so long, see you tomorrow

spinning like a gravitron, when i was just a kid i always thought that things would change but they never did

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claudmerwin:

“Of course.” Claudia replied as if it were the most normal and natural thing in the world. “I only ever come to the movies to see you, don’t you know? Hoping one of your coworkers secretly knows your cool alternative name and will one day slip up and call you by that. It’s the only thing keeping me going till the end of the week.” Her facade never faltered, the tone of her voice both serious and urgent. “Why is it a secret then? Is it important that it be a secret? Like are you part of some secret cult that only someone with a really good name could get into? I think if I had a secret name it would be Celeste. I’ve always liked it and I actually had like a board on Pinterest for what I would dress and change my hair like if I someday moved away and just decided to change my name to Celeste and change everything about me. It was the name of this girl that used to stand at the corner of a street near my house when I was little and she had like the cutest lingerie ever. Now when I was young I just loved her hair and her makeup and she was very nice but at this age I just regret that she’s gone and I’ll never be able to ask her where she got her clothes.” 

Rhett chuckled at her response. “Well, I admire you dedication,” he said, although if this was a reality, it would have been more creepy than flattering. Especially, he thought, since she would’ve spent real money on this plan of hers, in addition to the time and effort. Her rant made him frown in confusing at a certain point, but he let her carry on with the anecdote which he could only assume was about a crush of hers. “No, there’s no cult,” he answered in a hurry, because he actually had a question for her that he was genuinely curious about. “Why didn’t you just say your name was Celeste then,” he asked. He certainly didn’t know her name or what Pinterest was, for that matter, but he got the idea. “Or do you have to wear the entire costume for it to be right?” 

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casemitchell:

“I don’t like this… I don’t like this… not this… not this one… not this, either…” He mumbled under his breath each time he found the distinct light brown color of the root beer-flavored candy he was trying to avoid as he segregated them from each other. Once he’d gone through all the them, he gathered all the ones he’d separated from the rest, scooping them up in his hand before offering it to the other person. “Here. It’s yours if you want it.”

Rhett hesitated. He didn’t mind the flavor of the candy offered to him, that was mostly masked by the sweet flavor of free anyways, but there was something about the presentation of it, from hand to hand, that felt iffy. “Hmm,” he breathed, devoting actual thought to the dilemma presented. He eventually decided to accept the offer and held out his hands so he was ready to receive them. He figured it’d be easier to change his mind if he accepted, worried that he’d regret not having the treats later in the day. And it’s not like there was really a consequence to not eating them. “Thanks.”

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kencov:

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Paper cuts are the worst.” She nodded in agreement, stating facts whether or not he had been entirely serious. “I never even know about them until I wash my hands or something, then those things sting like a bitch.” Kendall added, laughing softly. “How long have you been working here, anyway?”

Rhett sighed as he was asked one of his least favorite questions in the world. “Five,” he questioned, taking a moment to count. “Yeah. Five long years,” he muttered. He knew that was a too long of a time to keep a job he hated, but it’s not like there were that many options for college drop-outs. Especially in a small town.

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madison-bridges:

Madison groaned at his question. “Okay, I just want to talk about how unfair it is that the gods first of all, cursed me with young looks, but then also cursed me to this wheelchair to make me look shorter than I am to those behind counters.” She complained, grabbing her backpack from around her chair and pulling her ID from it. “Is that good enough?”

A pool of guilt formed at the pit of his stomach as Rhett looked up. She was completely right of course - it was unfair and he didn’t exactly help the situation by being terrible at his job. He sent her a soft smile, not really knowing if he was supposed to reply or not. “Sorry,” he muttered, taking a quick glance at her ID as she held it up. “Don’t take it personally. I accidentally asked a forty year old man for his ID today, too,” he explained in an attempt to tell her the truth, which was that it didn’t have anything to do with her at all. 

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issy-canham:

For Issy, high school had been an interesting experience. For one, she knew that she was different from others, mostly due to the fact that she started out high school as a lot less of a girl than she finished it in, having gone through bullying and the sorts. Rhett hadn’t been one of the bullies, she remembered. They were close. Were. He was someone she’d been forever wondering about. Whether he made it, as she was trying to do.

They weren’t far from the City, so it shouldn’t have been a shock to see him. The blonde blinked a little before she glanced down at the fruit in her hand and smiled softly. “Don’t suppose you like eating random fruit magician’s have conjured up, huh?” She questioned, an awkward laugh following her response. It seemed that they both didn’t much know what to do, in this situation.

Rhett barely had any social life in high school, so the few friends he did have, he remembered well. Issy was his favorite lab partner and a good study buddy for him, as she was at least as dedicated as he was. He also remembered how difficult it had been to keep secrets about his family from her, since they were so close. Seeing her again hit him with plenty of flashbacks, but even more emotions. Firstly, his Pavlovian reflex made him happy to see her, just like he probably was happy to see her back in the day. Secondly, this was definitely an awkward situation, making him uncomfortable. The third feeling was more difficult to pinpoint, but he figured it might be worry. Worried that he might have to answer some questions about his pathetic life he didn’t want her to know.

Disappointment arose when she didn’t address the elephant in the room. They had obviously both recognized each other. Since she hadn’t said anything, was he supposed to? Or did it go without saying? “No, I don’t trust that at all,” he chuckled. He was completely serious too. Even though it was free and it had the skin on. “Who knows were it’s been?” Referring both to the alleged dimension it might have been in but mostly where the magician might have hid it on his body.

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libby-rigby:

The blonde had taken a leap, and wasn’t so sure that it would work out. Here she was, getting drunk in a bar with someone random who she very much enjoyed speaking to, saying that they should watch a movie together. Realistically, the pair didn’t know each other. Interests, asides from movies, it seemed. Similarities, differences. But Libby knew she so far liked Rhett’s company. “Okay?” She questioned suddenly, almost shocked after the long moments of silence that lead to his answer. “I-I mean–.. okay.” She smiled at him. “–when?”

Rhett was hesitant to answer. Or, he was wary of the entire concept, but he didn’t know what to say right now either. When? Was he supposed to say ‘Wednesday’? Or was the correct answer perhaps ‘like, in a month’? “Uhm,” he muttered in an attempt to buy himself some time as he had an idea. He fished his phone out of his pocket and opened the calendar app, which showed which dates he was busy on, both this week and for the rest of the summer at least – Just in case she did actually mean in a while. Well, it didn’t actually show which dates he was busy on, just the days he was working, which was the only kind of busy he was. He held up up his phone to show her, copping out of the question in a very clever way, he thought. He scooted his chair a bit closer to her so that she could see, or grab it or whatever, as they still weren’t sitting by the same table.

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hazelboyd:

“Samson squared.” She laughed and nodded. As much as she liked the name ‘Samson’ she figured it was better to just keep it as the babies’ last names, and not first names too. “Yeah, definitely a natural. You could probably make millions off a baby names book.”

“Maybe I will,” he agreed. There was no point in toying with the idea, as it was never going to happen, but it was still an amusing thought. “Do you have any actual ideas though?” 

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claudmerwin:

Claudia looked around as if she were watching to make sure that no one else was listening or coming their way although the truth was she didn’t really care all that much if someone was waiting on her or listening to their conversation. “I just want to know if you don’t secretly have a really cool name.” The brunette shrugged, straightening up some as she spoke as if she were ready to leave any moment he asked her to, having to pretend she didn’t want to offend him although nothing she’d said thus far had been offensive in the least.

“You went to the movies to ask me for my secret name,” he questioned, brows raised. “As much as I admire your dedication, I’m not gonna tell you my secret, mysterious name,” he explained, trying to play along with the bit she was doing. “As cool and mysterious it is, and I promise it’s really good,” he lied. Or maybe his secret name was in fact Striker, but he was never going to tell her that anyways. “Most of the mystery lies in the fact that it’s secret.”

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thenameis-kev:

Kevin quirked an eyebrow in confusion at his question. “A what?” He tilted his head. “A fidget- OH! That thing that’s driving the world crazy? I heard they even made a butt-plug of it, but nah. Does it look like I can afford one of those things? Because if so, I’m utterly flattered.”

Rhett chuckled at his response. If there was anything Rhett could get behind, it was relatable jokes about being poor. “Maybe you stole it,” he suggested. “Or won it in some sort of tournament,” he added, clearly unsure of what the deal was. He hadn’t really grasped the concept.

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juliusgoodwin:

Julius had been coming to the movie theatre for quite some time. Figuring tonight wouldn’t have been like any other night until he heard someone questioning for this ID. He chuckled softly to himself, reaching for his wallet before shrugging, “Sounds like a thrilling time to get carded again.” Now showing his ID for the other, he had been mistaken for being younger once or twice before. Strange enough, he wasn’t phased much by the others prior words. “Have minors been sneaking into R-rated films?” Not like Julius hadn’t done that once before when he lived in New York - a city of thrill. 

Rhett briefly glanced at the other man’s ID before he looked up and nodded slightly. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Although the problem isn’t them sneaking in, it’s when they run out crying,” he told him, presenting him with a stiff smile.

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masonjcnes:

                 The insisting that pursued from the rather disinterested ticket-puncher had no more heart in his tone than he likely would reading an obituary. Mason was taken aback by his request at first, eyes raising and narrowing to meet his, his brows furrowing, “You serious?” He shot back, tone not entirely angry, but more confused on the matter. Ever since he’d hit his growth spurt in ‘07 he’d been walking into theaters without a second look. To be twenty-three, a month shy of twenty-four and to be asked the question now was almost laughable, even if the worker hadn’t taken a look at him. 

He swallowed nervously as he looked up to find exactly the kind of face he’d feared matched the voice. Rhett couldn’t exactly justify why he assumed every stern, buff guy was on the verge of kicking his ass, but that seemed to be the common theme in his assumptions whenever they were around. “Ah- Sorry,” he muttered. “Just..- never mind.” 

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adritimothy:

“It helps to know someone that works at the movie theatre. I would have been stuck with stale old popcorn.” The blonde teased before she offered a thankful nod towards him. She loved popcorn, but there was nothing more satisfying than the type of popcorn that had just been popped and still melted in your mouth. 

Rhett smiled softly, pleased that she seemed contempt with his helpful mention. “It’s a, dare I say life-saving, perk,” he joked, putting his arms up in a half-hearted innocent shrug. 

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betsyberhanu:

“It’s not a problem,” she said, taking back her ID. “How come? Are minors sneaking into R-rated movies or something?” she asked, remembering the time she and her friends did the very same thing. Needless to say, they were caught and thrown out the second they were found out, but hell, it was still funny. “You can’t really blame them. There’s a sence of action when you try to sneak in.”

“Definitely,” he agreed, even though he’d never actually done it himself. He hadn’t exactly been the type to in his adolescence. However, he’d seen the look on their faces as they ran away from him, the fool, so he could imagine. “I wouldn’t care if I didn’t get in trouble for it.”

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eskakoningin:

With each passing second Eska spent standing on the premises, the rare possibility that Apollo Arts had taken a bold futuristic leap and replaced all it’s employees with robots was evolving into a more prominent thought. Bored enough to latch onto such notions, she’d been so involved in mentally weighing the pros and cons of such a gimmick that when she initially noticed his focus start to shift upwards she nearly startled. Composing a neutral expression before his gaze graced her face, his address of the card’s name prompted one of her hands to press against her chest in a transparently faux exhibition of awe — with an aghast whisper to match, “He speaks.” Granted, while the name was not the first thing he’d ever said; it was the first thing he’d said on his own accord, as far as she could tell. Unsure of how limited a lifespan the interaction would endure, with longevity in mind, she tilted her head ever so slightly. And so arrived a silent and imploring question conveyed through body language and sharp blue eyes alone: ‘What’s it to you?’ Then, hand falling back down to her side, she opted for speaking aloud, “Cat got your tongue?” she prompted, “Do your eyes deceive you?”

She certainly didn’t make this easy for him. The lack of social skills he possessed was a terrible mix with the odd situation he was in, but of course she had to also point out the fact that he wasn’t saying anything. Afraid he might stutter if he spoke too soon, he took a moment to compose himself. He’d been surprised, yes — but now as the initial shock wore off, he questioned: What was the feeling he was left with? If he wasn’t certain he lacked the ability to experience the concept, he’d assume this was fun. Here he was, at the same job he’d hated for five years, suddenly presented with a situation he found amusing. Of course there had been some kids who’d attempted to use fake IDs to try to get into R-rated movies throughout the years, but no adults with fake IDs tricking him into thinking they had a huge mustache. He wanted to ignore her remarks about his speechlessness, he was sure she’d be able to drag him even further no matter how he responded, but he did frown ever so slightly. “I know it’s none of my business,” he begun, pausing for a moment, to hopefully give her mind time to come up with expectations for his next words, only so that he might catch her by a surprise this time. However minuscule. “- but I think you looked cooler with the mustache,” he shrugged.

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phoebe-beaumont:

Phoebe smirked lightly as she tilted her head. “Ah–That is very true. Maybe I should ring my mom to pick me up and take me to Jan’s house where we will gossip about boys, sex and –ah, who’s a hot celebrity male nowadays? I don’t think a 14 year old now would say David Bowie..” She chuckled. “That evidence enough?”

The scenario she depicted made Rhett smile. “Good choice,” he nodded. “You passed the test.” In the many years Rhett had worked there, this was the first time he’d made the connection between himself and a goblin in DnD who made the adventurers answer riddles before they could pass. That was basically what he was doing right now, he thought.

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isabellalvna:

“Don’t worry about it.” Isabella smiled faintly at him as she peered around to see if anything had changed since the last time she’d worked here. It had been years, which almost felt like decades, but it brought back a good sense of nostalgia nonetheless. “I don’t think that anyone is too anything to have a decent job and to be working hard.” Isabella shrugged. She’d also worked tooth and nail to get to where she was, and would never judge another’s path. “It could always be worse.”

She was right; It could be worse, but Rhett was convinced that it shouldn’t have to be much worse than this. Honestly, this conversation made Rhett a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to ask her what she did now, as if that would point him in the right direction as to how to get out of this job, but he didn’t. He just shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”

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feldmanamy:

“Let’s hope for ‘dries off,’ because I totally lost my library card last month when my sister’s kids came and I had to find all of the ‘Curious George’ books. There’s more than you’d expect, let me just leave it at that.”

Patting the front of the laptop, just across her name label that she had to buy a label-maker to possess, Amy decided to give it a few more moments before trying anything, although the suspense made her eager to return to her hideous habit of biting her fingernails. “Oh, yeah, it’s a timeline. Calendar, but more complicated. Probably too much so, as I think about it, but it’s better to be over-prepared than behind on sales, right? What do you do for a living? Hopefully nothing that requires you to create the same obsessive schedules, unless you like that; in that case, twinning!” Amy offered, smiling at the man who still hadn’t introduced himself.

Rhett nodded slowly as she spoke, having a surprisingly hard time grasping what she was actually saying. He doubted he’d ever met someone who talked this much. With a heavy amount of concentration he still barely caught the question among her babble. “I work at the cinema,” he replied and he took another sip of his coffee. He hated his job, but her obvious stress almost made him appreciate the simplicity of it for a moment. He was still not exactly sure what her job was, but he was hesitant to ask, thinking he’d just missed it.