Post by Zanna Monroe on Jul 29, 2014 18:39:50 GMT -5
An hour ago, Zanna realized that, as she sat in her car eating store bought popcorn, nothing could compare to theatre popcorn. Even if the brand at the store said "theatre popcorn", it still wasn't the same. Going to the movies was one of her favourite things to do, although most of the time she went alone now since no one was left alive for her to go with. She loved the ambiance of the theatre, loved the gigantic screen, the surround sound. It was also the one place that sound be completely dark (excluding the screen and Exits) and not have Zanna freaking out and holding her knife, and she loved how she could feel so normal when she sat there at the top row of seats. It's as if nothing happened and she was just enjoying a movie, mentally dating Sebastian Stan and replacing whichever lead female role with herself. But, she didn't tell anyone that, of course.
She thanked the teenage cashier and took the large bucket of popcorn, heading down the hallway towards the movie she was going to watch. She must've looked silly, being such a tiny girl with such a huge bucket of popcorn, if she held it in front of her it could almost cover her entire waist, but she didn't care. The brunette figured she wouldn't have luxury money for another movie for a while, so she was going to enjoy the hell out of it.
She entered the darkening room just in time and walked down the hallway, turning to her left to see the grand sea of seats. It was semi-full, but still had enough space for everyone to have a few seats between themselves. She hopped the steps two at a time, going for the sort-of-top-but-not-the-top rows and shimmied apologetically in front of people to make it to the middle. Getting a seat smack in the middle was a very important skill, Zanna thought to herself. Luckily, she got what she wanted, and she sat down after taking off her grandpa's old bomber jacket. The bucket of popcorn was warm on her lap - a familiar feeling - and Zanna plucked a small handful at a time, using her tongue to pull her popped victims into her mouth. As the movie began to play, and the theatre darkened even more and the parents shushed their children, Zanna was pretty sure this was the most normal she's felt in a long while.
She thanked the teenage cashier and took the large bucket of popcorn, heading down the hallway towards the movie she was going to watch. She must've looked silly, being such a tiny girl with such a huge bucket of popcorn, if she held it in front of her it could almost cover her entire waist, but she didn't care. The brunette figured she wouldn't have luxury money for another movie for a while, so she was going to enjoy the hell out of it.
She entered the darkening room just in time and walked down the hallway, turning to her left to see the grand sea of seats. It was semi-full, but still had enough space for everyone to have a few seats between themselves. She hopped the steps two at a time, going for the sort-of-top-but-not-the-top rows and shimmied apologetically in front of people to make it to the middle. Getting a seat smack in the middle was a very important skill, Zanna thought to herself. Luckily, she got what she wanted, and she sat down after taking off her grandpa's old bomber jacket. The bucket of popcorn was warm on her lap - a familiar feeling - and Zanna plucked a small handful at a time, using her tongue to pull her popped victims into her mouth. As the movie began to play, and the theatre darkened even more and the parents shushed their children, Zanna was pretty sure this was the most normal she's felt in a long while.
