I'm in no way completely sure of where I'm going with this. I may choose to write more, I may never touch it again and leave it where it is, as it is.
But here's the rough draft (completely unedited, not even read over), of a prologue of a story that may one day turn into a novel (if I get off my lazy butt and actually try to think of some ideas for a good plot). ;P
|| Tall and slender, the brunette woman stood at the back of the theater, leaning against a pillar. Her hands were shoved in the pockets of her red trench coat, which was securely fastened with a belt that was tied around the waist. Blue eyes gazed at the scene taking place on the stage. She was aware only of what happened in the play. As far as she was concerned, there was no theater…no walls or people. Only the stage and its actors.
She stood there, oblivious to the world as the plot of Hamlet unfolded. She was completely still…as if she were made of cold stone. No sound emanated from her, save for the faint breath as it escaped her lips.
As she was oblivious to the people, the people were oblivious to her, save for one man. Dark eyes peered at her from the darkest corner of the theater. He took in her entire appearance. The black pants and black leather boots. The black scarf that was draped over her shoulders loosely, after having been removed from around her neck.
His gaze was intent on the features of her face. Her hair was tied back and lifted with a clip, over which the strands fell. Her bangs were shifted to the side and clipped up with a small, ornate butterfly-shaped hair pin. Her eyes were decorated with pale purple eye shadow. A thin black line ran from the corners to the middle of the lower portion of her eyes. The upper lids were lined from corner to corner. A light layer of mascara blackened her lashes. Slowly, his eyes fell to her lips, which were made up with a light red shade of lipstick. Gradually, he allowed his gaze to fall further still to her neck, where a delicate-looking silver pendant was hanging. All in all, her appearance was one to be envied. Though without the makeup, one would say her face was rather plain. She wasn’t one naturally blessed with beauty.
Though he may have appeared to have been watching the play, his gaze was fixed on her throughout the entire performance. A mystery to the world, he remained unseen by anyone whose gaze may have strayed from the stage. One could say he had the upper advantage in this situation entirely.
However, no one save himself knew what his intentions were that night. He didn’t make a single move before, during, or after the play within the theater. Once the performance had drawn to a close, he allowed his gaze to shift to the stage only once before returning it to his feminine target. He stared a few minutes longer before turning and leaving the theater. She left untouched, unharmed, and completely oblivious to even having been targeted by a stranger... ||
So, for all who decided to read, please read and review. Constructive criticism, if you can. :3 <3, Liz
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