Muggle Movies [Crimson]

[Pierce James]

What does one do when he arrives at his new home? Hogwarts was large, very large indeed. Would he go to his common room? Would he get settled in, perhaps go eat a meal and mingle with the others? Does he go out on the grounds, perhaps visit the local village?

Absolutely not. =]

Pierce decided to go exploring. If he were to be living here for the next seven terms, he had to know what he was getting into. He'd already passed by the classrooms, all of which were at the time empty. He'd already found the Great Hall [which was hard to miss anyway]. And now he was meandering about the Maurader Wing, looking for nothing in particular.

And now, he'd come upon the M.E.R.. He'd been wondering what the key he'd received with his letter was for, and as he entered the door, he realized its use. On the first floor was a variety of muggle objects, but on the second floor were hundreds of lockers. Brilliant. =]. But before he'd find his own locker, Pierce was set on one thing: finding out all he could about muggle television.

Of course, he already knew quite a bit. When in London he would look into the muggle shops, curious about their electronics and whatnot. He'd figured out that they had movies, and you worked the whole contraption by pushing in buttons to watch 'shows' for entertainment. Muggles seemed to have it all figured out without magic. =].

And then he saw one! Smiling, Pierce weaved his way around the tables and whatnot over to the rather large television set. Beside it was a large cabinet, and as he opened it his eyes went wide. There had to be hundreds of movies there. ._.. At random, he grabbed one, taking it down from the shelf, closing the cabinet, and sitting on the large couch across from the television. He looked at the cover, then the back. Moulin Rouge... How can you make a movie about a Red Mill?

Pierce shrugged and put the tape in the... tape thingie. It began playing. He watched, almost like a child, sitting cross-legged, leaning forward, hands stuck in his lap. All right, so halfway through the movie he figured out it wasn't about a red mill. Although he wasn't much one for love stories, he had to admit, this was a good one... The stories these muggles come up with...

[Hehehe... It's bad, but meh. =P]

[bleedlikeme]

Crimson stretched, yawning softly before she straightens herself, pulling down her black muscle shirt from where it had ridden up, and tugging up the black jeans she has chosen to wear.. Finally away from Madame Rosaire, she had full intentions to make good use of her time and not look proper all the time. Her hair hung in ringlets down to her shoulders, a bit longer than she would prefer, and she plays with the tips now, pondering wether or not she should cut it.

There is movement however, she notes, in the hallway before her, and she watches curiously as a boy dissapears into the MER... She has yet to explore this room, and she has dedicated this day to getting lost, so why not follow him.. Stepping softly she crosses over to the door, hoping not to catch his attention.

Blue eyes watch fascinated as he turns on the tellie.. She had seen one in Madame Rosaire's Den, but she had been forbidden to ever touch it.. Now it flickered to life, colors crossing delicately across the screen. A small 'o' of amazement is sketched into her lips, as she steps forward unbidden to analyze it more.

A Romance?

Crimson giggles softly, still trying to avoid catching the other's attention, when she realizes what he's watching.. Deciding that now was a s good as ever, she crosses over and sits on the arm rest furthest from him. Keeping her eyes on the Tellie she nervously ventures out with her voice,,

"Hi?"

Pathetic really, that this is her only response.. But she can't really figure out what else to do... Perhaps the Tellie will save her.. How she hasn't figured out yet. But miracles could happen.. She turns her head slightly, shyly looking over at the boy and smiling.

(Tis okies.. Better than mine.. I suck.. ><)

[Pierce James]

Hearring a small voice off to the side, Pierce physically jumped, his head snapping in the direction of where it had came from. Bad move; he tumbled off the couch in turn, making an odd noise of surprise and discomfort. How embarassing. @_@. He'd been caught watching a love flick by some girl who he had never met before. So much for a manly disposition. But, how was he to know better? He was just, ehm, waiting for the violence to come in? ;_;

Pierce landed flat on his arse. "Christ..." he said quietly, propping himself up on his elbows. Did women just pop out of nowhere at this place? He sat up straighter, rubbing his lower back and looking up at the girl on the couch arm. He leaned back on his hands, still sitting on the floor, legs stretched in front of him. "Did you just pop out of nowhere, or am I deaf?" Not exactly a chipper greeting, but he didn't mean it to be rude.

[Bah! Bad post, Sorry again ._.]

[bleedlikeme]

Crimson bites her lowerlip when he jumps, biting back a soft laugh to keep from sounding mean.. BUt.. It was funny... A soft blush colors her pale cheeks, and she looks away for a moment, to allow him to recompose himself, however his words catch her off guard, and she sends him an odd look before smiling slightly.

"I walked. I think you were so engaged with your.. movie... That you didn't notice."

The blush on her cheeks flames though, and she shakes her head slightly to make it go away, oh the suckiness of being shy. However, she was sure he had more reason to be on his nerves than she did, as she had just walked in on him watching what she considered to be a chick flick.. Not that guys couldn't watch them.. It just wasn't what they probably wanted to be caught watching by a new girl..

"Um... I'm Crimson?"

Brillant

[Pierce James]

Pierce groaned quietly, throwing an irritated look at the television, which was still running the movie. On the screen two of the characters were dancing; the sleep guy and whore girl. =]. He covered his face with a hand, cheeks burning slightly with embarrassment. "I don't normally watch this stuff, I swear. I just... picked one at random."

It wasn't much of a disclaimer, but what could he say? He did really pick one at random... Not that she'd believe him, anyway. >_>. He sighed quietly, lowering his hand to his lap and actually looking at the girl. No need to stay embarrassed... he thought. "I'm Pierce," he replied awkwardly in return.

He noticed that Crimson was blushing, and he couldn't imagine why. It wasn't as if he'd caught her watching something embarrassing. Or... something. "So... Ah..." he scratched the back of his head for a moment, trying to think of something to say. "Do you like... Movies?" How awkward.

[-.- Again.]

[bleedlikeme]

"Pierce"

She repeats with a nodd before grinning slightly, giggling at his question.. Who didn't like movies.. Though Crimson would admit under torture that she wasn't up todate with her movie critiques.. One day she would have to come up here and just watch all the latest movies, she decided in her head. Stretching casualy she shrugs slightly, " I suppose. Though I've never been a fan of romance.. Too.. old people... ish..."

There is a hint of teasing in her voice, though she is sent into a small giggle fit by his reasoning for picking the movie..

"Of course Pierce.. We all know this is your favorite movie of all time."

Yet she is merely joking, as she knows he must be mortified for picking such a show to watch, but it was too good of an oppurtunity to miss. Crimson slides down from her perch on the arm of the coach to join Pierce sitting on the floor, tiliting her body side ways slightly so that she is both facing the Television and him.

"What's your favorite movie?"

[Pierce James]

Pierce couldn't help but give the girl a deadpan look. Now she was just trying to make him feel stupid. Pursing his lips, he scratched the back of his head, running his fingers through his hair absently. He wouldn't say anything to her comment about romantic movies, it would only provoke more embarrassing comments. He cleared his throat, glancing from the screen to Crimson. She was rather friendly considering they'd just met.

"Uh, favorite?" What an intelligent answer. He set his hand back down to help support him, looking around the room idly. He'd never really thought about what his favorite movie was; he hadn't seen many at all considering he didn't go to muggle theatres very often. "Out of the ones I've seen..." he began thoughtfully, looking back to the television screen. This red mill movie definitely wasn't his favorite.

"I'd have to say the Saw trilogy," he said finally turning his green eyed gaze back to Crimson. Although he wasn't much into slasher movies, these were an exception. "Only because of the story line though," he said to clarify. He didn't want the first person he met to think he was sick and twisted. "Sick bastards that created it, really... But you have to admire the creativity."