Movie Night Fever*
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 6:02 am
(OOC: I claim this newly-charted territory in the name of His Majesty the Queen! *roflmmftoandcookiesifyoufigureoutwhatthatmeant* Doesn't mean that this ain't open for the participating in.
Oh, and let's put this into the timeframe of SOTF and say that the film is...Batman Begins. If you want to suggest a different film, don't hesitate to speak up. n_n I'll try to act so that the reader can make up the movie's "theme" for now.)
((Set at least 1 night after A View To A Kill))
The "Ivory Pearl" Infiniti sedan was one of the few cars that stuck out among the relatively cheap coupes, gaudy economy cars and "borrowed" mundane family sedans that filled in row after row of the drive-in's parking. Of course, many of the other cars' windows were too fogged up (literally) for most people to notice.
The driver of this particular Infiniti had - through her connections in the media "review" organizations - approved this movie for her child. Of course, Nicole Carter-Madison was apprehensive of the material presented in the movie. Her passenger - none other than her son Damien - was also apprehensive, but for the reason that this movie did, at first glance, seem just like all the other movies of its kind released in the past few decades. Ultimately, the two agreed - Damien very reluctantly, because of all those people - that this would be an opportunity for some much-needed family bonding.
The movie was ultimately proving interesting to both of them, seeming to break and even re-define the mold from which movies like this would soon be made.
For now, Damien had managed to get a few bucks off his mom to head to the snack counter. ("You can get your snacks by yourself. You're a big boy now," sayeth Nicole.) During the trek he kept himself ducked down below window level as he snaked his way through the rows of automobiles. One would think he was trying to evade fire from Iraqi insurgents strategically placed by the screen, but it was more out of a reflexive action from his escapades in school. In any case he felt a tad relieved to have made it from the car to the snack bar in one piece. He's also thankful that, as he makes his way to the counter, there's nobody else here but the clerk.
Contrary to his mom's orders not to buy anything with "questionable" sugar content (and he was surprised that he knew what "questionable" meant as a word) Damien plops the bills on top of the table and orders a medium soda and some Mike & Ike - his personal soma* away from the (virtual) visceral carnage he so enjoys. The clerk, of course, is more than happy to issue this ration to him.
After the change is handed back, the boy exits the snack bar and, unsurprisingly heads outside and repeats the E&E back to extraction point, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone, familiar or otherwise.
(* see Brave New World)
Oh, and let's put this into the timeframe of SOTF and say that the film is...Batman Begins. If you want to suggest a different film, don't hesitate to speak up. n_n I'll try to act so that the reader can make up the movie's "theme" for now.)
((Set at least 1 night after A View To A Kill))
The "Ivory Pearl" Infiniti sedan was one of the few cars that stuck out among the relatively cheap coupes, gaudy economy cars and "borrowed" mundane family sedans that filled in row after row of the drive-in's parking. Of course, many of the other cars' windows were too fogged up (literally) for most people to notice.
The driver of this particular Infiniti had - through her connections in the media "review" organizations - approved this movie for her child. Of course, Nicole Carter-Madison was apprehensive of the material presented in the movie. Her passenger - none other than her son Damien - was also apprehensive, but for the reason that this movie did, at first glance, seem just like all the other movies of its kind released in the past few decades. Ultimately, the two agreed - Damien very reluctantly, because of all those people - that this would be an opportunity for some much-needed family bonding.
The movie was ultimately proving interesting to both of them, seeming to break and even re-define the mold from which movies like this would soon be made.
For now, Damien had managed to get a few bucks off his mom to head to the snack counter. ("You can get your snacks by yourself. You're a big boy now," sayeth Nicole.) During the trek he kept himself ducked down below window level as he snaked his way through the rows of automobiles. One would think he was trying to evade fire from Iraqi insurgents strategically placed by the screen, but it was more out of a reflexive action from his escapades in school. In any case he felt a tad relieved to have made it from the car to the snack bar in one piece. He's also thankful that, as he makes his way to the counter, there's nobody else here but the clerk.
Contrary to his mom's orders not to buy anything with "questionable" sugar content (and he was surprised that he knew what "questionable" meant as a word) Damien plops the bills on top of the table and orders a medium soda and some Mike & Ike - his personal soma* away from the (virtual) visceral carnage he so enjoys. The clerk, of course, is more than happy to issue this ration to him.
After the change is handed back, the boy exits the snack bar and, unsurprisingly heads outside and repeats the E&E back to extraction point, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone, familiar or otherwise.
(* see Brave New World)