July 24, 2010 - 4:19pm — Rutilus
[=10]A hallway lit with candles. He peered around, then sighed and started down the long corridor. Rhye studied each candle as he passed it, wondering why they couldn't just use lights; they had them, after all. They were an important factor to the shows. But then, some insects had a habit of going too close to the lights. Sometimes, the electricity would modify their brains, do something that noone could really figure out. It made them go mad. Which was dangerous if the insects were poisonous.
Ugh. Insects.
Rhye stopped outside one of the many, many wooden doors, hesitating. Should he go in? Would he be caught? He glanced around a few more times, then knocked on the door very quietly. The brunette waited with bated breath, praying that noone else would see him, hoping that the door would open soon--and then it did. It swung backwards on its creaky hinges, making Rhye cringe much to the figure in the doorway's amusement. The raven-haired female giggled, and he glared at her in mock-irritance.
"Shush, this is no laughing matter! Let me in!" he growled, glancing over his shoulder. A slender hand clenched on the front of his poet's shirt, and then yanked him into the room. The door clicked shut behind them.
"You seem awfully edgy," the woman smirked, hand on her hip. "Do you ever wear normal clothes?"
"Normal, dear?" Rhye raised his eyebrows, glancing down at his poet's shirt and leggings. "No, not really. That would be boring, dear, and I'm in an entertainment business."
"So I look boring?" It was her time to raise her brows. Rhye chuckled.
"A little."
"Tch!" She hit him playfully in the chest. "Jeans and a T-shirt is normal."
"Boring."
The rest of the groups and dancers and singers working in the theatre were under the impression that Rhye was visiting this woman, whose name was Olivia, because he was romantically interested in her.
