Who: Wild Child, OTA When: Monday, 3PM Where: The Theater
Kyle had conned his way into a private plane ride back to Revolve in hopes of meeting, mingling with and inspiring a few of his fellow mutants, unfortunately his lack of knowledge about Revolve had once gain come to bite him in his furry rear. He had arrived to find the Amusement Park, the main place he lingered in hopes of talking to mutants, closed. After a good long while of pacing, growling and grumbling, the Theater had caught the young feral's eye, or more correctly, the movie playing at the Theater.
Teen Wolf, it sounded interesting enough, and struck rather close to the boy's heart, so he had shelled over a few bucks to buy a seat. As he had not been to the movies since he was thirteen, and well, that was quite a long time ago thanks to his healing factor manifesting and slowing his aging, so even the cheesy 80's movie was new, exciting and highly amusing for him. The darkened theater was almost entirely deserted, Kyle seating himself perhaps a bit too close to the screen as he watched, making no effort to repress rumbling chuckles.
He was sure the idea was outrageous to most people, but the goofy movie struck way too close to home for Gibs. he was a bit more involved in the comedy than he probably should have been, sprawled easily out, arms stretched across the backs of the seats on either side of him, not that the theater was at all full, so it hardly mattered. Despite how much he was enjoying the movie, the youth still kept himself alert, nose alert and gaze occasionally drifting around the room out of instinct.