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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:31 am
Audience
"Careful there, breathing is a special skill only a few of us master," he teased lightly at her near-choking snort.
He smirked at the arm punch and shifted his shoulders a bit into a small shrug, "Yeah I got a place at least temporarily until I know what the Jack is happening with everything around here," Kettil seemed unwilling to leave Lark behind now that he was here. The tug at his dreadlocks was greeted with a small whine before he went on, "She knows but she also knows that I'd run off anyways if she said no. So she told me to be real careful and not to hesitate to call if I need help."
Kettil probably wasn't going to ever call no matter how bad things got.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:39 am
The look on Sparrow's face shifted from concerned to relieved, running a hand absently along the back of the chair he stood beside.
"I am glad to hear you're doing well," he told Riley. "I'm sorry I didn't come to see you when you were..."
Sparrow trailed off, feeling slightly awkward. He had not gone to visit Riley in the hospital wing, and he felt rather ashamed of the fact. Truth be told, he had just not been certain that, with everything that had happened, he could face seeing a friend that way.
He tried again, his expression softening.
"I'm afraid I was just a bit...out of sorts for a while, but I'm pleased to hear you have regained your strength," said Sparrow. He nodded to the boil who came towards them, someone he vaguely recognized as having been by Riley's side several times.
A small laugh escaped his throat, Sparrow shaking his head. "None in particular," he answered, and smiled crookedly. "Though I was rather hoping a certain young lady would accompany me here tonight..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:45 am
MUSICThe stomping sound of boots clomping across the stage was a bit lost in the chatter of the audience. The sight of a punk reaper crossing the stage, though, might have been noticed. He had a mic in his hand, and looked quite comfortable holding it. He stopped in the middle of the stage, bringing the mic up and tapping on it twice. “Yo,” he said, his voice a tiny bit raspy and deep, it fit the purple mohawk and almost fit the sleeveless mockery of a tux jacket that he wore--without any shirt underneath. “Welcome to Amity’s production of The Cracker of Nuts. My name is Roch, I’m in charge of the music for this play. I’d like to briefly thank my friends and fellow members of the Fright Music Club, Danny will be playing back up guitar, Rikki’s on drums, Edel will be both in the play and playing one of the violins for a few songs. We’ve got a handful of gnomes as well, so if something comes out off key, you can take it out on them later. All of the songs have been changed a bit by me, simply because there wasn’t enough electric guitar in them. If you’re really impressed, ladies, I’d just like to mention that I AM single at the moment.” Then, as if he hadn’t just hit on half of the audience, he went on, “I would like to remind you to leave the tomato throwing until the end of the play, that especially means you, you jackin’ gnomes,” he said, glowering at the ones he could see. “I’ve got some pals out there that will be keeping an eye on you. I should warn you, I haven’t told G not to eat you.” He smirked, looking out at the crowd before looking at the card he pulled out of his pocket. “The cast of this little play includes several of our best students. Mr. and Mrs. Syberhouse will be played by Riyo and Xiu, Cloodia will be played by Temes--Temes? Ah, you mean Chuppi,” he said. “Fruntz will be played by Mandy, the Owl is played by Ulmuka, Hel will be playing the prince, Sammy will be playing the part of the Rat King, and Tset--er, Tset will be playing the Sugar Pumpkin Fairy. My good pal Mot will be acting as narrator. Now please, enjoy the play.” Then he headed off stage, almost at a run. A few seconds later the overture began playing, a strange, electric version of the overture that some of them might already know. ((OOC apologies: I couldn’t find the whole overture online, sorry. But the first 17 seconds is that.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:49 am
Audience
Opening the door to the auditorium, Mei began to scout out a vacant seat to watch the school play from. Ugh..school plays..She had been to the last one--and my, all the things that had happened in it. It was more a comedy or something. And then there was the audience from the last play as well, students scrapping and sorts.. At this point, the doll just wanted to sit back and relax for a few hours at least. She would have gone off to the maul, but she was too tired to do much of anything right now. She doubted that she would even stay awake for the play--not that she wouldn't try to, of course.
Locating a somewhat good seat, Mei peered over the row before her to spot a certain black dog. Grinning, she moved over one seat, sat down and stretched her legs out before lifting them and plopping them down on the back of Tybalt's chair--and head. "Hey Tybalt. Thought you would have taken this chance to go to the maul or something."
Then again, Tybalt had been in the last play as a cast member. Perhaps he wanted to watch a play this time around?
Mei remained silent as the punk looking reaper appeared on stage and began to speak. Settling back against her chair, she waited as the reaper finished, and headed back off stage. It wasn't long after that, that the music began to fill the auditorium.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:50 am
Audience
Lark merely shook her head. She was used to the teasing banter. It was always harmless. When they fought, they fought. This was just... their relationship. Best mates and all. Lark had learned to deal with any other emotions that threatened to ruin the relationship that they had. Her friendship with Kettil was the most perfectly pure thing she had in her life, and she'd never put it in danger.
"Smartass," she hissed playfully under her breath, flicking his thigh with her free hand.
"If we got kicked out, Ket," Lark whispered after a short, comfortable silence, "I ain't want t'go home. Not yet. Maybe not never." She lifted a thin shoulder in a shrug. "Jest so y'know."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:58 am
Audience
"Yeah, well, that's me," he laughed quietly at her as he glanced over at the front to see that the play was getting ready to start. Kettil settled into a bit of silence and then Lark spoke up again and he just looked over at her with a small smile. He knew. He understood. Kettil didn't think she'd want to go back even though she didn't really want to leave even if it was just because of him and his family.
...Pause happened as he moved to lightly grasp her hand, "I'll go with ya. Okay?"
Kettil squeezed her hand a bit and then just held onto it for now as he sometimes did when they were younger. Right now the boil had no intention of letting his best friend go.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:25 pm
AudienceRiley's eyes flickered to one side, looking up with as much of a guilty look as she would ever be able to manage at Jericho. Then, she heard Malodore's voice, and the look turned towards it. She took the plague doctor's hand, and gestured for Jericho to sit down on her right, while she tilted her head to rest on Malodore's shoulder.
I am fine. She assured both of them. Do not worry. Sitting down here will be the least strenuous activity I can manage for the day. You both have nothing to worry about.
Looking back up at Sparrow, her expression softened once more. I appreciate that, dear Sparrow. Thank you for the lovely thoughts. And I hope you find she whom you are looking for. A very lucky lady, indeed. She gave him another gentle nod, before settling in comfortably between her two favorite people. She felt very blessed, at that moment.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:32 pm
Audience/Music
Danny was actually busy chatting with Roch and Rikki (most pointedly not Edel) when Roch stood up and started introducing everyone. She felt a little moth of nervousness in her stomach when Roch said her name, but she was okay. She wasn't even doing the hard stuff; it was all just chord progressions to follow up Roch, and the occasional spot of harmonizing. Besides, she had ... well practiced ... sort of ... with Rikki.
Danny clapped along with the audience along with everyone, and then put her feet up on her music stands with her music sheets in her lap. She had this down, and she was going to play it comfortably. Besides, it wasn't like anyone could see her. She could've flipped the whole audience off and no one would know. As Roch clambered back to the pit, Danny gave him a "let's do this" sort of nod, and began the show with him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:36 pm
AUDIENCEAnother creature had arrived - this one, if Sparrow could recall, was named Malodore; he remembered speaking to him during that strange trip to the human world, lost in the snow. He offered the doctor a slightly hesitant smile, nodding in greeting.
"Thank you," he said to Riley, his face tinging a pale red. "She's, er..."
The expression on his face was clearly affectionate.
"She's a wonderful ghoul."
Sparrow cast a glance down to the ghoul with her friends and the smile on his face turned teasing.
"Just like someone else I know, as a matter of fact."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:50 pm
Audience
Taryn was admittedly a bit butthurt over the casting still, but Xiu and Roch were both involved and it seemed as if the creepy owl boil and Danny were as well. She'd sit through it, even if it made her want to cry.
For once in her life, the chimera was actually late. She rushed to her seat just as Roch went through the introductions, and Abigail hit the seat back as the music began to play. She was alone here, all of her friends had been luckier or more talented or whatever it had been. and she was here for them. She clapped lightly with the others as the music began and then paused to take off her jacket. Might as well be comfortable.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:24 pm
Audience
Yǐn Cáng managed to slip into the auditorium in time to catch most of a purple-haired boil's speech. He had seen people slowly filtering into the auditorium, and though he had not known what was going on in the room he decided to follow. He moved toward the wall and crept down the aisles, looking around a bit nervously. It was a large room, and where he sat may have a big impact on how this performance went. He had settled on a row about halfway back and a few seats in from the wall when it was announced that Miss Danny would be performing. Slightly surprised Yǐn Cáng sat, curiosity piqued.
Then the music began. The harsh noises grated on his ears, the only time he had heard anything like this was when he had passed a few dorms that had been rather loud, but at least the sound had been muffled. This...this was slightly painful. He hunched down in his seat and hoped it would be over soon, suddenly missing the elegant musical performances from home, and looked around to try to spy anyone that he knew. Sparrow seemed to be toward the front of the auditorium, perhaps before he left he would have a chance to greet him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:30 pm
Audience
There was a sneer to greet Herryk before he turned away. "Yes, just be a good little Scareling and sit yourself down." Titus called before looking over at Shun with the most disgusted look. "You're still here?" He crossed his arms over his chest the most amused smile playing across his face. "Admiration is one thing but if you want to keep staring I'll have to ask you to take a picture and sod off."
Not long after Titus caught the sound of thick boots across the stage. He looked up to see yet another reaper. Really, was this school full of nothing but reapers? It would explain why it was going downhill. He groaned a bit flopping back in his chair hoping this wasn't going to be the mental torture he imagined. "Can someone point me in the direction of the produce we get to toss at these chumps?" Yeah, Titus was talking to no one. He had no friends.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:37 pm
Audience
Mitsu was hustling, she was fairly certain she was late but she couldn't quite remember how she had gotten to the auditorium before. She all but stumbled into the doors in the back before finally managing to open them. A few people had managed to gather so far but she was in search of a particular reaper.
"Shun?" Mitsu called as she pushed passed the doors, nodding to Riley and Jericho as she passed them. For what she had heard she was surprised to see the Mindflayer but it looked like she was doing well.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 2:54 pm
Audience
Gene was pretty pumped up for the play, however slightly jealous she may have been of those that got roles. Maybe next year, she mused. She wasn't here to mope around though, and quickly took a seat to the closest available person. She gave them a smile, before pulling out her eyePhone to turn to volume off. Have to obey theatre rules, right?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 2:57 pm
Audience"A likely story," scoffed Shun. It seemed the comment on the reason for him being here had furthered his agitation. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced briefly at Herryk who was also quickly getting angry at the demon. "Some things never change I see. I wouldn't be surprised if your father just wanted to get you out of the way. We'll see about your so called worth in the gym later," he hissed before reaching out to take Titus by the collar at the mention of wanting to throw tomatos and the like, "Though you'll have something coming a lot sooner if you start s**t here."Letting him go, he glanced over at Roch who started to play the overture. Soon after, he heard a much more welcome voice calling out for him. Glaring at Titus a little longer, he stepped away to join the wolf girl. "Over here. Let's go ahead and find some seats," he murmured. Away from Tits.
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