The Mercury Movie Hall

[Powerdog16]

Welcome to the Mercury!!!

Using every last penny I had, I went out bought this old place to clean up and start up again! Everyone is welcome to come in and watch the movies which will be changed out weekly! Just the old classic movies that we all know and love!

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Come on in! This is the Foyer... you can leave your coats here!

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Don't forget your popcorn, soda, and candy!!!

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Welcome to the main theater! Come on in, have a seat, enjoy a little friendship and chit chat while the picture is being spun up...

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Want to know what is playing? Check in with us every Saturday for the flick of the week!​

Currently the Theater does not open till tomorrow, when we will play our first breakout picture... to be revealed tomorrow... Until then, come on in, check the place out, and watch out for Henry, the lost spirit that roams the halls at night groping the fine ass women that come in...​

 

[Wolf Vixen]

*slips inside, my eyes glancing around admiring the clean up. Walking to the concession I run my fingers over the top of it as I walk down the length of it and head into the theater itself. My eyes move over the theater, seeing how well you cleaned it up and put everything back into working order. I walk down one aisle toward the screen before turning and glancing up to the balcony above. Smiling I move to the other aisle and walk back up and out of the theater*

Very nice...very nice indeed!

 

[Powerdog16]

Opening Movie -- Wizard of Oz

As I get up in my traditional 4:30AM time, I find my anticipation growing, looking forward to seeing what is about to play. I have seen quite a few check the place out, so I walk inside, pull out the movie posters of the upcoming picture, which I have taken careful consideration to choose.

So many great movies out there and this flick is one that is one of the most popular vintage movies of all time! I got to set out the movie poster, excited to see who or what will be coming to see it...

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Once it is up and ready to promote, I see one of my employees walking up to start their shift. I smile as I see the outfits and said, "Very Nice! Come on in! You are going to be collecting tickets today and with any luck... a few extra fans."

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[sallythescorpian]

Wandered in and purchased my ticket and some popcorn, and took a great seat, half way down and in the middle, propping my feet up, looking forward to seeing one of my all time favourite movies!

Nice spot you have here PD!

 

[Light Ice]

( Forgive the rambling narrative... )

Today, of all days, I am tired of this place and this world and the mindlessness of it all. I see in technicolor, grainy broken fragments and windows of what is and what should be but cannot. My life is dictated by a man's many rituals and today I resent them for what they are and how menial they seem when my mind stretches and I try and take in just how big this world is. Unsatisfied, disillusioned, I read Ginsberg and O'Hara and argue with a friend on the phone until he concedes to mowing his lawn.

Winning only incites my dreariness further because I had wanted him to defeat me, to break free from the little responsibilities that we take upon ourselves and chew up our day. He does not. He is convinced that I love the tedious monotony of my rituals because I have convinced him so.

It isn't to say that I don't find comfort in my projects, my comings, my work. I do. They help me move an otherwise empty day along and give me the pride of production so that I can further stay off days like today where my hunger for something new and something beautiful wells up until I am bored with all that is around me and need an adventure.

I have picked up and left to places like Greece without much thought and the urge to do so again is strong. I want to go someplace where my eyes can peel back the varnish of the old and tired and find something shining, something that makes me feel like a child.

But I cannot. Not now. Finances, unfortunately, dictate when us peasants of the world are afforded our tastes of beauty and wonder. I am frugal. I am disciplined. I am so many things by habit and nature that the artist in me, the small slice of my heart that belongs to Hemingway, Salinger, and Murakami gets swallowed up by the automatic and I find myself on my back deck listening to the Wrens and Finches argue over when to leave for the South.

I wish I could go with them. I wish I could abandon my home come the snow and go to a place of beaches or preach trees. In all my travels I have never been to Georgia and I would like to see the green grass and lowlands, play Forest Gump in a tree with some girl named Jenny whose drawl makes her exotic.

Instead, desperate to get out from under the weight of this cloud that has fallen on me, I make my most desperate case for the movies. The theater. A new one has opened and I all but stumble to it, throwing on a pair of battered jeans that have two small, real holes on the thighs where teenagers now pay Hollister to put holes for them. I remember both and how they came to be. The first was worn over the last two years by the carpenter's pencil I jammed into my pocket until it eventually broke through, the tip wearing a hole into the denim as I walked.

The other was the bramble out by the Hickory, my only hardwood tree in the back, that cut deep enough to draw blood and because I did not go inside and pay mind to the red along the edges of the frayed denim the entire hole now is ringed in a brown, rusty color.

My Shirt mocks more then Christ, it mocks my failing youth, because I can imagine it on some kid ten years younger then me and makes me feel self-conscious about my age. The creeping years. I wear it on purpose as I walk through the doors, hoping the Lobby and the crowds sparks that feeling I get when I'm about to see something new. A wonder. The potential for something beautiful to reach out and touch the part of me that is hurting most right now.

I want to revert. To shed years. I want to feel young and think about the first time a girl put her hand on my crotch and did not move her fingers away, just squeezed me, clumsily but wantonly.

But I am sad today. Desperate, even, to be rid of this melancholy and this heartbroken feeling that has clung with me for the better part of three days. A malaise, brought on my fatigue and the monotony of my work and the realization that the escape that I'd sought was still nine months away. Nine months.

So, when I see the girl dressed as Dorothy, I am devastated. She has dark hair, as did the first girl I ever saw dress that way. A love that had started sweet and ended sour, traditional tales. The playful images of it rip through my head and tug on the strings of my heart, maliciously yanking on them until the resolve that so commonly dominates my manner breaks down and I must rush into the darkness of the theater. I need it. Need to be away. Because loves, almost all loves, never abandon artist's. I realize, suddenly, that even my sadness is typical.

It was Rockwell that said that.

I'm no artist. I'm not even perceptive. An artist would see a mossy stone and see something in it, find it beautiful and know why, and use it to convey that type of beauty so clearly that it resonated to others. But I am damned twice. I cannot see the reason for the beauty but I know it is beautiful. I cannot express what I see or feel, I can only feel it.

This is doubly true when I am sad. The theater's shadowed interior allows me to find a seat alone and feel sad, quietly and privately mourn the girl that once dressed saucily like Dorothy and leaned into me. I can remember her slight weight and the softness of her. I can remember how she smelled. None of these things bother me or hurt me. They are like the memories of our childhood that come from time to time, images and other things that brush across our mind quickly and suddenly and leave us struggling to catch up to the moment in thought. We grasp at wispy trails of memory and come up empty-handed, left with blanks, that we fill in without ever having that feeling come back.

But her smile brings me back. I remember her smile because it would become increasingly rare to provoke. It slipped away after that night as our paths diverged, broke away, separated. I have loved and been loved. I have broken hearts and had mine broken. It was never as hard as it was then, saying goodbye, to someone I loved and had not wronged and as far as I know had never wronged me.

She could not speak because she was sobbing hard, dark lines of make-up smearing perfect cheeks. The look on her face helpless, torn, begging me to give her the push she needed to leave and not pull her in.

Her dreams lay in other places. Mine were rooted here. She begged me to go with her knowing that I would not and knowing that she could not break me with sadness, only trap me in it. We loved one another a final time, desperate and hard and with everything. It didn't give us any peace. She did not say goodbye when she left. I went to her apartment and she was gone. The straw-broom she'd hung on the door for Halloween, where her hair had gotten stuck when I'd pressed her against it after the party, was gone.

I realize, thinking about it, that some things are not meant to be forgotten. The choice of film, the costume, and the way I felt when I saw Halloween on the calender at work three days ago were all small hints that I needed to feel this again.

But I don't pick up the phone. I sit in the theater. I am the Cowardly Lion.

 

[yeishia]

I slip silently into the theater clutching a bottle of water in one hand. Normally I avoid crowded places but the move title lured me in, I just had to see it on the big screen.

Stopping just inside the theater I allow my eyes to adjust to the dimness within before choosing the perfect place from which to watch.

I choose a spot off to one side where I am sure I will remain alone. Lowering myself into my seat I tuck my feet under me and snuggle down to wait. Leaning my head back I close my eyes and within mere seconds I have metaphorically clicked my heels and am in the Land of Oz, my small dog held lovingly in my arms.

This will be a wonderful afternoon of that I am sure. My face is serene, a small smile playing across my soft lips as I become one with another time and place, content for now to leave this world far far behind me…..

 

[VampiricTouch]

She never liked change. Never liked the unpredictability that came with it. The what-ifs, the failures, even the successes, the disturbance it creates in her continuum of stability... all of it weigh heavily on her, wear on her.

But today. Today is the first day of peaceful solitude in the past month and a half of change, of upheaval, of joy, of sadness, of anxiety,.... of change. It’s a day that would be monotonous, but in the context of time, it too is change.

She finds her escape in the new theater, a getaway from the fluctuations in her own life. A moment of impulse as she finds herself compelled to splurge. To buy a few hours of that escape with the money she places in the girl’s hands.

The houselights haven’t dimmed yet. Affording enough for her to find a place in a farther corner. She sits beside him. Circumstance has made it far too long since she’s the opportunity to even say hi. So now, breaking the solitude he has created for himself, she disturbs him.

 

[Powerdog16]

Stepping out of the ticket booth, I spot some people I have only met in passing, old friends and trusted friends like starting to filter in! I look to Yeishia and give a nod as she slips up into the dark corners, for which there are many. Vampiric, LB I give nods and thank yous for coming to visit... I see Sally and walk out and give her a hug smiling and thanking her for coming out... Wolf Vixen I give a playful wink and a blown kiss to as well!

There are 4 showings of the Wizard of Oz playing today and will play 4 showings a day till next Saturday, which will have a surprise double feature in store for all those vintage movie fans out there... I climb up into the movie booth and key up the movie... letting it play for the first of many times...

"It is never too late to come out and watch the showing of The wizard of oz! Come on out and get your popcorn and candy and enjoy the picture!"

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[Wolf Vixen]

*Grinning at PD as I move up the steps to the balcony, taking a seat in the far back near the booth. Letting the darkness fall and the movie begin I chuckle lightly at the meaning behind the movie for me. Wondering if I should go grab him and pull him into the darkness with me*

 

[Powerdog16]

Seeing Wolf heading upstairs into the balcony, I smile and pull out a very special gift I manage to locate just for this grand opening. It means a lot to me and the meaning behind it is very deep...

I wait for the movie to start, tell Ernie the cameraman to keep an eye on things and then head up into the balcony and locate Vixen...

As I find her, I wave and close the distance to her and sit down in the seat next to her. I lift up the arm rest between us and turn and look at her and said, "I have something for you..." Through the dim lights, I pull a thick packaging envelope out and hand it to her. Inside it, once she opens it, is ---

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[Alana_]

It's part of memories of a happy childhood, and on passing the cinema, seeing the movies posters adorning the advertisement boards outside, she just can't help herself.

Regardless of what things that were planned for the day, Alana enters, pays for her ticket, popcorn and a coke, and can't but have a little chuckle with the young attendant and her charming costume, before she goes up the coiling stairs to the second floor.

The sloped seating is dimly lit, and she finds a seat just as the opening strains of the movie play as the credits roll until the Dorethy and Toto fill the screen, and rush to the farm..

Alana she sits slowly, looking at the giant screen, to watch a movie seen hundreds of times before, but never like this..Never in an authentic magical old cinema, with its single screen, gilded lamps, and heavy red drapes hanging either side of the screen.


( link to the movie is only to youtube, so safe, but can be taken down if PD prefers.)

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Smiling brightly as my eyes glance over PD before he moves closer to take a seat beside me. My eyes moving to the envelope in his hand before slipping my fingers around it and opening it. As I pull out the picture I can't help but laugh again before covering my mouth so I don't disturb anyone else.

Letting the picture lay in my lap I turn to PD and smile to him again before leaning over and kissing him softly, "Thank you, it means the world to me!"

Moving back to capture his lips again with another soft, slow kiss as my hand moves up to cradle his face.

 

[Powerdog16]

I moan as I feel her lips touch mine and I do my best to keep things quiet... fortunately, the theater is very large and lots of dark corners for people to enjoy a little privacy. Fortunately for us, we have the top right rear corner of the balcony. The theater darkens and I lean in and say, "you are quiet welcome baby... I hope it brings you a little more joy to your little part of the world..."

I run my hands through her hair gently and kiss her lips softly once again... enjoying the taste, the touch, the soothing feeling that comes just from that kiss...​

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Sighing contently with the feel of his lips pressed to mine. I slowly break away and smile softly to him while my hand moves down to hold on to the picture. I turn my eyes to the screen before leaning my head against his shoulder feeling protected from everything.

 

[Veroe]

This is a fantastic idea PD, sign me up for a seat in the balcony, okay?

 

[DuBois1]

As usual, my timing was all wrong. Thinking I had a few minutes to spare, I chatted up the winsome ticket taker instead of getting popcorn and going directly to my seat. The opening strains of “Over the Rainbow” emanating from the auditorium cut short the conversation and after politely excusing myself, I made a run for it.

The crowd was sparse and as I took a seat in back, I wished I’d been able to hit the concession stand. Somehow, a movie without hot buttered popcorn just didn’t seem right but I knew thoughts of my favorite snack would dissipate once Dorothy’s humdrum sepia-tinted life became an exciting Technicolor filled one.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I grab my tickets, and head into the theater, impressed. A quick stop for snacks and I sneak into the dark theater. I resist the urge to throw popcorn at VT's head, instead I giggle softly at the lollipop guild.

I lean back, relax and let the film again take me over the rainbow. Or something like that.

I wonder if I get a seat in the balcony who I could throw popcorn at.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

watching from behind Ausus, enjoying her presence in and of itself. And feeling like she fits with the movie

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I feel like I'm being watched, and so turn around. There she is in all her glory. Damn! Wonder if PD would get pissed if I started climbing over his seats.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

tossing a single kernel (from an absurdly huge tub) of popcorn to the girl in a long, lazy arc

 

[Ausus_girl13]

very little surprise as she tosses popcorn at me, it lands in my cleavage. Using my tongue, I quickly pull it into my mouth.

Brat that I am, it can't be helped. I throw a handful of popcorn at her.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

giggles, covered in warm salty treat-ness

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I giggle back and turn around, trying to ignore her, failing miserably. I have butterflies in my tummy.

Course wishing for a quick orgy between Dorothy and her boys isn't helping with the squirmyness.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

sneakily moves up several rows to sit right behind the girl...slipping my shoes off, curling my stockinged toes over the edge of the seat, caressing her neck

 

[Powerdog16]

This is a fantastic idea PD, sign me up for a seat in the balcony, okay?

Thank you! I hope you enjoy the afternoon show!