The girl, who was clothed in blue jeans and a layered tee-shirt, moved toward the movie theater. Her Ford pick-up truck was parked in the very last parking spot, a habit she'd picked up for two reasons. She wanted to get exercise, if even a little, and she wanted to be farthest away from her old rehabilitation center, so it just became habit. MaryJane hid herself, more so she tried, by walking close between cars until she was up at the front. Some little kid pointed, but she really could careless. She'd moved to Eagle Ranch as a shy girl, and hadn't really grown out of it yet. I mean, how can someone just poof! Go back to their normal self when they'd just gotten off of marijuana and gotten out of a rehab center a mere month before the current day? If you've ever tried it, it's very, very hard.

So, the girl finally made it into the movie and went to the concession stand. "A number six please." She said, getting a large popcorn and large coke. She didn't intend to eat all of the popcorn, but she supposed she'd rather have more than not enough. She turned, dodging a few people before ducking into the dark movie theater to see the horror movie. Of course, she knew something like the things shown in the movie would never happened, but she was still that girl who gave an innocent scream when the man with the chainsaw poped out from behind some tree in the middle of a forest.

She ploped down in a seat that was in the middle of the row, not planning to really see anyone she knew...She didn't really know anyone, more so she didn't want to see anyone. Everyone just made fun of her, so what was the purpose? There was none. So she ploped down and placed the popcorn on her lap, the coke in the cupholder and turned her attention to the screen.

Mary looked up to the man leaning down next to her. As he spoke, she nodded before answering. "It's empty, no?" By the tone of her voice, she was seemingly glad someone had choosen to sit near here, even if they didn't really have a choice. She as 'that chick' who people choose not to sit by...It like they could read her past and that the fact she'd once did what she did made her the Devil himself. "Have at it." She was smiling still, but she wasn't sure if it was visible in the dark of the theatre.