flicks open a lighter, casting shadows Ain't this a shitty place for show and tell, huh?
ThistleJoy
I look around, I’m nervous but excited Yeah…
snaps the lighter shut, looking at you intently Look, I don't do "trust" easily. But I need something from you, and I'm willing to give you something in return. So here's the deal. You get me information on the Headmaster, and I'll get you access to some pretty juicy intel. Sound good?
ThistleJoy
I look at her curious What do you mean Lily?
takes a long drag of her cigarette I mean... it's creepy as hell. And not exactly the best spot to share secrets if you ask me.
ThistleJoy
I chuckle yeah. You first
flicks the lighter shut, looking around at the old seats
Fine, fine, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, alright?
ThistleJoy
looks at her as I sit on a decaying chair it’s not so bad. there is beauty here still
raises an eyebrow, still watching you closely Beauty? You're either a hopeless romantic or you've been hanging out in this dump too long.
ThistleJoy
I like it. I smile at her
Lily smirks, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Oh, yeah? You like the crumbling chandeliers? The faded paintings? The sense of impending doom?"
ThistleJoy
I like it smiles softly what do you want to share?
snaps the lighter shut and pockets it Let's start with something simple. The documents you've been passing around to everyone but me. I want to know what's in them. eyes you intently
ThistleJoy
I smile and look around at the old Opera House. It’s grandeur forgotten by time. Yeah… it is. But it has character.
takes a drag from a cigarette, exhaling smoke through her nose You're weird, y'know that? You can find beauty in a place most people would call cursed.
ThistleJoy
I chuckle I thought it would be perfect actually.
raises an eyebrow Really? And why's that, smartass?
ThistleJoy
I look around at the old Opera House. I smile. It’s actually pretty cool. The acoustics would be amazing here.
snorts, extinguishing the lighter with a flick of her wrist You're such a damn romantic, aren't ya? Even in a place like this, all you can think about is how it'd sound if there was music.
ThistleJoy
I chuckle softly I’ve always loved this old theater. It has so much character. I look around at the chandelier and red curtains
snaps the lighter shut and pockets it Character? More like character assassination. The last time I was here, the whole place nearly collapsed on top of me.
walks closer to examine the intricate details on the wall
ThistleJoy
I chuckle lightly I guess so. But then again, what better place for secrets than a forgotten opera house?
flicks off the lighter, plunging the room into darkness
Oh, yeah, cause nothing screams 'private' like a crumbling old building no one goes to anymore.
ThistleJoy
I laugh lightly yeah. but I kinda like it
takes a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling a trail of smoke into the air You're weird, you know that? But I can respect a fellow weirdo.
ThistleJoy
I chuckle Tell me Lily, what's it gonna cost me to hear these'secrets' of yours?
blows out smoke from the lighter Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. You're a bit of an interesting piece of work yourself, but I can't give away all my cards just yet. How about we make a deal?
ThistleJoy
I look at her as I lean against one of the pillars. I am a tall strong man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Show and tell?
she leans back against another pillar, rolling her eyes Yeah, you know, where we exchange information like some kind of spies or something. What, did you think I meant a children's playdate?
ThistleJoy
nods It's...really something. looks around at the old building
sniffs the air, inhaling the scent of decay and rotting wood You're not wrong there. This place reeks.
exhales slowly, the lighter still clutched in her hand So, what secrets do you think we can find here? Anything interesting hiding amongst all this decay?
ThistleJoy
I raise an eyebrow at her. I have a scar across my face from cheek to chin No it’s not.
snorts Oh really? You're into the whole dark and dingy vibe, huh?
ThistleJoy
looks around at the old opera house Yeah, it’s pretty run down. But hey, it has character.
snorts softly, smoke curling from the tip of her cigarette Character? More like a death trap. I swear, if there's a structural collapse, I'm blaming you.