Curfew, the Proud, the Brave

[Savannah Morse]

Who didn't love that moment where stroboscopic light turned life into a vision of stills? Sharply accented but somehow always just enough information for the human brain to fill in the gaps between images. Like an artistic filter just laid over the eyes and, if the music fit, everything else as well. Bass notes reverberating from the floor up and shaking the entire body, rhythm stomping along to the flashes of insight and the crescendo of the lead flying in the face of it all without disturbing the choppy yet harmonious staccato assaulting the senses.



Okay, so people suffering from photosensitive epilepsy. But you'd hope they'd have the smarts not to attend concerts. Though the kind of light show these guys brought to the rather dodgy venue was surprising. One the other hand, the Sinkhole was an old brick and mortar industrial building on the edge of Kalispell complete with high wattage hookups and, much to a certain someone's joy, everything was triple hardwired. If you could pull that kind of thing anywhere it was here. Morse didn't know the name of the band, she didn't know their songs much less the lyrics, but they were loud and fast and other than cell phone traffic the site was mostly free of wireless signals which allowed her to press her bony self into the crowd and for once merge with other people in the enjoyment of something mindless. It stank of sweat and metal and beer and smoke and you couldn't hear anything but the music and feel nothing but the music and just zone out and forget that you were dodging curfew and probably needed to hike back to the academy through the snow and still not get caught while your cigarettes got crushed in your pant pocket.



Morse lost herself there until someone bumped into her a bit too hard, or with the wrong body part, or maybe she bumped into them first or maybe she'd just drifted into a mosh pit, but whatever it was it tore her from her reverie, made her turn her head and furrow her brows soon after. Slight girl, short red hair, probably just as too young to be her as herself. The young woman staring back at her with what seemed like equal measure seemed familiar to boot. Someone from the Academy? At least she was too young to be a teacher, right? Right?



"..." the other girl said, but Morse was absolutely unable to hear anything. She replied that the music was too loud, but those words were just as lost in the din. The brunette gave the shorter redhead a look full of uncertainty...

[Kamillia Engel]

Kamillia had carefully snuck out of academy; well actually she left before her curfew was up, then never came back. She knew she would not be able to leave the academy for quite some time after this, but that was alright with her. The girl did have quite a bit of school work piled up, so maybe getting in trouble was a good thing. The redhead wanted to go to the concert that was happening in Kallispel, she rarely got to go out to see these bands, especially the indie bands because they played at bars where they started playing after curfew. While Kamillia had no trouble skipping curfew every so often, she did not make a habit of doing so just because she did not want it to impact her school life too much. The girl did have dreams, and goals she wanted to accomplish after all.

Walking into the venue Kamillia was blinded for a second, there were several bright lights in the room, however, after a few heartbeats the redhead’s eyes started to adjust to the lights and she was able to see again. There was that rush Kamillia always got as she heard the pounding music, and the musty smell in the air. Her heart beat started to beat faster as the adrenaline started to kick in overdrive. While small part of her felt a little scared being here, especially knowing something bad could happen to her even if the odds were small; however, this didn’t stop her from walking further into the building.

The redhead walked into the crowd, wanting to enjoy dancing with the crowd like she always did. There was something magical about dancing in a crowd, while the place did smell, and the music did blast in their ears to the point where some people would probably find it extremely annoying and frustrating, Kamillia found is exhilarating. She was always fond of these types of places, it was a place where anyone can just let go of their stress and dance freely without people judging you. It seemed like everyone who came here were connected because in a roundabout way they were all here for the same reasons, to get away from something in their life, and to just have a good time.

Kamillia felt her body move into someone else, their bodies collided in a way that seemed uncomfortable and awkward. She looked at the person she bumped into, first blinking at the other girl. Kamillia gave her an awkward, almost shy smile, these encounters were always awkward, mostly because it was usually a guy who had bumped into her on purpose to get her attention or to use it as an excuse to touch her ass. Kamillia tried apologizing to the girl who looked the same age as herself. However, the other woman did not seem to be able to hear her, Kam nodded, pointing to the door outside. It seemed like a good time to have a break, maybe get a beer and have a cigarette.