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empyreans ([info]empyreans) wrote in [info]starlighting,
Ren had not made it to the football game – she’d heard about, how could she not have? The incident was all over the news and with people dying is seemed like the seriousness of the whole situation had just been escalated. Unfortunately this also meant that she’d missed the awakening of another Senshi and she didn’t have the pleasure of meeting the other girls yet. The woman did keep a fairly busy schedule so it wasn’t a surprise that she hadn’t had the time to make it to the football game. She didn’t make it a habit to go to High School functions – especially when she hadn’t attended either high school. Ren hadn’t enjoyed high school but something had drawn her to the preview show though. It was another feeling she couldn’t quite explain, very similar to the feeling that had drawn her into that small shop in Chinatown and the feeling that told her she needed to get out on New Year’s Eve. It was something she needed to do and the feeling was too strong to simply ignore. She assumed it was because someone she knew was going to be in the production – nothing more.

From entering the theatre it was obvious that the school had taken its fine arts programs seriously. It was something Ren could respect. A small sigh escaped her lips as she pushed past the doors alone. This felt wrong and she almost turned around and left. Instead she stubbornly forced herself over to one of the glass trophy cases. Her footfalls echoed lightly down the hallway. While her eyes looked to be focusing on the awards and accomplishments of the students throughout the years her mind was miles away. Suddenly she felt and uneasy sense of dread – similar to how she felt when she woke up from those dreams.

She slipped her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. The exhaustion she felt was only apparent for the briefest of moments before she turned around. Restless sleep seemed to find the girl at night. The dreams haunted and thus hadn’t actually had a decent night’s sleep since that night at Julliard. Her gaze found Adenah and two other girls grouped together almost immediately. Both girls seemed familiar even though Ren had never met them.

Keeping her distance she had settled for leaning casually against the wall next to the trophy case. She’d crossed her arms – obviously just waiting for the house crew to let the audience into the show. The hall was fairly dark and it was likely that she would be overlooked. For the first time in her life Ren was perfectly fine with that.


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