Post by topez on Mar 22, 2006 6:18:45 GMT -5
Hello...well this is my first Cillian fic and i haven't a name for it but it's based on his "PLAYBOYS OF THE WESTERN WORLD" days..i don't know if i'll continue it or anything but your replys may make me contiue it depending on how bad/good it is!
well enjoy!
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ACT 1: A windy meeting
The brisk wind that cleared the street towards the theatre of the last, autumn leaves was enough to make Theodora wish she'd just stayed home. Wet leaves sticking to her ankles as she wades through the mess of dark red and towards her destination.
And train station’s that spitted out passengers weren’t that brilliant either! People had a tendency of walking into you without a care of a "sorry" or apologetic glance back. It was 8pm and people had presents to shop for and homes to go to.
The traffic lights changed from green to yellow as she stepped off the curb, pulling her scratchy wool sweater closer. As she crossed the road, she had that feeling that everyone was looking at her. The tourists where to busy making there way to their attractions to look at her. But yet she felt the hairs on her neck almost stand, all she could do was swallow the large lump in her throat and fasten her pace.
But the attention of those who where regulars in the area was always there, as if a shadow that loomed over her. The tall , prettily thin English roses whose stares that followed her cold progress... Wonder or pity. Which was worse? Pity.
If it wasn't for the fact that Christmas was looming closer and the money was needed, Theodora wouldn't have turned up for work. Her delicate sewing brought in little enough pay from the craft store on the corner, and used up most of her days but her assistance in the costume department in the theatre was what paid for her humble living expenses....
A particularly strong gust of wind caught her hair, and she jumped blindly the few remaining feet, to be brought up short.
Something warm, incredibly solid was right in front of her with a smell of warm coffee and a faint smell of cigarettes with a blend of cologne to go with it.
Theodora blushed with embarrassment. As he helps her balanced with a strong hand on her elbow.
“ I…am. So…sorry…I should’ve-”
He sees her stutter for a apology as she stands up straight.
"That's alright. This wind is pretty bad." He says as a faint blush starts creeping to her face. Her face is familiar…not a week ago he had seen her ironing the costumes alone downstairs in the basement of the theatre.
The tall handsome young man started to move away, then hesitated, his eyes piercing into her skull.
"You going far?" he asked as he noticed her going the direction he had just come from. He wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t look so fragile and lost…her face was in thought when she walked into him. Plus it was dark and the street lights weren’t that brilliant.
Theodora felt incredibly stupid, standing in her old thin sweater and jeans with a large scarf to cover her neck from the frosty cold day. Plus it was nearly pitch black now and god knows what type of men walked the streets, taking advantage of the darkness to cloak their true intentions….but her mind was running away with her yet again. It must be below freezing and here she was talking to a complete stranger….but who’s face seemed familiar. Her memory ebbing to connect the face with a name.
She shrugged, pushing aside her long wild mane of locks out of her eyes.
"just over there." She mumbles feeling his intense eyes on her, as she points a small delicate finger at the large brick building a short distance off.
Why on earth was am I answering his questions??! she thought to herself as his eyes bore down into her skull. He’s expression showing thoughts that where kept hidden to her by his lips.
The young man only smiled. "I love your accent." he mutters as they walk, she slightly feels herself stiffen, why was he following her but, she can’t help but his jaw bone as he smiles at her. Polite rather then predatorily.
Theodora unconsciously began to relax. "I‘m….well…I grew
up in Spain…"
He only smiled again, and Theodora felt herself blushing, this time with pleasure. He was so tall, wearing a long grey coat, with an attractive, open face and the most wonderful eyes...blue as the diamond in Titanic or was that green? She muses in her mind, her teeth gently clattering together.
Most of all, his quiet-spoken concern was kind, but respectful, without any traces of pity. The way the little few words he spoke seemed private and kind….and how the words came out so cleanly and brilliantly out of those lips…she looks away hoping that she wasn’t so obvious.
"I‘m Cillian and you are?" He held out his hand, slowly, being careful not to alarm her as a sly grin spread on his face and tuffs of his hair billowed in the wind. She had never seen hair like it before, so care free and wild.
"Theodora Manning…Theo "she mutters as she takes his hand ,smooth and strong, cautiously. The street was beginning to fill with shoppers and theatre goers, and she had to hurry or she was going to be late. He was looking down at her, face amused at her awkwardness and in interest, she holds herself so stiffly
"What do you do on set ,Miss Manning?” he asked her as they stood in a sea of busy people and a few teenagers, well 30 or so who seemed to be on there way home, seemed to be interested in the exchange of words between the two. As they gawp at the two walking pat them.
Cillian pronounced her surname with the exact accent she'd given it, struggling a little over the ending with his accent giving her name no -ing on the end.
Is this why he’s was talking to me? Because he knows me from work she thought to herself feeling embarrassed at not knowing him back.. How can I forget someone so…- stop-just stop Theo and answer you babbling fool! Theo found herself laughing at him or herself she didn‘t really know…"I‘m a Costume assistant"
"Really? I thought I knew you from somewhere…." He said smiling lazily at her and adding whispering leaning into her as he said in a funny voice “I don’t really talk to random strangers…well…not normally…well-only the ones I stalk!”
This had made her laugh, she didn’t know why…she didn’t need a reason really as she felt she hadn’t smiled for months…her cheeks felt unused and the muscles weary with a nice ache.
He was still holding her hand as they walked shaking it making her give a small chuckle as she shakes it back as she feels his hand tightened a little on hers, his fingers were warm and firm, and then he let her hand go and walking at her pace towards the large building she had pointed to.
“ so…who…I mean what do you do?” she asked feeling embarrassed at her bad start of conversation.
“I…err…I’m in the play” he said a little twitch playing on his lips as a group of women walk past giggling at the handsome creature that was walking along side her. They we’re all so beautiful in there little dainty suits and perfectly matching accessories, here she was feeling as if a tornado had hit her full blast.
She walks in a fast pace and he keeps up with ease. She can’t help the words whirling in her mind. Like he even cared….it was a mistake, that he was walking besides her…he wasn’t even interested. Was he…no course not! A handsome man like his had the pick of the crop….
A gear click in her head and the name makes a connection to her as they walked past the posters.
..no, wonder I knew him from somewhere! I’ve been working here for 4 days and I hadn’t even bothered to look properly at the posters…I must seem either blind or incredibly…dumb!
Cillian just watched her intently waiting for her reaction, watching her sideways so she wouldn’t spot him. Her face showed a faint look of irritation and confusion as she walked looking at her feet as they walk towards the entrance.
Her ¾ length jeans have a splatter of paint and her hair is wild…he notes as she looks in heavy thought.
She had not been like the other women who giggled or had asked a thousand or so questions about his private life, she had just accepted it and was silent…he wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relived at this.
She didn’t even look at him as she looked at the poster a few moment gone ago.
She seemed disconnected from her surroundings as if her mind was somewhere else. He had probably scared her…he really had to stop talking to people he didn’t know.
Theo had been surprised to know he was a actor…his posture and the way he held himself hadn’t given her a faint indication. But the way he’s hands where tucked into his pockets indicated to her that he wasn’t as confident as she thought an actor would be…just yesterday she had walked straight into the other lead… he had leered at her and held himself in such a manner she just hated…but here was his fellow actor who looked lost as she felt and he seemed at ease with who he was and what he was doing…he knew his direction.
She watched as a few people where at the backdoor holding it open.
Theo sighed as they reached the door. Her head reeled with thought and the coldness that numbed her whole being. The large heavy frames security man held the door for Cillian but lets go as soon as he went in.
Cillian held the door as she went inside. As the security and attendants bustled inside rushing around for the afternoon showing, they stood frozen in time looking at one and other. Each waiting for the other to break the silence that was building up.
“Theo!” a shrill voice had called to her. It was her boss….tapping her foot holding a shirt in her hands.
“I…. Well…I really have to go” she had managed to say….not looking at him anymore as a faint rosy colour spread on her face.
Is she blushing or is it the warmth that’s in here? he thought to himself as he looked down at her petit frame. Watching as she folds her hands protectively over her chest.
“Well…I‘ll be seeing you” he said as she walked off towards the stern looking woman, leaving him with only a image of her retreating back….
well enjoy!
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ACT 1: A windy meeting
The brisk wind that cleared the street towards the theatre of the last, autumn leaves was enough to make Theodora wish she'd just stayed home. Wet leaves sticking to her ankles as she wades through the mess of dark red and towards her destination.
And train station’s that spitted out passengers weren’t that brilliant either! People had a tendency of walking into you without a care of a "sorry" or apologetic glance back. It was 8pm and people had presents to shop for and homes to go to.
The traffic lights changed from green to yellow as she stepped off the curb, pulling her scratchy wool sweater closer. As she crossed the road, she had that feeling that everyone was looking at her. The tourists where to busy making there way to their attractions to look at her. But yet she felt the hairs on her neck almost stand, all she could do was swallow the large lump in her throat and fasten her pace.
But the attention of those who where regulars in the area was always there, as if a shadow that loomed over her. The tall , prettily thin English roses whose stares that followed her cold progress... Wonder or pity. Which was worse? Pity.
If it wasn't for the fact that Christmas was looming closer and the money was needed, Theodora wouldn't have turned up for work. Her delicate sewing brought in little enough pay from the craft store on the corner, and used up most of her days but her assistance in the costume department in the theatre was what paid for her humble living expenses....
A particularly strong gust of wind caught her hair, and she jumped blindly the few remaining feet, to be brought up short.
Something warm, incredibly solid was right in front of her with a smell of warm coffee and a faint smell of cigarettes with a blend of cologne to go with it.
Theodora blushed with embarrassment. As he helps her balanced with a strong hand on her elbow.
“ I…am. So…sorry…I should’ve-”
He sees her stutter for a apology as she stands up straight.
"That's alright. This wind is pretty bad." He says as a faint blush starts creeping to her face. Her face is familiar…not a week ago he had seen her ironing the costumes alone downstairs in the basement of the theatre.
The tall handsome young man started to move away, then hesitated, his eyes piercing into her skull.
"You going far?" he asked as he noticed her going the direction he had just come from. He wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t look so fragile and lost…her face was in thought when she walked into him. Plus it was dark and the street lights weren’t that brilliant.
Theodora felt incredibly stupid, standing in her old thin sweater and jeans with a large scarf to cover her neck from the frosty cold day. Plus it was nearly pitch black now and god knows what type of men walked the streets, taking advantage of the darkness to cloak their true intentions….but her mind was running away with her yet again. It must be below freezing and here she was talking to a complete stranger….but who’s face seemed familiar. Her memory ebbing to connect the face with a name.
She shrugged, pushing aside her long wild mane of locks out of her eyes.
"just over there." She mumbles feeling his intense eyes on her, as she points a small delicate finger at the large brick building a short distance off.
Why on earth was am I answering his questions??! she thought to herself as his eyes bore down into her skull. He’s expression showing thoughts that where kept hidden to her by his lips.
The young man only smiled. "I love your accent." he mutters as they walk, she slightly feels herself stiffen, why was he following her but, she can’t help but his jaw bone as he smiles at her. Polite rather then predatorily.
Theodora unconsciously began to relax. "I‘m….well…I grew
up in Spain…"
He only smiled again, and Theodora felt herself blushing, this time with pleasure. He was so tall, wearing a long grey coat, with an attractive, open face and the most wonderful eyes...blue as the diamond in Titanic or was that green? She muses in her mind, her teeth gently clattering together.
Most of all, his quiet-spoken concern was kind, but respectful, without any traces of pity. The way the little few words he spoke seemed private and kind….and how the words came out so cleanly and brilliantly out of those lips…she looks away hoping that she wasn’t so obvious.
"I‘m Cillian and you are?" He held out his hand, slowly, being careful not to alarm her as a sly grin spread on his face and tuffs of his hair billowed in the wind. She had never seen hair like it before, so care free and wild.
"Theodora Manning…Theo "she mutters as she takes his hand ,smooth and strong, cautiously. The street was beginning to fill with shoppers and theatre goers, and she had to hurry or she was going to be late. He was looking down at her, face amused at her awkwardness and in interest, she holds herself so stiffly
"What do you do on set ,Miss Manning?” he asked her as they stood in a sea of busy people and a few teenagers, well 30 or so who seemed to be on there way home, seemed to be interested in the exchange of words between the two. As they gawp at the two walking pat them.
Cillian pronounced her surname with the exact accent she'd given it, struggling a little over the ending with his accent giving her name no -ing on the end.
Is this why he’s was talking to me? Because he knows me from work she thought to herself feeling embarrassed at not knowing him back.. How can I forget someone so…- stop-just stop Theo and answer you babbling fool! Theo found herself laughing at him or herself she didn‘t really know…"I‘m a Costume assistant"
"Really? I thought I knew you from somewhere…." He said smiling lazily at her and adding whispering leaning into her as he said in a funny voice “I don’t really talk to random strangers…well…not normally…well-only the ones I stalk!”
This had made her laugh, she didn’t know why…she didn’t need a reason really as she felt she hadn’t smiled for months…her cheeks felt unused and the muscles weary with a nice ache.
He was still holding her hand as they walked shaking it making her give a small chuckle as she shakes it back as she feels his hand tightened a little on hers, his fingers were warm and firm, and then he let her hand go and walking at her pace towards the large building she had pointed to.
“ so…who…I mean what do you do?” she asked feeling embarrassed at her bad start of conversation.
“I…err…I’m in the play” he said a little twitch playing on his lips as a group of women walk past giggling at the handsome creature that was walking along side her. They we’re all so beautiful in there little dainty suits and perfectly matching accessories, here she was feeling as if a tornado had hit her full blast.
She walks in a fast pace and he keeps up with ease. She can’t help the words whirling in her mind. Like he even cared….it was a mistake, that he was walking besides her…he wasn’t even interested. Was he…no course not! A handsome man like his had the pick of the crop….
A gear click in her head and the name makes a connection to her as they walked past the posters.
..no, wonder I knew him from somewhere! I’ve been working here for 4 days and I hadn’t even bothered to look properly at the posters…I must seem either blind or incredibly…dumb!
Cillian just watched her intently waiting for her reaction, watching her sideways so she wouldn’t spot him. Her face showed a faint look of irritation and confusion as she walked looking at her feet as they walk towards the entrance.
Her ¾ length jeans have a splatter of paint and her hair is wild…he notes as she looks in heavy thought.
She had not been like the other women who giggled or had asked a thousand or so questions about his private life, she had just accepted it and was silent…he wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relived at this.
She didn’t even look at him as she looked at the poster a few moment gone ago.
She seemed disconnected from her surroundings as if her mind was somewhere else. He had probably scared her…he really had to stop talking to people he didn’t know.
Theo had been surprised to know he was a actor…his posture and the way he held himself hadn’t given her a faint indication. But the way he’s hands where tucked into his pockets indicated to her that he wasn’t as confident as she thought an actor would be…just yesterday she had walked straight into the other lead… he had leered at her and held himself in such a manner she just hated…but here was his fellow actor who looked lost as she felt and he seemed at ease with who he was and what he was doing…he knew his direction.
She watched as a few people where at the backdoor holding it open.
Theo sighed as they reached the door. Her head reeled with thought and the coldness that numbed her whole being. The large heavy frames security man held the door for Cillian but lets go as soon as he went in.
Cillian held the door as she went inside. As the security and attendants bustled inside rushing around for the afternoon showing, they stood frozen in time looking at one and other. Each waiting for the other to break the silence that was building up.
“Theo!” a shrill voice had called to her. It was her boss….tapping her foot holding a shirt in her hands.
“I…. Well…I really have to go” she had managed to say….not looking at him anymore as a faint rosy colour spread on her face.
Is she blushing or is it the warmth that’s in here? he thought to himself as he looked down at her petit frame. Watching as she folds her hands protectively over her chest.
“Well…I‘ll be seeing you” he said as she walked off towards the stern looking woman, leaving him with only a image of her retreating back….
Let me just say, I love her name -- where I come from they call anyone named Theodore, 'Teddy,' for short -- how cute would that be if Cillian called her 'Teddy,' at some point in your story -- LOL. ...Hey, there's a title, 'Cillian's 'Teddy' Bear. Hahaha. LMAO Just kidding...sort of. Er...'Dress Rehearsal,' or 'Act 1: Falling....then Act 2: Love, Act 3: Promises...and so on and so forth...like 'Acts' in a dramatic play, ya know...just some suggestions....don't feel obligated, as I'm sure you can come up with something good or better..... 
