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Neutral Negative: Working in the rich asshole's theater
This memory takes place outside a gigantic theater. Iris is a teenager dressed in rather casual clothes, with a jacket bearing the logo of a theater company on the back. Seeing the theater, and the very obviously wealthy patrons filing in through the front door, is enough to stir up angry feelings in Iris, but she starts walking around back, stewing in her negativity and focusing it into anger at the theater patrons as she goes. She doesn't like this, but she has to get her legal money from somewhere.
The lead technician hands her a headset and sends her to her position. She reviews the script in her head as she goes, entering the building through the back and quickly taking her position up in the rafters above the stage. A play begins- A stupid fare about some pampered prince who has to avenge the murder of his father- and Iris follows it closely, listening into her headset, and waiting for her cues. With her magic, it was easy- A spotlight on the lead actor during his soliloquy, the dramatic mood lighting in the angsty sunset. Furthermore, she isn't the only one- Two others with light magic were working too. Iris doesn't really know either of them, but they work together well for the tricks of magic the stage lighting can't do.
During the gaps when she's not doing anything, she watches the audience from her invisible vantage point, scanning for faces she knows. A couple particular faces, of older fat men with blond hair, small eyes and wicked smiles, float through her mind, but the memory lacks context. Finding none, she instead looks for easy targets in the audience.
The play finally ends, and Iris collects her pay from the lead- a fairly sizable amount, since the stage this time was for the upper class- and she leaves the building... In order to circle around out front while the guests are leaving and pickpocket some of them. The easiest marks, and the ones whose faces she liked the least when she watched from the rafters. She knows she doesn't need the extra money after the day's pay, but she goes for it anyway, entirely out of spite for the rich people she can't stand. She manages to get a few fancy wallets out of it before the crowd thins enough that she decides it's too risky to continue and leaves.
This memory takes place outside a gigantic theater. Iris is a teenager dressed in rather casual clothes, with a jacket bearing the logo of a theater company on the back. Seeing the theater, and the very obviously wealthy patrons filing in through the front door, is enough to stir up angry feelings in Iris, but she starts walking around back, stewing in her negativity and focusing it into anger at the theater patrons as she goes. She doesn't like this, but she has to get her legal money from somewhere.
The lead technician hands her a headset and sends her to her position. She reviews the script in her head as she goes, entering the building through the back and quickly taking her position up in the rafters above the stage. A play begins- A stupid fare about some pampered prince who has to avenge the murder of his father- and Iris follows it closely, listening into her headset, and waiting for her cues. With her magic, it was easy- A spotlight on the lead actor during his soliloquy, the dramatic mood lighting in the angsty sunset. Furthermore, she isn't the only one- Two others with light magic were working too. Iris doesn't really know either of them, but they work together well for the tricks of magic the stage lighting can't do.
During the gaps when she's not doing anything, she watches the audience from her invisible vantage point, scanning for faces she knows. A couple particular faces, of older fat men with blond hair, small eyes and wicked smiles, float through her mind, but the memory lacks context. Finding none, she instead looks for easy targets in the audience.
The play finally ends, and Iris collects her pay from the lead- a fairly sizable amount, since the stage this time was for the upper class- and she leaves the building... In order to circle around out front while the guests are leaving and pickpocket some of them. The easiest marks, and the ones whose faces she liked the least when she watched from the rafters. She knows she doesn't need the extra money after the day's pay, but she goes for it anyway, entirely out of spite for the rich people she can't stand. She manages to get a few fancy wallets out of it before the crowd thins enough that she decides it's too risky to continue and leaves.