Who: Fredrick Zoller and Open What: Hanging out at the Cinema. When: Evening Where: Cinema Rating: Low; will change if needed.
Fredrick didn't know what to do with himself lately. There didn't seem to be anything to do. Even the position that he was given on the very first day seemed medicore lately. Well, in it's entirely the job really was. A host seemed like it would be a slot in a restuarant that would be filled by a teenager to be honest. Not a job for a war hero. Of course, they didn't look at him as that, sadly. Yes, he wasn't very proud of the event that gave him that status, but there wasn't much he could do to change that, not even if he hoped with all his might. However, he had grown accustom to recieving praise, even though he inwardly frowned such words. It was clear to see that he was a very complicated man. Half of the time, he didn't know what he should do or act. It had been so long since he could be himself, that he honestly didn't remember how to be. Being in the German forces in the time that he was from was strange. People did what they were told and thought much of it, just like the three days that he took a large amount of lives.
No matter what higher authorites told him, Fredrick knew that his actions were inexcuseable. He had known that for the longest time, however, the time that he had seem the difference was when Emmanuelle had pointed it out to him with her sharp tongue. The fire in her words has been one of the things that drew him back to her each time again, despite the fact that she pushed him away. In his mind, she was just playing hard to get. He did give her some space though, especially since he hadn't seen her for a good while. It could have helped with his choice to be standing outside of the cinema at that moment.
It was better and more noticable then accidently walking into a spa, which was what he had done a couple of days ago. The word spa wasn't one that he noticed easily. It hadn't been in one in the German language in his age. Maybe had an excuse to not know what he was getting into with the woman within. Pedicures? In his mind, that was only for women and that wasn't something he wasn't going to change his mind about., despite the fact that he did enjoy the blonde girl's company. However, she really wasn't as attractive as Emmanuelle in his eyes. That wasn't saying that the girl from the spa wasn't, not at all. Fredrick simply had his sights set on the woman who turned a gun towards him. They were both alive now. Learned a lesson, so why not persue her still? It didn't seem wrong in his mind. Just a misunderstanding.
All that side for the moment, Fredrick had been standing in the main lobby of the cinema with a confused look for an expression. He simply raised an eyebrow to the names of the movies, unbelieving that these were true names to any film. "Iron Man? What is this garbage?" he muttered to himself, tilting his head towards the other side almost like the names of the movies were going to change suddenly. One could help. There was one name that he didn't even know how to pronounced. The poster had an image of a green orge. Just by the sight of the image made him discard it as a choice rather easily.
Maybe it was a better night to stay within his empty cabin.