#revolution.starter

there  table  before  her  is  filled  with  pages  and  pages  of  a  deconstructed  script.  usually  she  prepared for auditions  on  the  subway  or  in  the  privacy  of  her  room.  but  the  chaos  of  the  past  few  days  took  away  any  extra  time  she  needed  to  rehearse. and  the  audition  is  just  hours  away. brooklyn couldn't  be  further  from  prepared.  hunched  over  one  page  in  particular,  brook  mumbles  under  her  breath  as  she  read  the  lines  repeatedly  to  herself.  "hey  -  "  she  says,  flagging  down  the  person  that  nearly  zips  past  her  table.  "  do  you  know  anything  about  shakespeare?  i  mean  anything,  i'm  desperate.  "

open — @revolutionstart .

company  wide  events  had  its  downsides    —    forced  reunion  with  the  coworker  from  the  fifth  floor  who  always  leans  in  a  little  too  uncomfortably  close  when  he  speaks  to  you,  not  to  mention  having  to  hold  conversation  without  trailing  off  to  work  matters  with  people  you  barely  knew  outside  of  the  office.  but  it  equally  had  its  upsides,  namely  no  one  questioning  the  use  and  abuse  of  the  bottomless  mimosas  available  at  brunch.  hence  why  emre  found  himself  lifting  champagne  flute  to  his  lips,  emptying  what  must  have  been  his  third  if  not  fourth  glass.  he  considered  it  the  necessary  complement  to  the  task  he  had  assigned  himself,  namely  answering  the  pile  of  high  priority  work  emails  that  had  begun  to  stack  within  his  inbox.  after  all,  it  was  easy  to  give  into  his  workaholic  tendencies  if  it  gave  him  an  excuse  to  escape  the  aimless  small  talk.    “  oh,  you’ve  got  to  be  kidding  me,  ”    he  then  sighed  under  his  breath  at  the  sight  of  a  new  notification,  setting  down  the  empty  glass  as  brows  creased  into  their  characteristic  frown.

belongings  scatter  on  counter  she  finds  at  entrance  ,  faint  huff  passing  own  glossed  petals  ,  unaware  of  other’s  presence  in  dimly  lit  practice  room  .  hues  will  widen  at  mere  sight  ,  hands  raising  in  surrender  instinctively  so  ,  though  quick  motion  softens  in  recognition  of  familiar  features  .  ‘  sorry  for  interrupting  ,  i  didn’t  think  anyone  else  would  be  here  this  late  .  ’  in  midst  of  approaching  ,  roll  of  shoulders  will  still  frame  ,  now  few  steps  closer  to  newly  acquired  companion  .  ‘ see  ,  i’ve  been  struggling  with  this  one  song  all  day  and  it  just  —  care  to  give  me  a  hand  ?  if  you  aren’t  too  busy  ,  that  is  .  i won’t  keep  you  long  ,  i  promise  .  ’  /  @revolutionstart​

chocolate  hues  were  fixated  upon  the  pages  of  the  novel  that  laid  spread  across  her  lap,  all  while  legs  dangled  over  the  arm  rest  of  the  comfortable  chair  she  occupied  within  the  break  room  on  the  fourth  floor.  the  sound  of  footsteps  across  wooden  floors  announced  the  appearance  of  company,  but  her  first  response  was  to  raise  her  index  finger  in  their  direction    —   finger  hovering  in  mid  air  in  attempt  to  stall  their  business.    “  shhh,  ”    she  even  added,  the  moment  she  could  hear  the  first  tones  escaping  their  lips,    “  you’re  interrupting  the  best  part.  ”    free  hand  continued  tracing  the  sentences  on  the  page  with  the  pad  of  her  finger,  as  eyes  shot  back  and  forth  across  the  pages,  ending  with  a  deep  sigh  as  she  finished  the  page.    “  you  pierce  my  soul,  ”    she  began  quoting  from  the  pages  of  the  novel  persuasion,  voice  dripping  in  dreamy  tone,    “  i  am  half  agony,  half  hope.  i  have  loved  none  but  you.  ”    the  finished  quote  finally  marked  the  moment  rory  tilted  her  head  backwards,  gazing  over  upon  the  figure  standing  beside  her.    “  don’t  you  agree  there’s  just  something  indescribably  sexy  about  fictional  men  written  by  women?  yes  please,  write  me  love  letters,  devote  your  entire  life  to  me.  i’ll  be  gentle  with  your  heart.  ”    despite  the  quite  obvious  hint  of  exaggerated  sarcasm  in  her  tone,  none  of  those  words  were  far  from  the  honest  truth.

"  uhm,  hi  !    i  am  not  sure  how  to  say  this  without  it  coming  off  weird  but  do  you  perhaps  have  a  bit  of  time  ?  "  taking  a  second  to  think  about  it,  the  brunette  soon  realized  she  must  sound  like  she  wanted  to  recruit  the  other  to  a  weird  cult  or  something.  and  since  they  were  working  in  the  music  industry,  that  was  definitely  not  entirely  out  of  the  realm  of  possibilities  either.  not  what  she  was  trying  to  get  at  though.  "  i  promise  it's  nothing  weird.  it's  just...  i  was  wondering  if  you'd  be  willing  to  let  me  do  your  makeup  ?  "  that  was  certainly  a  better  start,  way  less  vaguely  threatening.  putting  on  a  bright  smile  she  gestured  towards  their  face.  "  i've  been  having  this  idea  for  a  really  cool  graphic  liner  i'd  like  to  try  and  i  think  you  really  have  the  eyes  for  it  !  "  plus,  it  was  better  finding  out  how  it  would  look  on  an  actual  person  now  than  when  she  was  showing  it  to  the  world  on  her  channel,  with  her  next  guest.  "  i  swear,  it  won't  take  too  long  and  you'll  look  amazing  afterwards  !  "