The Wicked Won't Die. [PAFP]

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    Jean watched, paying close attention to different details in the backround that many wouldn't notice. Somehow, they always get past the producers eye. She smiled, watching one of the blurred people in the backround crowd trip into a fountain. It may have been unoriginal, but it was something.

    Rai blinked. Oh yay. It was the cliche old, 'haunted house I dare you to go in child aged people go into the house on the hill' trick. Fantastic. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone in the back trip into a fountain. The hell? How did they not see the fountain there? Idiots... He blinked a few more times, then slouched lightly, sinking down a bit into the couch. Maybe this movie wouldn't be so bad after all.

    "I bet you ten bucks one of them is going toget stabbed and there won't be and blood on the knife." Jean said, she rolled her head against the white couch so she could see him, causing her chest to elevate just an inch or so from the cushioning.

    Rai's dark eyes slowly slid from the tv screen to her face as she spoke. He stared at her for a minute, then looked back at the screen and slid down further. "I bet there will be ketchup on the knife," I shrugged. Even if I lost, I couldn't give her ten dollars. Why? Because I don't freaking have ten dollars.

    "Older movies do use the ketchup trick.." She said with a shrug. She went back to her relaxed position, rolling more onto her side as she watched the film. Maybe about fifteen years ago she would have been afraid of this, even the she probably wouldn't have had much real reaction at all to show it.

    Rai continued to watch the movie. Well. Sort of. He kept sliding his eyes from the screen to her and back again. A lot of the time, though, they seemed to linger on her instead of the movie. Swallowing the lump in his throat, rai bit on the inside of his cheek again, trying to force his eyes on the screen, but ended up looking at her again.

    The scream from the movie didn't sound real. The stabbed boy collapsed on the screen and the ketchup coated knife was shone. After a moment the supposedly dead boy stood and walked off of the stage at the edge of the camera. Jean laughed softly. "I owe you ten." She said, not looking to Rai.

    Rai's emotionless face soon turned happy. He was right? Awesome! He didn't care so much about getting ten dollars. Money was nice, but money couldn't buy the happiness he felt right now. He bit on his lip to try and surpress the smile. "When was this movie made?" he asked.

    "I'm guessing fourteen years." Jean gave a guess with a small sigh. "I think it's almost over.." The girl rolled onto her stomach, resting her cheek on her hand, she looked over to him. "That sounds about right I'd say." Her fingers rolled in a drumming motion on the couch cushion.

    rai blinked, his face falling when she rolled over. goddamn this is awkward... he gulped and tried his best not to blush and literally run out of the house. he managed not to do either, and simply shrugged. "seems a bit too lame for fourteen years ago..."

    "At best." Jean said with another shrug. "I think they just had low budgets and bad writers." A grin spread across her lips, her feet weaselig out of their sneaker cocoons, not moving her eyes from the slightly pixelated screen.

    rai looked at her, then watched the shoes fall. he blinked and looked back at the screen, his eyes blurring lightly. "yeah..." he agreed quietly. maybe. but even so, shouldn't they have at least TRIED? well, he didn't comment on it too much, only continued to stare at the tv screen.

    The movie ended with a big YOUR NEXT sign written in red sharpie and drawn to look like some sort of dripping liquid, which it didn't. "That was great. Nice choice.." To be honest she had enjoyed it, the cheesy old ones had always been her favorite preference, so she liked it. She rolled into a sitting position and grinned to her house guest.

    Rai blinked a few times, then sighed. He expected SOME sort of goodness to come out of that movie. You could see the freaking mic half the time and the other half, you could see the stage set! When she said she liked it, he blinked and looked over at her, a small blush forming at her smile. "Thanks... I just kind of... Chose it I guess..."

    Jean grinned. "I'm going to go change, alright?" She said as she stood up, "don't wander off on me now, ya hear?" She said before disappearing through the doorway, closing the plain wooden slate behind her. At first she picked up the ones from the night before, but then he might think she was trying, at least a bit too hard. She picked up a pair of pajama pants plaited black and blue and pulled on a band t-shirt.

    he stared at her, watching her leave. taking a quick look around the apartment, he looked down at his chest, wincing when he saw his wound closing up. sh-t... she would freak out if she saw that... he stood up silently and grabbed his discarded shirt, using the sink to wash it off before putting it on over his head and tugging it down. after that, he sat back down on the couch, gulping lightly. yep. he didn't move at all.

    She came out. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself." She said with a smile as she pulled down two blue mugs from the cabinet. She poured milk into each one of them and got out two packets of pour served chalk after putting the mugs into the microwave

    he looked over at her, a blank expression on his face. about himself? there wasn't much to tell, unless she wanted the full truth; in which case there was a whole freaking lot to tell. "um... well i'm not very interesting... i'd rather hear about you... how's school going?" he asked.

    "I don't want to do it if that's what you mean. My aunt wouldn't let me go into the world as a musician and go into that profession unless I had a solid degree." Jean picked up two small spoons and stuck them into the hot chocolate after she finished pouring the powder into the warm milk.

    rai's brows furrowed. a professional degree in what? why does she need a degree to play music? if she wanted to become a musician, then who the hell was this aunt lady to tell her she couldn't? rai swallowed and cleared his throat quietly to avoid getting mad at this aunt. "what do you play?" he asked quietly.