<strong>Noelle: The Sacrifical Lamb<br/>Location: The Theater in the Rafters (Alone ;D)<br/>Tagged: No one</strong><br/><br/>Peering down at the performance as it occurred, Noelle smiled to herself, resting comfortably against one of the bars that supported the railing of the catwalk. As she watched the performers, her own mind filled with thoughts of things she could write, narrating for herself the world as she saw it, like a book that was constantly being written. Licking her lips, she leaned a little closer, hooking her leg around the bar and leaning out a bit so she could better see Reginald.<br/><br/>What an eccentric, curious, wonderful man.<br/><br/>As the act came to a close, Noelle took one of the flowers she had been saving, holding it out in front of her and dropping it, intending to have it fall in front of Reginald as he sat nearer to the center of the stage. Should he look up, she would be sure to wave to him, and she fluttered the notepad so that he’d know she was soon to be working on something. Critiques, or her own personal work, no one could be sure.<br/><br/>When she leaned back, she was suddenly aware of a strange…heavy presence directly above her. Disturbed, she pulled her legs back, shifting to her knees as she looked towards the roof. For one reason or another, Noelle believed that there was someone…something…up there.<br/><br/>Even as the thoughts filled her conscious mind, she began to realize that her anxiety was more than likely just a part of her over-active imagination. A writer’s playground existed in an idle mind, and anxiety was the hand maiden of creativity. So, she drew in a deep, calming breath, took her attention away from the roof, and turned to watch the rest of the show.<br/><br/>It never benefitted someone to be anxious for anything anyway.<br/>