was not enough to distract her from the answer she required. She found herself in an odd position in which the past was colliding with the present and the story before her was so familiar she could have almost lived it. While she did not see herself in the same light as Guido Fawkes was perceived, the images she saw in those first few minutes that told the end of her life were so real to her. The costumes, while not entirely accurate, were impressive replicas. The scene with sword fighting and torches made her oddly nostalgic, even if fire had been instrumental in her dead and as she watched a man hung before the crowd she was taken back to the many public hangings she’d witnessed the aftermath of. Being that most hangings took place in daylight, she had never witnessed one first hand but the rotting body, swinging from a rope, those she had seen in spades.

[Enver Marshall II]

She was looking at him and it made him focus off the movie to look back at her. He thought about the question, then shrugged. Wasn't it sort of obvious? Then he thought that perhaps not. How much did she really know about him if she didn't look at the public Crownet forums that much?

Enver cleared his throat, sat up in the chair a little, then tugged at his tie. "I picked it because I like it. It's one of my favorites, as I said." Enver started out before he got to the real reason. "Some of this movie reminds me of how we're living now." And there it was. He got to a topic he wanted to avoid because he knew (or so he was pretty damn sure he knew) their opinions on things were different. He turned his head for a second to grab the Pepsi, so he could figure how best to phrase what he was going to say before he said it, in hopes of not ending their encounter so early in the night. When he looked back at Keara, the male was working on taking a large sip of the soda before he continued. "We've got some being no one's ever met going around telling people who is being naughty, but not how they've been naughty, while we've got groups going around killing people because there's little to no backlash from doing it. We've got people trying to tell us how we should behave or act, even in our own homes when we're by ourselves. Who we should sire, who we shouldn't sire. If people don't speak up, maybe we'll end up like this." Maybe it was a little overboard because there were some differences or factors that wouldn't effect them, but the general premise was something Enver could relate his current situation to.

"We might not have anyone in our city that's like the main character here, but at the rate we're going, I expect people are going to start doing anything and everything they can, even at the expense of destroying our city, or even ourselves at the end of it all." Enver put the soda down mostly to collect his thoughts and catch his breath (because the male still did the breathing thing, even if he didn't need/have to). "Sorry. If you don't like the selection, we could go with my second choice." He looked back at the screen as a firey V circled around the screen, hoping that would distract Keara from his thoughts that went against the grain.

[Keara Aithne]

When he began to explain she felt a little guilty for assuming that he'd pried into her background. It wasn't like she wouldn't have told him anything he wanted to know. Keara was an open book in that aspect and didn't see the point in hiding her true identity; everyone she loved and cared about from that time period had gone and she had nothing to lose and no-one to endanger by being honest.

His reply was well thought out, his words carefully chosen, at least that was the way it seemed to her. He had indeed professed that the film was one of his favourites but in a rare moment of paranoia, she'd forgotten that fact. As he moved on to how he felt the film relevant to the way in which vampire kind was living in this new era, she found that she was unable to argue any of points and even if she did wish to defend Crow and his possible agenda, she knew that now was not the time. She nodded and listened till he had said all that was on his mind and then uttered a brief response.

"This film quite sufficient is. Thank you. Explain I shall my question, when to its conclusion it has come."

With that she went quiet. Being able to understand the premise on which the film was based would allow her to understand the film on a deeper level, at least that was her assumption. Had he chosen something based around a more recent historical event, she would have been quite lost and the subtle nuances of the film might have been lost on her. She made herself comfortable, sliding down in the seat, so that it surrounded and protected her from the vast space that wrapped around her.

[Enver Marshall II]

He looked over at her when she said the film was sufficient. It wasn't something Enver expected when talking about films. Usually there were words like good, bad, decent, I like or didn't like it and small talk about scenes in the movie. Sufficient seemed off to him.

Enver didn't comment on her expression about the flick, instead, he just nodded his head. "Can't recall how long the movie is, but I'm not sure if you're a type that can sit around for a while. So if you find the film inadequate or you need a break, we can stop it." He shot a grin over Keara's way before he returned his line of vision to the large screen.

The male wouldn't say, but it was really eating him up inside to hear of movies being described as sufficient and even him saying inadequate. He supposed those were terms that movie critics used when rating a movie off certain things, but the guy was just a fan of movies in so many ways (obviously), that he couldn't compare it like he could with Pepsi versus Coke. One was adequate, the other insufficient.

Enver moved in his chair, just a little which created a little more distance between the two of them. Enver didn't notice it because he had shifted during the inner battle of telling her that movies couldn't be sufficient, they were good, great or horrible. But knowing that the woman hadn't ever seen a movie or knew the lingo for describing a movie, Enver just let it drop to let her enjoy the experience.

--Some time later

"That's the woman I was talking about. Natalie Portman." He said when she appeared in a grey sweater on the screen when she's shown a hidden room behind a false door in a wine room, with some propaganda (more or less) in it; most of it Nazi things. Enver pointed to her, as if Keara needed help realizing who it was he was talking about. "I forgot to tell you." Enver cleared his throat as he looked back at Keara. "He's a pretty big actor too." Enver pointed to the guy who had shown the room off to Natalie Portman's character, Evey. "Is it sufficient so far? The movie." Enver cast a sideways glance at Keara, trying to get a feel for her type of movies and this one now that some time had passed.

[Keara Aithne]

She didn't reply to him as to whether or not she required a break. She was comfortable where she was and even though her feet would become heavy beneath her, she wouldn't move. Being a shadow and having worked in a profession that required both stealth and patience, if she couldn't sit still for a couple of hours she'd of had issues. As it was the seat was comfortable, perhaps a little too comfortable in some ways, as she was far happier when sat in something stiffer, like with her back against a wall, being sat in a wooden chair or even riding horseback. The style of seating however wasn't going to spoil her enjoyment of the film before her.

She watched fascinated by the sights and sounds. The action scenes were impressive, even if she could tell that there was something off in them. Much like any expert, she could tell when true contact wasn't being made or when sword play was a little too elaborate and inefficient. The size of the screen however and the clarity of the picture, along with the noise from the speakers etc. made every concern she had on the matter slip away. The plot was interesting and while she could follow it all pretty well, she found herself ever so slightly distracted by the void behind her; an issue that had her sinking even further in her seat.

"The movie quite interesting is," she replied, ignoring the conversation around the actors in the movie. It wasn't that she didn't want to be able to comment on them, she just didn't know who they were. Their names didn't matter to her. She wanted to concentrate on the character they were portraying.

In a roundabout way she hinted at the reasoning for her earlier question, something she planned to talk to him about at the end of the movie but something that instead seemed right to say in that moment. "Few weeks after Guido Fawkes Parliament tried to destroy, in London I was. Much conversation on the matter there was. Bards the tale did sing. Similar atmosphere there was after execution. Hung, drawn and quartered he was. Will V the same fate suffer?" she asked curious as to whether or not the premise of the film would be following the events of history.

[Enver Marshall II]

While the movie progressed, the male looked from the movie to her every so often, but not enough to be considered strange or awkward for the his counter part for the night. He had just about polished off one of the drinks when she started answered his question. Finally, something different about the movie was said. Interesting was something he had heard people say about flicks before and made sense. Not that sufficient crap.

She continued to elaborate on something she had brushed on earlier in the night, which told him a little more about Keara. When it was all said and done, all he could say was, "Huh." and rub at his jawline. He had only picked the film because of how he felt about it, or the strange connection he had to it, but it seemed she had a connection to it. One that meant more than his own.

He looked back at the movie, and almost answered her question, but caught himself before he did. "If I told you that, there'd be no point in us watching the flick." He looked back over at her to give her a wink as he chuckled and repositioned himself in the chair again. "Sometimes movies end different just because people either think viewers will like it better, or they want viewers to get something else out of the story." He added, so that in the future when things weren't how she read in a book, or saw for herself first hand, she'd understand why.

[Keara Aithne]

"Flick?" she questioned, unfamiliar with that particular word. She probably should have been able to discern its meaning from the context in which it was used, but she was far too distracted by the action on screen; a fact that showed as she only glanced at him sidewise when she spoke. "Endeavour to remember that I shall."

For her first foray into the movie theatre scene it wasn't bad. She was kind of enjoying herself not that it showed in the tone of her words or her actions. Still, the picture clarity was amazing and the film itself was quite dark colour palette wise which meant it wasn't hurting her eyes to watch it. If she made more than one trip every two years to the place, she was sure she'd get used to the settings and that her eyes would adjust but this was all still new to her.

No movement did she make as she turned her full focus back to the movie, and she never once glanced over at Enver without a reason to do so. He probably couldn't imagine how strange an experience it was for her to see something like this. Television and the internet had fascinated her in a similar fashion when they were first introduced to her and this, well this took those experiences to yet another level.