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Interesting Conversationalist
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 Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:57 pm
(Nuk's trying out for the role of Sally. Yeah, really.)
It was probably the stupidest idea he'd ever had.
It took all of Nukpana's willpower (and possibly some coaxing from a few other students) for the skinwalker not to saunter onto the stage and just deck Braum during his audition, a few choice incidents that had been relayed to him via word of mouth having gotten his hackles raised. It seemed the demon had been busy in the last few weeks, and not in the good way. More like in the insulting-everyone-Nuk-liked kind of way. Even with that thought, his entire demeanor bristled, gold eyes flashing as he watched the demon perform. In fact, during the entire audition he was weighing his options, whether or not he should throw the audition in order to have the satisfaction of having his fist meet that face. It would feel so good... but in the end he brushed it off, making sure his back was turned by the time Braum exited, trying to think solely about the play
There was a greater good here.
Uh... right. Because a mildly cross-dressing student council member was a greater good.
Rolling his shoulders, Nuk stepped into the middle of the stage, smirking a bit. "Uh... hey. Nukpana, as you all already know... especially if you've been to detention in the last... ... semester," There was an amused smirk on his face for that part, as if he might have been proud about that part, "I'm trying out for the part of Sally." That one seemed to make him wince a bit. "Also, I don't do dude on dude, so no male-Jacks. >("
Exhaling heavily, Nuk closed his eyes, making a face that might have been (mis?)construed as him contemplating changing his mind and jumping off the stage before he reopened them, looking... remarkably more solemn and downcast than he had a few seconds ago. In fact, he looked genuinely sad about something, the slightest of bittersweet smiles tugging at the corners of his lips as he slid his hands into his pockets -- the only real action that seemed to reflect the skinwalker himself. Could it be, perhaps, that Nuk was actually a good actor? Or was it maybe there was something he related to in Sally's character?
"I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand..."
The voice which resonated over the stage, surprisingly, wasn't half bad. Seemed the skinwalker might have been good at something other than harassing other students. Still wearing that bittersweet expression, he swayed a little to the melody in his head, not really focused on anything in particular.
"And though I'd like to stand by her
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend..."
There was a pause here, a pause that actually shouldn't have been there, considering the actual melody to the song. Still, for half a second gold eyes flickered somewhere off stage, lingering for just a breath too long before returning to stare out off the stage, once again losing any sort of concrete focal point.
"And does she notice my feelings for her?
And will she see how much she means to me?"
Exhaling heavily once more, Nuk let his eyes drop, already starting to head off-stage.
"...I think it's not to be."
(Also, if Nuk someone DOES get Sally by some unholy... something or other... a male jack is perfectly acceptable of course xD Don't listen to him! He doesn't know the hilarity that could/would ensue!)
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 1:35 am
Something that looked like it had once been a perfectly good bedsheet stumbled up onto the stage. There were eyeholes with unblinking blue eyes peering out, but that seemed to be the extent of deliberate damage. Several bone horns poked out of the top, and decaying wings were lolling around outside the cover of the sheet through huge rips. Perhaps the only saving grace was the way the drape over the dragon skull looked oddly doglike. Well, minus the horns.
The sheet monster practically bounced in their enthusaism, rolling between the balls of their feet and nearly standing on tiptoe. They announced themselves, muffled somewhat by the costume. "Hi, my name is Aymet, and I'm trying out for Zero!"
Hastily, Aymet readjusted the costume' nose He'd stuck his own phylactery to his skull under the sheet for that little extra touch, giving him a ridiculous blue 'nose'. A few wingbeats later, Aymet was in the air. He wasn't quite barking and growling so much as it sounded like the dracolich was trying to channel a very rabid Cujo. The bedsheet was objecting to the continued abuse by making dangerous ripping noises for every flap of the wings.
For anyone who could actually hear him between the noise-cancelling sheet and the sound of his wings, Aymet had been trying to improvise some lines -- "Your incursion ends here! None shall survive!"
And then he dropped back down to the stage heavily and scurried off without another word or even a bow. Exit, stage left.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 6:53 am
The secretary had woken up thanks to a large rumbling snore from one of the gnomes in the 'judging panel', just early enough to see Aymet's tail retreat off the stage and something about people not surviving or somewhat. He smothered a yawn with one gloved hand, stretched, and then stared at his (borrowed) watch. "Is it over yet?"
After a good five minutes of noone else getting on the stage, Arel finally decided that he had heard enough. Which incidentally was nothing at all, unless you count the something-something from a student warbling at the start- he would be lying if he said he could remember even that. "Well, that's that. I guess I'll post results later next week, or something, you kids will have all week to have fun for the holidays." He honestly looked more distracted than anything else and for some reason kept on looking at his feet, as if trying to solve a puzzle. It took him another ten minutes to discover that the gnomes had stolen his shoes.
((OOC: RESULTS WILL BE POSTED IN ROUGHLY A FEW DAYS with PART 2 taking place a week later! Go have fun in the XMAS train! The actual play part will ICly take place after it! ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 6:29 am
A single gnome shuffled onto the stage a couple of days later. He was clothed in all sorts of atrocious reds and greens, and honestly, looked more like one of those strange 'elf' things than a Very Important Gnome (VIG).
"Attention all students." There were about a handful of students who had actually come back with, Jack forbid, interest at the announcing of the school play results. The rest would have to check the School Office billboard later. "I am proud to announce the student roles for our annual school play."
One of his supporters blew their kazoo.
VIG coughed. "Well anyway, without further ado, we'd first like to announce Claire as Shock, Gargantuan as Barrel, and Maladore as Lock." One of the gnomes in the back stage let out a girly shriek - he had a huge crush on Maladore.
After giving said gnome a glare, VIG returned to the list. "Yes and next, for the role of the mayor, we are asking for both Amrita and Maritess to get creative here! You two are going to have to rehearse your roles in unison, as each side of the Mayor's face."
"Next is the role of Jack and Sally and we thought about this long and hard, and would like to give the role to Nuk and by popular request, Headmistress Hellma."
"Psst," a background gnome piped up, "He said no male parts for that role."
"Oh." VIG adjusted their reading glasses - wherever those had come from - and stared at the script again. "Well then, we'll just have to give Jack's role to Shehk then, I mean they both have awful hair."
He gave his parchment one more disgruntled stare before moving on. "Oh yes, the role of Zero. You are all Jackawful flyers, or floaters, or what have you. We've decided to make this a team effort." Igneous as you make a most excellent Zero, will be doing the posture part, while Tybalt will be holding you up and keeping you afloat. Dont' worry there's enough bedsheet for the two of you."
"And lastly of course, the role of Oogie Boogie, who could forget? For this one it looks like its going to take the joint efforts of Barth and Christof." He stared at the paper one more time before scrunching it into a ball and throwing it into the back stage. "You losers of a students are free to rehearse on your own until the big day, get those voices prepped, vocal chords ready, we'll let you know when the big day has arrived. Really."
VIG simply scooted back into the backstage curtains. He was a Very Important Gnome after all.
((OOC: ALL CAST MEMBERS WILL BE PMED THE "SCRIPT" in the next 24 hours. You are free to 'rehearse' your roles until then. An official SCHOOL PLAY NIGHT thread will be up after a week or so, after the students have ICly returned from the raid! ))
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