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((Works for me, I claim the tower as my place of residence! No one can take it *shifty eyes* its mine))


Garret sat at his small table carving into the wood. He'd found this place only a few months ago, fully stocked and ready for living. It was like the owner had abandoned it. It was full of weapons and draw string bow arrows. So, he'd assumed it belonged to a poacher. After four months of the owner not returning after he'd found it, Garret had taken liberty to make it his home. He flooded the windows with greenery, surrounded the edge of the tree like tower with many Monkshood and Nightshade. They were so beautiful that even the tamest passerby would stop to see; but some would leave them be.

He'd gotten a dear for dinner two nights passed after the buck had eaten some of the monkshood. He would prepare some for dinner that night, only he wasn't that hungry. Honestly, Garret was bored out of his mind. He hadn't been out of the prison for more then a year and there had been nothing to do. Two years had passed since the Troll king was murdered and the Queen killed. Now everything was happily ever after -- just not for him - not any more.

(( YAY!!! FINALLY!!! *runs around in circles, but trips over shoes* SHOOT!
btw = I can be a little random when out of character. sweatdrop ))

Aera leaned away from the railing of the catwalk, and redid her red pigtails higher so they wouldn't get in her way. Then she stood up again, and began working on that particular 6x12. This was such an enduring process because most of the crew had left hours ago (slackers). But not for her: she was dedicated. She slept many a night up here on the catwalk working on her lights, and she did not object whatsoever. She even created a sort of lounge area in the light booth for times like these.

The girl lost her grip on the instrument for a moment, and it dropped. "HEADS! Look out below!" She called out from the catwalk. Thank god for the safety cable, and her decent hand-eye coordination: she was able to capture the light before it did any real damage. Nonetheless, a few pieces of hardware still made their way to the stage. She continued back to hanging the instrument, not really concerned about the actors' well-being.

Unfortunately "Prince Charming" was just so unlucky as to be under his cousin when she dropped the equipment, and thus, he got nailed a couple times on the head as he waited for the other actors to get on stage. He winced, that hurt! "I'm awake already cuz!" He shouted at her, joking to cover the small pang.

She rolled her eyes but didn't utter a word for a change of pace. She knew her place in this theatre hierarchy.. though that didn't stop her from occasionally killing the lights on the poor players anyway or being cruel at their expense anyway. She'd spare them for this moment though.

Leslie rubbed the top of his head, shaking it off. He looked around again, the theatre was pretty creepy when it was empty. "Hellooo? Anyone here?" 'Where is everybody?' He thought silently.

((EDIT! SORRY!! sweatdrop ))

Denae found herself face to face with the departments artist. She was briefly glad she wasn't the only one who didn't much like the dress, "Yeah, that's what I said." she sighed. She started out to the stage, walking past Lila, "It's gothic." She'd been wearing black heals, part of the costume, personaly Denae didn't think a 14 year old Snow White, even a gothic version would wear heals.

Denae never wore heals.

Which lead to the events following.

"Denae?!" called out Mrs. Zamel from the audiance. "Where is our Snow White? Leslie, when she's out go to the costume room and get dressed for Prince Charming!" Denae sighed and with a brief wave and sigh to Lila, she took a step onstage. Only her heal got stuck on one of the lace ruffles of the skirt, causing Denae to lose balance and fall forward. Her other foot went forward to catch her, only to have her weight unequaly distributed and have her ankle roll to the side causing her to fall on an angle, and toward poor Lila next to the set.

Denae cried out in shocked confusion before she stuck both Lila and the wall of the set.




((BTW friends - there is one teacher, her name is Mrs. Zamel, she's in her late 60's and is asleep in the audiance of the theater. When Aera dropped the equipment, it made a loud enough noise for her to wake up.))

"I think I'm alright." said Lila disentangling herself from the death trap of Denae's dress, as Leslie helped both of them up. "It's a good thing I hadn't hung the mirror there yet," she said pointing to the middle of the set wall, "or it would have been busted for sure!" She looked at Denae as she tried to re-balance herself upright on her black high heels. "I bet you are not used to wearing those, maybe you should get in some practice with them."
Lila rolled the set backward about 5 feet, so as to be out of the way if Denae fell again, and went to get nails and a hammer so that she could hang the mirror, meanwhile praying to herself that Denae learned quickly how to balance on her new shoes.

Leslie smiled kindly at the girls, "No problem." He then headed to exit stageright, but stopped and sweatdropped as Mrs. Zamel mentioned his costume. He nodded, then obediently followed Michele, "Hey, the Prince's costume doesn't have those shoulder pads, right? I may be a jock but I'm not a football player.." He wasn't sure what to expect and hoped he wouldn't be embarassed in front of the whole school.

Aera couldn't help but snicker at Leslie's facial expression when Ms. Director said what his costume would look like. It seemed to scream: 'How did I get sucked into this again?!' 'Stupid boy.. when you're as nice as him you get taken advantage of.' She smirked, then locked the current instrument into place.

Without even requesting an okay from Mrs. Zamel, she flipped a switch that shut off all the stage lights except for a single spot. Thankfully they're weren't an impossible amount of instruments used in this production. She walked over to where the light was coming from on the catwalk and adjusted it until she was content, spotting Snow White's entrance.

Even up a floor in the loft, Denae could hear the radio that Lila turned on. The music was soothing, and it got her into a soft lull. Only when the emergency alert burst on, Denae found herself sitting up. If there was a blizzard coming, she would have to leave soon to pick up her little cousin from play group, she didn't know if her aunt would remember, so she started down the steps after collecting her heals.

She carefully held her skirt above her feet and made her way across the back stage to where Lila stood. "There shouldn't be a blizzard... it was heading north toward the City. I think I have to go pick up my cousin. Mrs. Zamel?"

"You can't, we have to stay in doors."

"But-"

"No buts!" and Mrs. Zamel continued with her paperwork. Denae looked at Lila with a sigh and then started for the costume room, she'd left her cell phone in her pants pocket and they were in the dressing room.


Michele laughed at his question. "No, I'm not that mean. Here, this is it" She opened the closet with the male costumes in it and pulled out a white and dark purple costume. The white slacks with purple stripes down the side went perfectly with the dark, midnight purple over coat like blouse. There were 'decorations' or flair of metalic honor over one of the breast pockets, a gold collar with gold trim along the hems. Over all it looked rather nice, and more suited to the character then Denae's did. Even Michele admited to that.

"What do you think?"

Denae barged through the door before Leslie could start changing, "Scuseme,"she said in one quick breath. She grabbed her cell and darted back out, trying to search the stage for service. She had to call her aunt. She was ruckassing about all over the stage, falling once or twice, hitting herself with the heals, holding the cell up in the air. She had to get survice.

After letting everyone know about the impending storm, Lila went back to finish up the set she was working on. The warning about the storm was still blaring out of the speakers of the radio, it was starting to give her a headache, she needed a break from her art.

She switched off the radio and headed toward the green room to get her cell phone out of her backpack. She figured she had better call her family and let them know that there was a bad storm coming and she would be riding it out in the theater.

After reassuring her mother about what seemed a million times that she would be ok and that she would call when the blizzard was over, she hung up the phone. She put it back in her backpack and checked out what else she had in there. Lila was in the habit of keeping snacks in her bag in case she got hungry, but for some reason before she left her room today she had really stocked up. There was a wide assortment of snacks and drinks in there, and now she was thankful that she had restocked her supply that morning.

Lila zipped up her backpack and sat down on the couch to chill. She was waiting for Leslie to come out of the changing room in his costume so she could poke fun at him if it was a horrible as Denae's.