Causing trouble in Broadway//{Tuesday&Thursday}

[dormouse]

The show will be beginning now...

Darcy took a long yawn and settled comfortably in her seat, staring up at the large stage in The Gershwin Theatre. What was the show she would be seeing again? Oh yes. That one about the Wizard of Oz, the one about the Wicked Witch of the West. She'd never seen it before, but she was happy her seat was smack dab in the middle of the theatre. She absolutely hated when she got a bad seat. It was so frustrating and once she got so impatient she left (it wasn't worth the ninety bucks, trust me). But this year would be different. She WOULD sit through a whole Broadway show without falling asleep, leaving, or asking to be escorted out (long story).

The show started with the introduction. Darcy tried to be interested, but plays lacked the energy she liked seeing. She'd rather read a book about Industrial Revolutions than watch an Act of this play. Yet Darcy felt if she watched the whole darn thing it would prove she could focus on things, so she tried to copy what the people next to her did; sit still and enjoy the show.

It was impossibly hard.

Darcy tried to focus on the epic effects going on during the show. They were complicated and intriguing, but Glinda the Good Witch singing did not interest her in the least. Neither did the munchkins who cheered for the death of the Witch. Big hoot... However, maybe if Elphaba was born with a disability (other than her green skin, of course) the story would be more interesting... Yes, and maybe the munchkins were all cheering because Glinda forced them to with her mind or something.

As Darcy thought of different possibilities, she noticed a couple in front of her were whispering to each other. They obviously didn't know what was going on, because after each line they would nudge the other and ask what what the hell just happened. Darcy absolutely DESPISED people who interrupted things. she huffed irritably and leaned down.

"Would you PLEASE keep it down? Some of the people here paid for tickets to enjoy a show, yeah?" She hadn't, but what did that matter?

Apparently her British accent didn't work the charm, because the two glared daggers at her and then continued talking. Darcy had a sudden urge to whack them in the head and her hand hovered over them for a minute with her rolled up guide before hitting them. It was a light hit, really. Nothing serious. But both of them turned over, eyes narrowed, and got up, walking out of the theatre.

Uh oh. Darcy knew what was happening next. She cursed to herself quietly, unsure what to do. Get the heck out of there, or pretend to be innocent?

It was a difficult choice.

- tag : Tuesday and Thursday Davenport
- notes : In case you didn't figure it out, Darcy's watching Wicked. I've been lucky enough to see it once before and it's ahMAZZZing.
- words : 475
- outfit : Fancy pearls n stuff.
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

Broadway musicals. Tuesday Davenport was sitting in a theater. A theater that happened to house a Broadway musicals.

There were several things wrong with this picture. First of all, Tuesday did not go to Broadway musicals. Secondly, Tuesday did not go to Broadway musicals. And finally, uh, Tuesday did not go to Broadway musicals. So what even was going on here?

Of course, it was all his stupid brother’s fault. Thursday and his weird affinity thing for Broadway musicals had probably almost gotten them killed two weekends ago, when the security guard had chased them all around that Alison Wonderland theater thing with what Tuesday had told everyone at school was an AK-47, because it totally had been. Like, Tuesday had only gotten a small glimpse before he’d had to duck behind a stage door, but like, come on. That piston thing had been identical to the one on those things that Tom Hanks had run around with in that one movie with the beach and the sand dunes and the flags.

But sneaking into this theater had been one of their easier jobs, at least he thought so. The security camera had been a cinch, and that stage door’s security guard had been so passive that Tuesday was pretty sure a full-out carnival caravan bedecked with neon lights and obnoxiously loud music could have slipped past without the idiot’s batting an eyelash.

And now they were here, sitting in this weird, giant space, with weird theater-people talking loudly about like, theater-y things all around them. This was totally not Tuesday’s element here. Couldn’t they just, like-

His eye caught on a girl sitting a few seats away. Blonde, tired-looking, with a snazzy blue dress and what looked like pearls dangling from like, every part of her body. But there was something…cool about her. Not cool, like, cool jock cool, but just like…something about her that Tuesday liked. Maybe it was the badass tone with which she totally dissed the people in front of her. Tuesday felt a prickling in the back of his neck as he watched her face heat up. He could use this girl. He could totally use her.

He nudged his brother beside him, grinning and cocking his head slightly to the side. ”Yo, check out this girl.” He nodded vehemently. ”I’m telling you, bro, Wikipedia told me about so much cool shit in this theater last night. And this is like, prime material right here. Whadaya think? Wanna split?”

[/b] The show hadn’t even started yet, and already he was going to go insane if he had to sit still for another minute.

Talk talk talk talk[/b]
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WORDS: 437
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[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

Okay, okay, so Thursday kind of did have a thing for musicals.

It wasn’t, like, a gay thing. Because Thursday totally wasn’t gay. Not that he had a problem with gay people, they were totally cool and had a completely righteous fashion sense sometimes, he just wasn’t gay. Or, he was pretty sure. Did liking musicals make him gay? No way. It totally didn’t.

Anyway, it wasn’t a gay thing, and it wasn’t an acting or singing thing, either. Thursday could act, but only in the criminal con-artist sort of way. Put him in a stage under a bunch of lights in stupid costumes and make-up, and he was sure to be a flop. He couldn’t sing, either, not for shit. So it wasn’t that.

It was, like...he didn’t know. Musicals were just cool. Maybe it was the rhyming. He liked rhymes. And stories. And watching people make fools of themselves, which was sometimes the only reason he watched musicals. And Disney movies. Whoa, whoa, whoa, he did NOT watch Disney movies. That was for babies and girls, and he was neither a baby nor a girl. Therefore, he totally did not watch Disney movies. EVER.

So, whatever, he’d actually managed to get into this theater, and he was actually going to see Wicked, and even if his brother didn’t give two shits about musicals, this was still gonna be off the chain. He and Tuesday could just sit back here with their feet on the chairs behind them and make snide comments about the acting while Thursday secretly enjoyed himself. He was happy that Tuesday had sucked it up and gone with him, even though he had no idea how he had actually managed to convince his brother to come along with him. Something about fun. Or pranks. Or fun pranks. Or maybe television. Wait, wait, wait, that wasn’t right. Umbrellas? No. Well, whatever.

Anyway, the show was starting and Thursday was completely engrossed in the action.

Then he felt a nudge in his ribs. He glanced at his brother, raising his eyebrows as if questioning what could possibly be more important right now than Elphaba, Glinda, and those adorable frickin’ Munchkins.

”Yo, check out this girl.”

“What girl, bro? Can’t this wait?” Thursday asked, a slight pout coming to his lips.

”I’m telling you, bro, Wikipedia told me about so much cool shit in this theater last night. And this is like, prime material right here. Whadaya think? Wanna split?”

Thursday began to consider his options very carefully. He had been wreaking havoc with his brother since the day the both of them were born, practically. And he could always, like. Listen to these songs on YouTube or whatever. Something like that. Right?

Still, what if this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? What if their shenanigans got them banned from the theater?

Nah. They wouldn’t be caught. They were rarely ever caught.

“Aiight,” he said with a shrug. “But make it quick. I’ll be damned if I miss the end of this show.”

[dormouse]

This was total shit. Darcy had been in the theater for literally five minutes and already guaranteed herself a warning/ban from the place for hitting somebody because of their whispering. I mean, they had it coming! Surely if she hadn't been there somebody else would have done it. It put them in the right place, and there was the satisfaction that Darcy got. But she really didn't need anymore ruckus in a Broadway theater. Last time she 'disturbed' the audience she was let off with a warning... the other time they gave her a last chance. But as baseball goes, three strikes and you're out.

As Darcy observed Elphaba's green skin with curiosity, she slumped back into her seat. She would have some time, right? Those snooty people seemed like they would exaggerate the story. And exaggeration takes time. Five minutes and she'd be out... but the play was actually amusing her. The one play you're interested in and you hit somebody's head, she thought angrily to herself. That frigging Galinda was just SO funny, and she couldn't miss finding out what would happen.

"To hell with Phantom of the Opera," She muttered to herself unconsciously, watching Galinda flip her hair obnoxiously. This was some good stuff. Real substantial.

When the play started settling down and become boring again, Darcy observed the audience, curious of the theater crowd. Most were old people with glasses wearing froufrou dresses, trying to show off their non-existent bods. Others were those loud Opera listeners who watched intensely. Some were rich, rich parents trying to actually teach their children something. Although maybe they just couldn't find a babysitter and took the kids along. That was harsh; Darcy could vaguely remember falling asleep during plays when she was younger.

Her eyes caught onto two almost identical guys, somewhere around seventeen years old. They looked even more out of place than Darcy; emo looking hair, being in high school, the whole shebang. She raised an eyebrow, wondering why they would be here when they could be spray painting a parked bus or something. She then noticed one of them observing her. Was he thinking about her obvious sleepiness? Out-of-placeness? Or natural weirdness? Eh, don't worry about it, she told herself.

Suddenly Darcy noticed the couple coming back through the doors. Oh God. Not now... She tried to subtly stand up and snake her way through the seats. She soon saw some Broadway guard walking behind them, although she didn't worry too much since he looked like a complete idiot. Who'd give that guy this kind of job anyway? No, she was worried about the boyfriend and girlfriend. They looked pretty angry and could probably beat her to the pulp. Save her life or watch a Broadway show? She weighed her options internally for about two seconds before tripping over a person's foot.

Smooth, Darcy. Real smooth.

- tag : Tuesday and Thursday Davenport
- notes : This is fun. xD
- words : 480
- outfit : Fancy pearls n stuff.
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

What even was going on right now? The entire room of like, 89 million people inclined their heads towards the stage, eyes wide as if there were like, some really hot model up there, and everyone in the audience was a guy. Or something like that. In any case, you'd think there was some really awesome thing going on up there, the way everyone around him was gawking their eyes out.

Except that there totally wasn't. Literally, all that was happening was that some blonde girl was like, flipping her hair at some weird guy with a hat. Oh, and someone was standing in a bubble. So wait, seriously? Thursday had dragged him to some remake of High School Musical? This was totally not exciting at all. Was he the only sand person in this room? Because seriously, he was going to go insane if he didn't get out of this seat.

He checked his watch, hoping that...wait, had they really only been watching this for five minutes? And this thing was, what, four hours long? Okay, something needed to happen, and Tuesday was going to make it happen if no one else would.

What girl, bro?"

Tuesday scanned the theater. He'd literally just seen...oh, there. He nodded in her direction, hoping Thursday could use like, twin sense to figure it out, because he always felt creepy pointing at people. "Also, she's the only person our age I can see. And I..."

[/b] Well, he wasn't even sure. How was he supposed to tell Thursday what he was really thinking? That he'd been feeling more and more nervous since the whole, uh, thing, when it was just the two of them? That he'd slip again, say something else to push his brother over the edge?

Jeez, he'd been morbid lately. He needed to fuck some shit up, right now.

"Aiight. But make it quick. I'll be damned if I miss the end of this show."

"Word, hombre." [/b]Tuesday reached into his pocket, extricating a black bandana and tossing it to him. "Be right back." [/b]

He darted through the seats, fastening his own bandana as he did so. His eye caught the glint of blonde, and he hurried over, pulling himself into the seat beside her. This was going to-wait, where'd she gone?

He spotted it again, quickly jumping from his seat and darting towards the rear of the theater. Was she running from him? Well, that totally wasnt- and then she fell down.

Tuesday hurried over, stretching out a hand. "Hurry, quick, get up, don't draw attention to yourself."[/b] He glanced around him: everyone was still engrossed inthe stage, where some fat lady was screaming about rooms or something. "Hey, what's up? No time for explanations, come with me."[/b] He peered towards his brother's seat, catching his eye and cocking his head. "Right this way,"[/b] he whispered to the girl, exiting the theater briskly.
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^{TAGGED: Darcy and Thursday
WORDS: 485
STATUS: FIN
NOTES: Guhhh
LYRICS: Spin-We the Kings
LISTENING TO: Nuuuhhhh
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[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

This was amazing.

This was totally the single greatest damn moment of his life because shit, man, he just goddamn loved a good musical. And this was far more than a good musical – this was the GREAT musical. Or...a great musical. One great musical? What would be the proper article to use there? Blah, whatever, grammar, who needed it.

”Also, she's the only person our age I can see. And I..."

As annoyed as Thursday was that his brother was interrupting this glorious performance for him (although not extraordinarily annoyed, it was hard to get too annoyed at his other half), the fact that Tuesday didn’t finish his thought was a bit disconcerting. It seemed like he’d been doing that a lot lately, and Thursday wasn’t sure why. Was he afraid he was going to go all judgment mode on him? Yeah, as if. He was done with drama for a long time now, and besides, he was still on a happy high from being close to Tuesday again.

"Word, hombre. Be right back."

Thursday caught the black bandana that was tossed to him, pausing before tying it traditionally around his neck. He followed Tuesday with his eyes through the crowd, not entirely sure whether or not to follow him.

He’d taken a seat beside the girl he seemed so interested in, but now the girl was gone again and—wha—now she was falling down. What sort of clumsy idiot was this chick? Certainly someone that couldn’t be worthy of Thursday’s attention when there was this fantastically riveting musical unfolding before him.

Musical theater. It was like. The theater of the gods.

Still, he kept glancing towards his brother until he caught Tuesday’s eye. His twin jerked his head towards the exit, and Thursday heaved a heavy sigh. Should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to get through this whole play without some sort of distraction. So be it. He’d just sneak in next time or something if Tuesday was this intent on getting him away from Wicked.

Anyway, his brother was way more important.

So, hopping from his seat, he slunk through the rows toward the theater exit, hurrying to catch up with his brother. ”Yo!” he called. ”What the hot peppers is going on here? I am missing a perfectly great musical number right now.”

[dormouse]

Darcy brushed off the dust on her dress. That cost her some three hundred fucking dollars! What a sad, sad day. As she started getting back together, she looked up and jerked back violently. One of those twins grinned in her face and held out his hand.

"Hurry, quick, get up, don't draw attention to yourself."

Darcy looked at him strangely. What did he expect her to say? This was such a perfect situation. A harasser putting out his hand to her, obviously going to abuse her or something. But... wait, that didn't make sense. She was older than him, surely he knew that. That would just be... wrong.

"Hey, what's up? No time for explanations, come with me."

She strained her neck to see the couple getting closer. Darcy weighed her options quickly... Possibly get kidnapped and/or abused by somebody younger than her, or get banned from Broadway? It was actually... an easy choice.

Darcy took his hand grudgingly and pulled herself up, following him as he sneaked through the theater and out the exit. He said something very gentlemen-y and Darcy grimaced. Exactly what one of those muggers would say. Actually, a mugger is also a type of crocodile... Darcy's thoughts wandered off for a minute before she realized the other twin had walked in, trying to catch up to them.

”What the hot peppers is going on here? I am missing a perfectly great musical number right now.”

"I should be asking the same thing," Darcy said, though it wasn't entirely true.

"Anyway, I'm being chased by two snooty lovebirds intent on revenge," She said. "I don't exactly have time for this." Darcy cocked a hip and raised an eyebrow, expecting a reply. Normally she'd be making a run for it, but these boys seemed strangely familiar. Odd, considering she was pretty sure she'd never seen him before in her life.

- tag : Tuesday and Thursday Davenport
- notes : This is fun. xD
- words : 480
- outfit : Fancy pearls n stuff.
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

Tuesday rummaged around in his pocket, pulling his phone. He and Tate had totally been planning on doing this in like, two weeks at the SATs, but whatever. They could come up with something else to do at the SATs. Or wait, what was the likelihood of there being kids at this theater who would also be taking the SATs in two weeks? Probably not that likely, he decided. So he could reuse this, because this occasion was just too perfect, too good to be true. Nobody had to know. Yeah. That was a thing.

”Yo!” he called. ”What the hot peppers is going on here? I am missing a perfectly great musical number right now.”

Tuesday chuckled. He felt like he and Tate had been perfecting this scheme for like, years. Even though it had like, totally only been a few days. But still. It felt like his baby, and he was mega proud of it. He fiddled with the keyboard on his phone, adjusting a few settings and bringing up a muted, and yet, assuming this kid hadn’t spent his entire life under an enormous rock, irritatingly familiar.

“We, my friend,” he replied, grinning and folding the screen forward, “are going to RickRoll this entire audience.” His grin widened: just saying the words made him proud, like that one time when he’d been in third grade and his teacher had displayed one of his drawings to the class. Yeah. That had totally been the best drawing ever. He nodded smugly. ”Trust me, man, it’s flawless.”

"Anyway, I'm being chased by two snooty lovebirds intent on revenge," She said. "I don't exactly have time for this."

”Snooty lovebirds. Genius.” He chuckled. And honestly, he totally didn’t know what on Earth had made him think that she had time for this. And normally, at this point, he’d nod in agreement and send her on her merry way. But again, there was that…thing. The fact that she felt weirdly, distantly familiar. Like…well, he couldn’t even think of a good analogy for this one that didn’t involve pedophiles. But he’d seen her shifting uncomfortably in his chair the same way he had.

And…well, he really wasn’t sure. But he needed a third person. And she…well, she felt right. Somehow. This was weird.

”So basically,” he began, cracking his knuckles and snapping his phone shut, ”for this foolproof plan to work we’ll need someone to make a distraction, someone to hook up the ‘RickRoller—“ here he held up his phone, stymieing giggles only with difficulty ”—to the projection system, and someone to keep watch. So, if you’d like to join us,” he nodded to the new girl “I’d be, uh, more than happy to, uh, accommodate you.”

“Questions? Comments? Concerns?”

[/color] He hoped there weren’t any, because he wanted to get this show on the road before intermission. It would be pretty awkward if they pulled off this whole thing and there was like, nobody there, right?
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^{TAGGED: Darcy and Thursday
WORDS: 501
STATUS: FIN
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[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

Thursday was really a very reasonable person, when you got right down to it.

...okay, so that wasn’t actually true, but he was still pretty reasonable, and that was saying something for a guy like him. Sure, maybe his sense of “reason” was a little warped, but that was just because most people were idiots and didn’t understand the kind of logic he worked. That was okay, of course; he didn’t really expect anyone to understand the way he thought, except Tuesday. And maybe Pig.

Hmmm...Pig. He wished she were here right now. But she probably wouldn’t want to watch the show, either, and then he’d be outnumbered three to one.

Watching his brother discuss with the older girl, he fell briefly silent. What was he to do in a situation like this? He wanted to watch the show – clearly, his brother did not, and neither did this girl on which he was so intent. For a moment, he was almost angry; why shouldn’t he be allowed to sit and do something he wanted for once? But then he remembered that he had made Tuesday come, and that this whole situation was probably his fault, and if he hadn’t asked Tuesday, Tuesday would probably be sitting in his dorm listening to music or out with his friends or something. And he probably wouldn’t miss Thursday that much.

It then occurred to Thursday that he was kind of a clingy bitch.

That thought stung him. It had been a while since something that violently self-deprecating had occurred to him – not since that day at the bridge had he allowed himself to think a thought like that. And that utterly scared him.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at his shoes, thinking hard. No. He wouldn’t let himself be difficult. He’d caused Tuesday enough pain already, and he was going to be a perfect brother, nay, THE perfect brother. He would give him his space and whatever he needed, he wouldn’t drag him out to stupid events like this, and he definitely wouldn’t stand in the way of a prank, ever, even if there was something else he wanted to do.

And he wouldn’t stand in the way of Tuesday and his friends, with one of which Tuesday surely compiled this prank, seeing as Thursday hadn’t heard the likes of it before.

The older twin forced himself to relax and look up at Tuesday, who was so excited about this practical joke. And, to be honest, it was a really, really good one. He’d be happy to participate in it, anyway.

“Alright,” he said, letting a smile cross his face. “What do you need from me?”

[dormouse]

Darcy had reasonable experience in pranking, like that time in third grade when she toilet papered her neighbor's house (never mind that they called the police). The act fell apart in high school, when she actually started worrying about permanent records and such. So it really only went to a certain extent. Darcy didn't actually favor the hobby all too much. Consequences could be harsh, and she really couldn't afford another grade drop.

This was an altogether different situation. Two strangers walked her out of a Broadway show. Subjects then decided to give her a detailed account on a prank they were planning.

At least, he was planning. As Darcy observed the other boy, close behind him, she noticed he wasn't as... optimistic. A pained expression crossed his face for a few seconds as he looked at his shoes, but the other didn't notice.

Strange.

"So, if you’d like to join us,” he nodded to the new girl “I’d be, uh, more than happy to, uh, accommodate you.”

Darcy snickered beneath her breath. Accommodate? What, like they were partners in crime or something? It was silly sounding. And she really wasn't in the mood for a prank. Then again, two people were out for revenge on her in the theater. She had nothing better to do; she wanted her own revenge; and most importantly, these two would probably mug her if she didn't agree. Okay, maybe that was a little exaggeration. But still, she was keeping her eyes open.

"Fine." She tried to sound like she didn't care. "I'm only helping because I'll probably be banned from the theater anyway. No reason not to have a little fun." She raised her eyebrows at his phone, wondering exactly what he had in mind.

"But what I'm going to do is irrelevant before you tell me what you're going to do with the cell." If it was an illegal machine controlling a bomb, Darcy would be out of there. She had been associated in situations that bypassed the law before... and she did not want to deal with something like that ever again.

She made her way towards the boy and waited for an explanation. It better be quick, she thought. Those two were probably still looking for her.

- tag : Tuesday and Thursday Davenport
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- outfit : Fancy pearls n stuff.
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!