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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:39 pm
Quote: Link to Student's image: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/spiderflower/senshi/lowel-barren.jpg What job are you interested in: Assistant Director Do you have previous experience in this job: Lowel I. Drinkwater does not need experience to know that he is the only man to be considered for the job. Directing comes from the heart and soul, from deep within, not without. I have an artistic vision that would make Salvador Dali weep. George Washington himself could not lead men better than I. These are facts. Remember them well, Ms. Johnson. It is in dark, terrible times like these that we must ask ourselves WHAT IS DRAMA? And we must answer ourselves with SIMPLICITY AND PERFECTION. And that is exactly what Nia, Princess of Love must embody. We can save this world, Ms. Johnson, and it begins with your masterpiece. PS: Time is running out. PPS: Where did you get your shoes? They match your outfit perfectly! And they're not those ridiculously high stilettos, either. Most shoe stores sell shoes with heels too high, and every single one I've been to always have such poor quality soles in their dress shoes and boots. But you are clearly a woman of quality. I MUST KNOW YOUR SECRET.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:41 pm
[RESULTS TO COME TOMORROW]
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 11:36 pm
Some people just couldn't wait a whole day. It was nighttime, and the theater was dark, but not empty. Someone was walking through the darkness, their guiding light the wavering flame of a lighter. They seemed to be almost dressed for the occasion - black shirt, dark jeans, and all the chains looped where a belt ought to go only barely jingled as they walked.
Khaldun had been scouring the theater hoping to find the copies of the script, and was about ready to give up. If Nealite had locked them in her office, he didn't know what he'd do. This needed a personal touch, an assurance this whole play wouldn't happen no matter what. He'd tried out (in a sense) to appease her, but Nealite had started getting pretty threatening on the matter. His hand brushed against a few props. Damn it. That ******** Kevin part. He liked Nealite just fine, half the time, but he wouldn't stand for jokes made at his expense if he could stop them. Normally you had to stop problems at their source, but, well, that wasn't an option. And no matter how many times he told her not to, she wouldn't stop using that nickname for him.
This was hopeless. She hadn't left anything out, had she? He'd have to break into her office. Khaldun moved toward a nearby table, intending to sit down for a while and think. His hand came down hard on the corner of of a booklet as he prepared to hoist himself onto it, and he drew it back, confused. The flame flickered as he waved it over the table. What in the- scripts? All the scripts?
Oh, yes.
It was a pity that smoke detectors existed, he lamented. Khaldun had to make several trips before he had every last script hauled outside. Carelessly, they were tossed into a pile of makeshift kindling on the cold, wet grass. It was a good ******** haul - Nealite had even left behind the master copy! She'd live without the scripts, and nobody would ever find out he'd been the one to destroy Nia, Princess of Love once and for all. For a minute he stood under the stars in the autumn cold to survey his handiwork, and glanced around to be sure no one had spotted him breaking, entering, and leaving. Hillworth and the Negaverse had made him something of a professional at it. All clear. The lighter returned to his hands, and a small flame blossomed from it. It was time for a little bonfire.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:21 am
The theater teacher yawned as she shuffled her way down the side path, bypassing the front entrance of the theater as she made her way around towards the back entrance. The morning was bright and cheerful, but Ursula's expression was anything but. Naturally, her face was dolled up as it always was, but her expression clearly showed how exhausted the young woman truly was.
She'd spent some of the evening reviewing a few audition forms she'd taken home with her, but the majority of the time had been spent rewatching clips from all of her chick flicks. The conversation she'd had with Serenade the day prior had left her unsettled, and Miss Johnson was determined to prove that once and for all that she couldn't possibly have fallen for the most unobtainable man in the goddamn galaxy. Ultimately, she'd moved on to various Disney movies (this was, of course, well after one in the morning when she initially popped the first DVD into her player) and concluded that due to the lack of singing forest animals, wicked stepmothers, and poisonous fruits in her life, she was safe and far from falling under the category of being labeled "lovestruck". Magic mirrors didn't count, goddamnit.
Keys jingled in one hand and a mug of coffee was secured in the other as her heels clicked down the twisting path around the side of the building. She hadn't finished the casting for the play quite yet, but as her first class wasn't due in for another hour, she'd have time to at least finish up deciding what roles went to whom. Backstage casting was going to be a pain in the a** to determine, mostly because Ursula hadn't the faintest idea of what to do when it came to putting on a play. It had seemed like an easy job, or at least it looked like it, from all the various movies she'd seen. Ah, well. She'd figure it out somehow (she always did!).
A small chitter caused weary orange eyes to grow wide, and Ursula halted in her tracks as a small squirrel made its way in her direction. It was a brave little b*****d, daring to come within feet of her heels, immediately making the sleep-deprived teacher paranoid and uncomfortable. Stomping her foot at it, she hissed and waved her hand around, keys making a loud ruckus as they clanged about. "I will ******** roast your furry a** if you start singing, you little piece of..."
Her words stopped midsentence as she watched the squirrel dash off...but it wasn't the dashing that made her stop, but instead the strange object off to the side in the grass that the squirrel passed by in its dashing.
What in the world...?
Wincing, she stepped into the dew-covered grass and made her way towards the blackened area, her curiosity willing to sacrifice getting her beautiful shoes wet. It looked charred, burned, and while Ursula knew 'mysterious things' were bound to happen in and around the school, finding a solitary patch of burned whatever in the lawn of her theater was simply unacceptable. It was a horrid eyesore for one thing, and while she... wait.
What the <********> was that in those remains?
A familiar cream-colored paper stuck out from the ash and debris, the paper scorched, but amazingly still legible from the fire. Plucking it from the rest of the horrid smelling mess, Ursula's eyes grew even larger as she recognized the wording to be none other than the beautiful speech Sir Blackglass gives to his beloved Nia in Act Two of her play.
This... this couldn't be what she thought it was. No. That just couldn't be possible.
Dropping the slip, Ursula dashed her way across the rest of the path and approached the side door. She pulled up her keys, prepared to jam it into the door, when the knob easily turned under her shaking hands.
Wait... she hadn't left the door unlocked, had she? No, she always locked up before she left...right?
Not willing to stand around and ponder over the door situation, she threw it open and flew into the backstage of the theater, making a beeline for the table that was holding all the scripts, in preparation for the first rehearsal. Or at least, the table that had held all of the scripts, as it was now perfectly clean and empty, devoid of every script book she'd made, including her own personal copy.
"Oh my god..." she whispered, panic lacing her voice. Her work. All that work... just...just gone. There was nothing left that could tell the tale of Nia, beautiful Nia, and her attempts to win over the heart of her handsome Charles. Nothing left but what she held in her head, what she could mentally recall as their writer.
Fury soon began to build up within her. There were only two individuals that she knew who could be heartless enough to carry out such a terrible deed. Her masterpiece was destroyed, but not her will to see this through. There would be a play, the show would go on. She.... just had to figure out a way to improvise.
Suddenly, the figurative lightbulb brightened over her head. Improvise.
A bitter smile crossed her face as she forced the door to her office open, slamming it behind her as she walked in. Picking up her pen, she plopped herself down behind her desk and pulled out her folder of remaining audition forms, her fingers idly flipping through their crinkled pages as she began her final review before decision making. She'd make the culprit pay, there was no doubt, but until that moment could arrive, she was determined to ensure this play was a success, script or no script.
[Casting will be announced later today]
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 5:15 pm
Cast List Character Roles
Nia - Janice Fitzpatrick
Understudy - Pierrette Genoise
King Charles - Khaldun Cilentani
Understudy- Mason Everheart
Troll Queen - Audrey Collins
Understudy- Mackenzie O'Connell
Sir Igneous Blackglass - Andeon Boskovic
Understudy - Mason Everheart
Kevin "Cullen"- Frankie Del Rockham
Understudy- Ignacio Araya
Fairy Godcat - Avalon "Avvie" Renee
Understudy- Sue Gottschalk
Tramptalia - Elle Hammel
Understudy- Ignacio Araya
Astralania - Evelyn Esther
Understudy - Mackenzie O'Connell
Understudies will be responsible for their roles, as well as general townspeople, the Queen's trolls, Astralania's pirate women, and random forest animals.
The role of Castling has been struck to save time and embarrassment. Because I'm just that nice of a teacher.
________________________________________ Backstage
Caterer (& Tea Bringer) - Fallon Novette-Naim
Stage Hand - Terrence Cornelius Jr
Stage Hand - Quinn ???
Stage Hand - Edmond Nihls
Stage Hand - Remington Montgomery
Scenery/Prop Design and Creation - Billy ???
Scenery/Prop Design and Creation - Jessalyn Bowe
Costume Mistress - Joanne Bard
Costume Mistress - Lucy Mor
Make-up Artist - Arlet Jahar
Make-up Artist - Euphemia “Effie” Argyros
Lighting/Techie - Kirin Thompson
Lighting/Techie - Cameron Bleaker
Head of Public Relations - Hero Barrett
Assistant to HOPR - Serenade Soriano
Miss Johnson's Personal Assistants: Lowel Drinkwater & Andeon Boskovic
((OOC: IF I MISSED GIVING SOMEONE SOMETHING PLEASE PM ME BECAUSE IT TOTALLY WAS NOT INTENTIONAL ;_; ))
Below the list are two notes. The first note, in flowery cursive, states:
"I will contact everyone with backstage positions over the next few days so that production can begin in a timely manner. Those with character roles are welcome to use the theater during your free time to work on scenes; rehearsals will begin this weekend and I will contact you when a time is set.
Also, as there was an unfortunate incident involving the scripts, the entire play will be improvised based off of the characters' personalities. If anyone has an issue with this, please see me a.s.a.p. "
Below that one, in less-than-flowery writing, states:
"MR. CILENTANI & MISS COLLINS, YOU ARE BOTH TO REPORT TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY AFTER SCHOOL."
- Miss J
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 5:23 pm
Andeon does not come to check the cast list. Andeon already knows he got the part.
Because he's Andeon, and he reads scripts like a Boss.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 5:53 pm
Sue didn't check the cast list himself. It seemed like far too much bother, after all - he'd been very upfront with the fact that he did not care. Between that and his general reputation, he'd felt quite confident that he wouldn't be losing any of his free time over the next term. But then he'd heard from one of his neighbors that the cast list was up - and he was on it. Not even stuck backstage, as folk like him were supposed to be, but with an acting part. Understandably, he had to see this for himself. And when he saw his name next to "understudy" for the Fairy Godcat, he had a good, long laugh, and then sobered up. Was this some sort of joke, a stupid prank? The teacher's way of trying to enlighten him, maybe after learning how much he despised the theater kids? One thing was for sure, though. His mother was going to be very happy. She was going to want pictures. And he was never going to hear the end of it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:55 pm
Cameron was passing by the auditorium and just happened to notice the cast list was posted. Less out of eagerness and more out of bored curiosity, his eyes scanned the list until he saw his name. Lighting and techie? He knew nothing about these things...
Then he noticed the other name listed for techie. His face split into a broad grin. Kirin. Heh. This was going to be more fun than he'd expected.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:09 pm
To be perfectly honest, Frankie hadn't thought for one moment that she wouldn't get a part in Miss Johnson's wonderful, beautiful play-- she had already started putting together her fabulous outfit, complete with her vampire fangs and oodles of black lace and velvet.
Only the best for Frankie.
So that afternoon, as Frankie tore down the stairs towards the theater, a hush fell over the students that were gathered, and a path parted in front of Frankie. Frankie held her breath. This was her moment, her beautiful, beautiful moment. She had no idea that the students had flinched away from her, and those at the front had clung to one another. Most of them knew of Frankie, and hoped that they would never have to deal with the student. Most knew that you never mentioned Twilight or Edward, several of the no no words printed on a list passed out by Captain Celia for the safety of the other students. No one really knew how Frankie would react to getting something even MORE than she had applied for.
They were about to find out.
Her chipped blood red nails ran down the list, until she got to her name-- and she found out not only that she was a lead but that she had been named a Cullen as well.
"Algkjegegt," Frankie said, her hands flinching away from the board, "alkgjegege! Ughhhhh CULLEN... Ed... ward..."
Frankie lurched off, her white hands held against her burning cheeks. Frankie had never been so happy in her life, ever.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 8:00 pm
Kirin nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the list. While being onstage would have been interesting, lead techie was certainly his safe zone and there was nothing wrong with that. It was for the best, really. Letting an amateur handle the computer systems could only have had disastrous results.
Plus, now he could snicker over the lines and plot all he wanted, without having to pretend he was having the time of his life reciting them.
An eyebrow twitched as Kirin noted who else was handling the techie role. "Could have been worse," he grumbled. He'd just inform his fellow techie that food was forbidden within a five metre radius of Kirin.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 8:20 pm
Avvie had checked back at the auditorium every hour since her try-out. The anticipation had been killing her. So much, that she decided to miss a few hours of constant checking and to take a nap instead. Just like the theatre teacher, Miss Johnson to post the list while she slept...
Golden hazel eyes scouted the list for every part.
Janice... Khaldun... Audrey... Andeon... Frankie... ME!
The teenager's heart skipped a beat when the name Avalon popped up. She had to check it three times just to make sure it was herself.
"I can't believe it!" Avvie was ecstatic! She literally jumped up and down, swirled in circles, hugged herself, and everything, making a big scene in front of everyone. " I need to start practicing right now!"
She squealed and sprinted towards the dorms.
"Mew mew mew mew mew! Mreow mreow... Meow!" Avvie singsonged the whole way.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 8:56 pm
"Really?!" Pierrette squeaked, her face lighting up. She stared at the list again, making sure that she saw it correctly. She spun around and looked at the stage that she w-could be performing on. The chance to be a real-life princess... it was wonderful! Well, when she said real-life, she meant in a play. As an understudy.
Still, Pierrette wasn't going to let that bring her mood down. The thought of practicing scenes with someone would be fun! They could read their lines and think of different interpretation over tea and cookies. They could exchange phone numbers and talk to each other as they fell asleep memorizing lines. Pierrette looked at the list again to find out who the lead was.
She suddenly wasn't so sure about tea, cookies, or fun times together. The lead was Janice. Janice terrified Pierrette. Oh, great.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:00 pm
Billy Roadinger had never doubted that he would be the one chosen for set design! But what was this? There was another...Well, hopefully whoever they were would be smart and stay out of his way. They could do props, design whatever they pleased, but it was he who would paint the scrims!
Reading about the scripts being improvised caused Billy to frown. What playwright lost their script? oh well, it was of no matter to him. After all, he had no speaking role. Everything he was to do was behind the scenes...
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:52 pm
Cast list?
Ignacio heard some rumblings around the hall about this mysterious cast list going up, and it sparked his interest because he had performed a very goofy audition for the play the other day. He might as well see what happened, right? If he got the part, Ignacio would be insanely amused. If he didn't, he didn't. It was no big deal to Ignacio. He would just go back to... whatever he was doing. If he wasn't bored of taking apart his alarm clock by the time he got back, that was.
The freckled teenager shuffled over to the drama department, hands in his sweater pockets as he waited patiently for everyone to stop crowding around--especially that creeptastic Frankie Del Cullenbator. As soon as he saw an opening, though, he dived in.
This. Was. Beautiful.
Ignacio didn't even bother stopping the snickers that welled up in his throat, despite how seriously everyone else was taking this. He was an understudy to two people? This was beautiful! Tramptalia and Kevin Cullen--ignoring the fact that Cullenbator was up there--were both potentially roles he could take on, and he got to play various ensemble members.
For someone as prone to becoming bored as he was, the chance to work in at least three different roles was perfect. It would let him shine at his most comedic dramatic without getting bored. And no scripts?! No route memorization! This may have been the best thing he had ever heard of when it came to the drama department in this school.
Perhaps he should audition more often.
He wiped the tears from his eyes that had formed because he was laughing so hard at the roles he had been assigned--mind, the laughter was a good thing--and turned around with a wild grin. "Well, Cullenbator and Elle! Hope you enjoy having me as an understudy! Can't say I'll be taking this too seriously." With another hearty laugh, the freckled teenager made his way back out of the drama department.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 9:11 am
kalindara Kirin nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the list. While being onstage would have been interesting, lead techie was certainly his safe zone and there was nothing wrong with that. It was for the best, really. Letting an amateur handle the computer systems could only have had disastrous results. Plus, now he could snicker over the lines and plot all he wanted, without having to pretend he was having the time of his life reciting them. An eyebrow twitched as Kirin noted who else was handling the techie role. "Could have been worse," he grumbled. He'd just inform his fellow techie that food was forbidden within a five metre radius of Kirin.
Lucy pushed her way through, giving Kirin the cold shoulder as she peered at the list, just to make sure she hadn't been cast for a role. And she prayed to whatever gods were up there that she had not by some fluke gotten a part. Especially not Tramp... tramp something. That would have been a disaster. Her audition HAD been a disaster. In all honesty, she had thought she had picked up the fairy god-cat sheet, the one simple word being ideal for a part for her (if she was ever to play a part.) When she had gotten up to the stage and found a completely different script in her hand...
She still wanted to kill whoever it was who left a wrong script in a wrong pile.
Internally, the cellist heaved a sigh of relief as her eyes drifted over the parts, her name not there. There was a god after all. The fact that she was placed to do costumes did not perturb her too much -- while she was no amazing seamstress, she could certainly sew a straight line or let out a hem or re-attach a flower or something.
She left the theatre feeling in a better mood than she had come in.
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