Cut Out All The Ropes And Let Me Fall [Open]

[zilya alexis raskolnikov]

Zilya stood there outside the theater. There were a few pairs of eyes on her. Not because of the school but simply because she was tall, skinny and pretty and that was enough for her to be out of place here. She looked like a professional model, and she was. She had been modeling back in Russia and with the dress from her step mother that she managed to stitch together and re-size, she looked great.

Her favorite leather jacket hung loosely in her arms as she stood there, make up done to perfection like she was on a date. A few men seemed to watch her, almost like vultures waiting to descend but then who wouldn't. She was just another pretty girl all on her own. She didn't have a date or even a friend with her. Zilya was on a low enough level to be allowed outside of Pinewood and she took advantage of it.

Socializing was still something she had to get back into but for now, she was happy to be on her own. She didn't need anyone else with her. She stepped forward with those long legs in those expensive black heels. She knew what she looked like. This required effort and practice. She moved into the concessions line. She had already got her ticket and the next step was to get a drink and maybe some popcorn. The young Russian model had missed this. It was so simple but it reminded her of home. Except there she would have friends to go with her.

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[tamara calisto parker]

a small yawn escaped the small woman's lips as she ran a brush through her hair. she had a late start that morning, but she was glad she didn't have to go in to work until the afternoon. still it made her feel guilty. guilty that she was out here by herself and not in there helping them. they had warned many like her not to get attached. it was in her nature. maybe she should of been a nurse or something completely unrelated to the medical field. she could picture herself as a teacher. she adored little kids, the way their minds were so open and how they were so care free. they didn't have problems...and if they did it was nothing major. it was simpler back then. she had plans before work and began to grab her purse and keys before heading out the door. she was going to go out to eat and catch a movie with some fellow co-workers. tamara wasn't one to be out an about but some how they managed to convenience her. she had arrived at the theater and had proceeded inside. buying a ticket and something to munch on. she kept looking at her watch wondering why she felt like an idiot standing around. her phone began to buzz and she caught sight of the bad news. they couldn't make it. one had gotten sick and the other had been called into work early. she mentally kicked herself for not waiting or for not calling them up early. she could of avoided this whole situation. at least they had decided on the movie first. she thought glumly as she stepped towards the room where the movie was being shown. her foot caught onto something as she juggled her phone and her treats. she managed to stay up right, but she spilled popcorn on the person in front of her."i'm so sorry."tamara began to apologize as she brushed popcorn off herself and the victim.

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[zilya alexis raskolnikov]

Zilya stood tall, despite being a little too tall. She was just over 6'' in her heels but posture was important in her line of work.. Work that she hadn't done in a while thanks to moving here. Things weren't as easy as they used to be and the girl missed being home. She gathered the pop corn and soft drink and turned around stepping away, only to have popcorn spilled on her.

She stepped back, brushing the popcorn off herself. "It's alright, it was accident," she said in her thick Russian accent. Her English wasn't so good but it didn't matter. Zilya got by just fine. She could still talk and meet new people despite the slight language barrier. "I've seen you before," she said, looking over the shorter woman. She stepped aside when someone behind her tried to get past. She wasn't sure who this woman was but Zilya was sure she had seen her at Pinewood.

"Are you here alone?" she asked, assuming this because the woman didn't appear to have anyone with her. It wasn't entirely odd for a person to watch a movie alone. It was exactly what Zilya was doing. This was just a way for her to strike up a conversation.

[tamara calisto parker]

she was an odd one. she didn't like to be touched but here she was touching someone else. as long as there wasn't any skin contact she would be fine. she had her days when she was free from her fear but other times it was like she was stepping on needles. she quickly moved her hands away from the person in front of her. the first thing that she was aware of was how tall the girl in front of her was. tamara was short but even now she felt tiny. that was the plus side to heels. they made her feel and look taller. she had had people try to push her down, figuratively speaking, because of her size. she wasn't a push over...except when it came to people touching her. she was surprised by the girl's accent. it was lovely. so far the only accents she heard were on tv and her step-mothers british accent. she smiled politely at the girl and nodded."yeah, im clumsy at times...."she felt the needed to explain that tamara didn't attack her with popcorn on purpose. the mess on the floor made her feel bad as her eyes caught sight of a near by usher ready to clean it up. she apologized and moved out of his way. tamara met the girls eyes at her comment."really. im terrible with names and faces."tamara said with a small laugh. as she tried to think of where they could of met. this girl was way to pretty to be just a local. she had the model look."uh...well i work at pinewood...other than that i really don't go out much."it was sad but true. she had been busy with work and trying to get things right that she really didn't take the time to explore the little town."yeah, i actually was cancelled on, but its okay i wanted to watch this movie....."tamara laughed softly."yeah i have no idea what this movie is about. something to do with people being trapped. are you going in to see it?"she asked her curiously. it wasn't a bad thing to talk to strangers, she didn't venture out to movies alone. she usually went with another person just to talk if the movie ended up being bad.

[zilya alexis raskolnikov]

"I used to be like that," Zilya explained. "My mother got for me lessons for modeling," she explained. "Fixed that problem," she said with a smile. The tripping over things stopped quickly after that but then really it had more to do with a growth spurt and not being used to being so lanky and tall. It was an awkward time that like many other teenagers, Zilya just naturally grew out of. Now she was nothing but graceful and a lot of that came from practice and coaching, especially from her mother, a former model who knew how to walk better than she knew how to breathe. It was like second nature to her.

The woman didn't seem to recognize her and for a moment, Zilya didn't want to have to admit that she was a student there. It would be like admitting something was seriously wrong with you but then Pinewood was the only place she had seen people and Zilya wasn't the type to lie. She was a very honest person so she nodded and smiled. "That is where I have seen you," she told her.

She smiled at the words. "Da," she said, unintentionally throwing in a small bit of Russian. "My dyadya has seen it and he say it is good movie," she explained, not knowing the English word for uncle. "My.. mother's brother," she explained, looking for the right word. It was the only way to learn. Zilya would pick it up fast enough but for now, even her German was better than her English.

[tamara calisto parker]

tamara laughed at her comment. she wasn't always this clumsy but she doubted she needed to take a class for it. she figured she'd end up tripping over things in a few days."yeah, it would probably take me ages to get it down."she as she brushed her hair behind her ear."so you're a model?"she asked her curiously. it was no doubt that the tall girl had the figure for it. wasn't it what the model agencies were looking for? this is why she avoided the outside world. right now she didn't recognize anyone. it was like being back in school and trying to remember who your lab partner looked like. it was embarrassing to forget their name if they had gone to the trouble of remembering yours. she studied the girl a bit more but so far nothing stood out to her. she'd get it eventually."oh good, then maybe i'll see you later today. i have to go back in about two hours."tamara explained as she took a glance at her phone to check the time. the movie was around an hour and she made could change at work if she had too. heels and skirts and all the jazz was not her thing but she had to look professional of course that didn't mean she could wear pants. she was glad for the subject change, she didn't want to make the situation uncomfortable if the girl was a student at pinewood. she knew that some students were allowed to venture out. she wasn't going to make any assumptions at this point all the students wanted was to be treated like they are normal right..? tamara smiled as the girl spoke."you're uncle."she hadn't caught it but hopefully she didn't seem rude for supplying the word."oh sorry, im tamara parker. its nice to meet you."she said with a smile.

[zilya alexis raskolnikov]

Zilya smiled. This woman seemed friendly enough. Conversations had been hard for her to get into with the slight language barrier but it was to be able to have a casual conversation with someone and not have to be too self-conscious about saying the wrong thing and sounding silly.

The smile faltered for a second. "Was," she told her. "And then my father stopped everything," she explained, not going into detail about that one. She still missed her mother but she doubted this woman was after a family history. Things happened sometimes that were out of your control and Zilya was just trying to deal with it all.

Zilya nodded at that. She had to be back soon too. There was a curfew for the students. If you were back late they tended to stop you going out again for a while. They had very strict rules but so far Zilya saw nothing she couldn't live with. "You work there?" she asked.

"Yes! That one! Thank you," she said, smiling and mentally filing away that word. She would probably need to use it again in the future. He was the only family member that actually had her best interest at heart. He was a great guy and Zilya was glad to have him at least.

She smiled again at the name. Tamara Parker.. More words to remember but Zilya was getting there. She would work on it until she got better. "Zilya Raskolnikov," she told her. It was a long name but she didn't expect Tamara to remember it all.

[tamara calisto parker]

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maybe it was a bad idea to bring up that modeling comment. she had responded saying she used to work as a model. tamara simply nodded in response. she wondered why her father had stopped such a thing. she figured it was best not to ask more about the situation. tamara didn't want to make the girl anymore uncomfortable. at least they had a sort of connection. they both were in pinewood for the most part. tamara debated whether asking her if she needed a ride back. would it seem odd or overly friendly? maybe she already had a ride. they were getting along quite well and a ride was nothing more than just a ride. besides they were going to the same place. she was over thinking the situation as the girl asked her another questions. tamara nodded."yeah, im a new psychiatrist there."again not wanting to ask about her situation if it would make her feel uncomfortable. she smiled at her glad that she was glad tamara filled in the elusive word for her."well its nice to meet you zilya."she said as the people entering the theater was beginning to diminish."i think we better get in there before all the good seats are taken."tamara commented as she began walking again. at least she still had enough popcorn to munch through the movie.

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[zilya alexis raskolnikov]

Zilya had already assumed that the woman must work there. She had seen her around and it was in professional clothing so she had to work there.. Or be a delusional student who thought she worked there. The former seemed to make more sense.

"Oh," was all Zilya said to that for the moment. Psychiatrists were fine, she had absolutely no problems with them. Her own was really quite good but it was just that idea that you were suppose to talk to them and sometimes, if you weren't paying attention, you might end up saying too much.

Zilya smiled, making her way into the theater as well. The woman did seem nice enough and good conversations were rare so really it had gone quite well in her opinion

[tamara calisto parker]

tamara made her way towards the theater where the horror movie was going to play. she was glad she waited as the crowds of people was less and by that time they had made their way inside and found a seat. she could help but turn back to see if zilya was following her. tamara wouldn't mind if they sat together. they could talk about the movie. well maybe just sit there and talk about it after. tamara didn't really like talking during a movie. it made her lose bits and pieces if she was busy talking. apart from the fact that it was a bit rude. she didn't not want to be shushed, that sort of attention was rather embarrassing. she took a seat toward the back and the row she was sitting in was rather empty, there was only here and three other people huddled at the end. the movie had its ups and downs and tamara could honestly say that it was a rather good movie. she hated the ending. people jumping out when you least expected was something tamara was not a fan of. she had to admit she was startled by it but didn't scream but she didn't move back in her seat. she waited as people began to leave the theater and the credits were rolling. she wasn't going to risk getting pushed and shoved out of the way. people could be rude when they wanted to leave. its not like the theater was on fire or something.

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