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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:50 pm
"Wonderful! Now if you want I have a room awaiting you unless you have your own place you can just use it as a dressing room. Now I'm terribly busy and have other auditions to see to would it be too much if you thought of how the act will go?" Seth usually didn't ask newcomers to set up their own acts, but he was busier then a ghoul during a zombie apocalypse and needed some tasks to be pushed on other people. Seth got up and opened the door for Praveena curtly showing her out.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:06 pm
 The man in aviator sunglasses seated in the back row, named Garaeth Harrison, Had his eyes closed, enjoying the sound of the woman rehearsing the very poem, he knew and loved. He knew quite a few poems by Poe. He had also enjoyed how well she recited the poem, with much expression. He opened his eyes clapping afterwards, then waited for them to finish conversing. He looked down at the poem that he was going to perform, written by a british comedian, songwriter, and poet called Tim Minchin.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:10 pm
Seth came up the stairs and sat on the chair overseeing the stage. "Harrison? Place recite whatever your going to recite." Seth was rather blunt and he didn't much give a damn what people did to show their talents as long as they did anything. Seth was not picky when it came to performers he was extremely picky about it but that doesn't mean he's going to put people in an awkward position.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:35 pm
Garaeth Sat up, removing his sunglasses as he walked down towards the stairs towards the stage. By the time he made it, sat down at the piano bench, placing the pages to the poem he was reciting on the built-in and began playing a jazz solo. The jazz solo lasted about 30 seconds as he spoke into the microphone while still plays. "He looks at me...Intensely...Eyes sparkle, contact lense, green with artificial envy...Cocks his head, fixing me wit a condescending stare...fix his bleached, blonde tipped hair and theorizes thus...'You know what I recogn?" Each word he spoke fell into the rhythm of his piano. "Pause for effect...adjusts his tackle as if it was semi-erect...I figure I better know what he expects...What do you recogn?" He continued onward as the poem became more comedic until he was finished off with the few stanzas. "The cops are mingling, though the crowd shuffled out...I got ice of my hand when my fist met his mouth...Although I explained that it wasn't my fault... I had an 800 dollar fine for aggravated assault...So, before it worst, I recogn I'll bolt... A wealthy, wealthy man in a 81 Mitsubishi Colt."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:00 am
Seth liked jazz however the poem didn't make any sense to him and to be honest irritated him. "My dear sir jazz is a wonderful genre of music however can you try something else to recite?" Seth hoped this man would be able to impress him otherwise he might have to keep him as a musician as the fact of the matter was he was too cute to pass by. Seth thought of something for the vampire to do the thought made Seth grin wickedly as he enjoyed his macabre little thought.
OOC: I don't mean to be rude just I read your stanza as blues which annoy me.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 5:10 pm
 ~Praveena St.Clair~
Praveena stepped out of his office and made her way back to the auditorium. She would need to think of how to turn The House of Usher into a burlesque. She sat down int he back of the auditorium, just as the second audition began. She took out her copy of The House of Usher, and began to create a burlesque version of it. As she did this, she listened to the soothing sound of the piano; as well as the poem the young man had recited. She was a bit surprised when Seth asked the young man to recite something else; it seemed that he had not liked the poem. She returned to her work, right after seeing the wicked smile on Seth's face.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:03 pm
 Ｃｅｒａｃｉｌｉａ Ｒｏｓｅｗｏｏｄxxxx“There is a master way with words which is not learned but is instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper...”Ceracilia wandered throughout the auditorium,though it was almost like she wasn't even there. She was so silent,even her footsteps didn't make a sound. She continued to walk through and that was when she saw a girl sitting in one of the seats. The ghost walked up to Praveena quietly and went behind her. She reached her hand out to her and lightly placed her dead,cold hand on her shoulder. Ceracilia leaned closer to her until their heads both met together. "It is lovely to see you here." She said in Praveena's thoughts. Ceracilia's face was still and her eyes blank and emotionless continued to stare at her,blinking every few seconds. "May I ask what you have there?" She questioned her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:11 pm
OOC: We are time skipping and assume that Harrison char is gone for the night.
Seth sat in his chair in his study going over tonight's show everything must be perfect he said to himself. Seth wondered if Praveena had a scrpt for her burlesque debut regardless the show did not start till midnight and it was only 5.o'Clock. The statues of the two gargoyles sat their objects down and started to stretch. "How long have you two been awake? Two three hours?" Seth was always annoyed having gargoyles as decor they often woke up at random hours of the day and started arguing with inanimate objects gargoyles after all were guards not scientist and were never very bright.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:25 pm
 Ayano Fujikawa This song I sing,
What is it?
How do I know it!
Where did it come from?-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|- Ayano looked around the auditorium, she had very good hearing and listened to the girl in the distance recite a lovely poem. "How lovely, what a beautiful poem." she spoke softly with a smile. Ayano walked towards the stage and began to hum one of her favorite songs. As she walked she saw what loomed to be an old grand piano. Ayano hurried over ant flipped open the cover. She took a seat and began to play a song her mother taught her.======== http://m.youtube.com/index?&desktop_uri=/#/watch?v=ZBgt9x-ZcAQ
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 12:08 pm
 ♪★☾ Angel R VanCanis ☽★♪
" The pain will numb and pretend to never be there..."
(Theatre))
Angel looked around she couldn't believe it had been so very long since she had came to the Theatre. Angel looked over and found one of the old opera booklets on the ground covered in nasty dust.She picked it up and smiled.In a soft British accent she spoke "oh how I've longed to be here again ..so many memories I've buried here
" ....but in my heart I feel it always is..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:38 pm
 PaYne NiOr xxxx ♪ “I sing, I dance… ♪
☾ I will put you into a trance ☾
☢ So that I can steal your soul☢...” Payne arrives at the theater and hears voices inside and opens the door. She had been to the theater when she had come of age with her father once and had happy memories of the wonders of the theater. She liked to sing and dance but was shy and found that...well, things happen when she performed and sometimes other people ended up...frozen in a trance... and sometimes worse. So Payne did not sing or dance except for herself but she loved the theater. As Payne enters she hears a woman reciting and is captivated by the word. When the woman finishes, she claps her hands. "You are very good, that was wonderful." She sees a man backstage and asks "Excuse me. Are you Mr. Blackrose? I would like to apply for a stage hand position. I can play many instruments and work the lights and sound. I am also good at sewing and making costumes."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:42 pm
"Hello I am you are?" Seth said looking at the woman he was not expecting anyone which was odd but regardless he'll deal with her. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing and left him alone oh well the show will start in a few hours.
OOC Why start intereactions that don't include me and stop posting damnit?
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:50 pm
PaYne NiOr xxxx ♪ “I sing, I dance… ♪
☾ I will put you into a trance ☾
☢ So that I can steal your soul☢...” "Oh, I am sorry. Pardon me, I am Payne Noir. I heard you were starting up a new show and I came to see if you needed some help. I just moved here but I was at this theater many years ago and just love it. I will work very hard." she smiles, hopeful that he needed some help. Mr. Blackrose was well known and working at such a prestigious place would be an honor. She awaits his answer, fidgeting a little as she was nervous.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 5:38 am
♪★☾ Angel R VanCanis ☽★♪
" The pain will numb and pretend to never be there..."
Angel slowly read the opera booklet she remembered this one well twas so old almost as old as she.She smiled and giggled and then slowly look around more then noticed a young girl and what seemed to be the person who owns the theatre now.She walked gracefully sitting close by resting her legs.She had been walking all day and even vampire can have there fill in exercise.She smiled waiting patiently for her turn.
" ....but in my heart I feel it always is..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 8:15 pm
"Depends on what you can do my dear." Seth said as he walked in front of his desk and greeted her with curtsey. He had lots of people with him this evening unfortunately the only boy left without trying any harder to impress him which was a shame. Despite him liking boys he'd have to amuse the girls nonetheless.
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