@sunlight-maiden || Plotted Starter
People weren’t wrong when they said that high school sucked. Far from it. Yet, somehow it wasn’t too bad for Rodrik. He knew it was lucky, knew he was extremely lucky in fact. He was a thespian, after all, always in the drama room and on stage. It was a surprise to him quite often that he didn’t get picked on.
But he also projected confidence nearly constantly, and he knew that he was charismatic as well as friendly. All of this led to being well liked, even if he on occasion did get in a fight or two. But even if he did get picked on for it, he wouldn’t have been able to resist being up on that stage. Rodrik had always loved every part of the theater, had always been artistically inclined. He wrote his first play at six, granted it was a pretty horrible Star Wars musical adaptation. His father loved to tease him about it and sing one of the songs (”I am your father” - yeah, it had been an obvious choice).
As drama practice finished up for the day, he stayed behind, lingering around as everyone trailed off and out of the room to go home. He hung back, watching them leave as he slowly gathered his things and laughed at passing comments. Glancing over his shoulder as the last person left through the back stage, he slowly walked backwards until he was back in the center of the stage and glanced around.
Rodd did this sometimes; stayed late to get extra practice in when there was some move he knew he’d have to do in a routine that looked particularly difficult. For the thespian that he was, he had a hard time doing challenging moves in front of others for the first time. He supposed that his confidence had to stop somewhere, and it might as well be at a point where he could easily fall on his ass and humiliate himself.
He had only just started it when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye; that distraction was all it took to send him slamming down on his back in a heap on the hard stage floor. Groaning, he rolled onto his stomach, propping himself up so he could look out into the rows of empty chairs. But it wasn’t totally empty. There was a girl in there, someone he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen before. “Hey,” he groaned. “Don’t suppose you blinked right then, huh?”
