Robin smiled as she slipped easily into the persona of the young
actress. She found that she loved the energy around the place...and there was
nothing to remind of her old job, and her friends and teammates of the STN-
J. She had found that she had some talent in that direction...once she
overcame the limitations of her natural quietness.
She glanced around the room, and noticed that one of the girls was having problems lighting her candle that sat on the make-up room table. Palming her lighter (which she could never get to light anyhow), she called on a thread of her craft and started the spark without a thought.
Amon was wandering around the downtown area, trying to decide which of the bars looked to be the grungiest, and which he could get the most information out of the inhabitants, when he felt the slightest surge of fire-craft across town. In seconds, he was back in the rental car and entering the area of town that was at one time an air force base, now closed. He followed that bit of "intuition" he'd always had where witches were concerned, and found himself outside of a small theater that advertised the opening night of "Flowers for Algernon". He bought a ticket, and found a seat towards the middle of the auditorium. There didn't seem to be any problems from the witch yet.
The lights darkened. In a few scenes, Charlie had been "operationed on", and had returned to the bakery. Amon found himself bored, until one clear voice cut back from the backstage area.
"Frank? Frank! What did you do to my éclairs, Frank?" The blonde came out, carrying a box, her hair caught under one of those ridiculous baker's hats, but her piercing green eyes struck straight to his core from where he sat. Those eyes, that voice...Robin was alive?
Breathles, he watched the rest of the scene, and the two others with the baker "Jo". A few scenes later, she silently reappeared looking like any other denim wearing teenager during the concert. He missed most of the rest of the show until intermission, his mind blank in shock. How could she be alive, much less this vibrant, believable actress? And why wasn't she in some large theater company where this talent could show, not in this tiny auditorium. As soon as the lights came back up, he grabbed for the program and scanned it. She would reappear in one scene in the second act. For some reason, his heart contracted painfully as he thought of the sight of her on that stage...
He was numb, his mind working feverishly, but again all mental activity stopped when she reappeared. Her hair was loosely curled and hung around her face, and the light green gown she wore enhanced her eyes. She was beautiful.
After the show, he was glued to the seat as he contemplated what he had just seen. Robin was the craft user, and didn't know that the STN-J could track her even here. She spoke flawless English, and, to be quite honest with himself, she was the most attractive woman he had ever seen. He could hear the cast in the hall, greeting those who had come to see the show. He stayed still until the noise receded and he could tell the actors had left for their dressing rooms. He rose and slipped out, waiting for her in the parking lot. When Robin appeared and slipped into her car, he followed at a discreet distance...
She glanced around the room, and noticed that one of the girls was having problems lighting her candle that sat on the make-up room table. Palming her lighter (which she could never get to light anyhow), she called on a thread of her craft and started the spark without a thought.
Amon was wandering around the downtown area, trying to decide which of the bars looked to be the grungiest, and which he could get the most information out of the inhabitants, when he felt the slightest surge of fire-craft across town. In seconds, he was back in the rental car and entering the area of town that was at one time an air force base, now closed. He followed that bit of "intuition" he'd always had where witches were concerned, and found himself outside of a small theater that advertised the opening night of "Flowers for Algernon". He bought a ticket, and found a seat towards the middle of the auditorium. There didn't seem to be any problems from the witch yet.
The lights darkened. In a few scenes, Charlie had been "operationed on", and had returned to the bakery. Amon found himself bored, until one clear voice cut back from the backstage area.
"Frank? Frank! What did you do to my éclairs, Frank?" The blonde came out, carrying a box, her hair caught under one of those ridiculous baker's hats, but her piercing green eyes struck straight to his core from where he sat. Those eyes, that voice...Robin was alive?
Breathles, he watched the rest of the scene, and the two others with the baker "Jo". A few scenes later, she silently reappeared looking like any other denim wearing teenager during the concert. He missed most of the rest of the show until intermission, his mind blank in shock. How could she be alive, much less this vibrant, believable actress? And why wasn't she in some large theater company where this talent could show, not in this tiny auditorium. As soon as the lights came back up, he grabbed for the program and scanned it. She would reappear in one scene in the second act. For some reason, his heart contracted painfully as he thought of the sight of her on that stage...
He was numb, his mind working feverishly, but again all mental activity stopped when she reappeared. Her hair was loosely curled and hung around her face, and the light green gown she wore enhanced her eyes. She was beautiful.
After the show, he was glued to the seat as he contemplated what he had just seen. Robin was the craft user, and didn't know that the STN-J could track her even here. She spoke flawless English, and, to be quite honest with himself, she was the most attractive woman he had ever seen. He could hear the cast in the hall, greeting those who had come to see the show. He stayed still until the noise receded and he could tell the actors had left for their dressing rooms. He rose and slipped out, waiting for her in the parking lot. When Robin appeared and slipped into her car, he followed at a discreet distance...