Rosalind Elena 'Lena' Rainmayr (sat_by_the_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2014-04-10 23:05:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Entry tags: | beelzebub, jameson kemp, lena rainmayr |
WHO: Lena ,Jamie, Beelzebub (and maybe Thomas if Jamie flips his shit)
WHAT: Freaking out.
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: Lugosi's back rooms
WARNINGS: Language and fly guts
There wasn't a show on at Lugosi's on Wednesday evening, so Lena took the opportunity to meet with the double who did her routines when she was ill. The dancer, whose name was Michelle, was getting a promotion to fill Lena's spot when she left and Lena wanted her to be as ready as possible. Part of Lena's job included intricate illusions which could be dangerous if done wrong, and when Lena wasn't there, those illusions were simply left out of the show. It was time to hand them on.
After a two hour rehearsal with Michelle, Lena trotted backstage, her skin covered in sweat. "You're doing really well, Mish," Lena said, a grin affixed to her face. "We'll keep working on Wednesdays and you'll get it in no time. Go ahead and go, I'll lock up!"
Back in the dressing rooms, Lena took a long shower before pulling on comfortable track pants and a light pink hoodie. She loved the feeling she always got after a work out, and the routines she did at work were certainly that. Then, after ensuring all the lights were off, Lena headed out the stage door and into the alley behind Lugosi's.
Locking the door behind her, Lena turned to head towards the subway when she noticed a man blocking the way out. Without hesitating, Lena pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the figure, the flash briefly illuminating the alleyway. Keeping the phone in her hands, she dialled 9 and 1 so that she was ready if the cops were necessary here. Then and only then did she call out to the person. "You need something?"
"Lena."
Lena felt her stomach freeze as the figure spoke her name. How did they know who she was? Was he someone who came to see the show and was now stalking her? That had happened before. "Look, if you don't get out of my way, I am going to call the police."
"If you call the police, I'm going to call Lucifer," the figure said, and that was all it took for Lena to forget absolutely everything she ever learned about self-defense. Her knees went weak and she froze on the spot, her heart in her throat. She was going to die. This man was going to take her to Lucifer and he was going to crucify her again and she wouldn't survive it a second time.
The figure started walking towards her and some kind of self-preservation instinct kicked in. Lena turned, her back to the shadows only long enough to pull the keys out of her pocket and twist them in the lock. She heard footsteps speeding up behind her as she rushed to open the door, and nearly fall into the backstage area. She never saw Beelzebub's form shrink into that of a fly, she only heard the footsteps stop as she slammed the door shut behind her.
Once the door was locked, Lena ran down the long hallway and into the costume room. Rushing to the back wall, she hid herself in a huge rack of dresses and promptly burst into tears. Too afraid to call Michael, lest she find herself in the midst of some kind of divine war, she called the only person she wanted to see. Her fingers shook as she scrolled through and located Jamie's number. Thomas was busy at school, some kind of late-night parent conference thing that went until ten. Jamie would be home though. Jamie could come get her out of the costume room because she wasn't moving until then.
If he didn't answer, she was going to spend the night there on the floor, hiding behind the hems.