Just Passé By
curatoradmiral
It’s...beautiful.
The Culture Sector, Sector Four, is easily your favorite Sector. It’s not too far of a walk from your Sector Five apartment, and what’s more, it’s filled to the brim with, well, culture. You’ve never seen so much art and brilliance and splendor in one place! It’s like the big city, and you’ve...never actually been.
It helps take your mind off the nerve-shattering terror that is being abducted by unknown forces for unknown reasons...again. (Well, you’re in an experiment, but it’s all still one big mystery to you.)
There’s a series of televisions that have had you captivated for some time now. The dancers on the screens are beautiful, graceful, poised delicately upon one foot for a few moments before transitioning, smooth as water, into a turn and a spin. Your feet itch with the desire to try and replicate their dance as they continue into fish-dives and grand jeté.
Your name is Joey Claire, and watching this ballet performance is the best you’ve felt all day.
You jolt when you feel a presence behind you--you’d compare it to standing next to a very deadly animal. Slowly, slowly, you shift to the side with a nervous smile.
“S-Sorry, was I in the way?”
Ohgodhe’ssoterrifying. He looks like he’d never smiled a day in his entire life.
You look back at the screen, and you’re silent for a few seconds. Then: “All the stage effects...kind of distract from the dancing.” Your disapproval of this is clear.
...You really shouldn’t try making small talk with this guy, should you?