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 Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:28 am
.:: SPECTATOR POST ::.
Really? Hecate below, what was going on here? Not only were these lines insane and not at all what he recalled from the musical, but not many were saying them correctly. He felt a bit bad for his little protege though, she had to be so tense with nerves. That would explain why she made it obvious she had messed up. It wasn't like anyone in the audience really would know what's going on. Did any of these people really practice for the play or did they have a sip of something 'favorable' before they started?
A heavy sigh heaved through his chest as he shifted further into his seat and closed his eyes, a hand resting lightly on the bridge of his nose. How long as this thing? It was possibly a good thing he had sunk down further into his seat as a pair of feet appeared on top of his chair, making him a bit cross eyed as he gazed up to see what was going on now. Oh... shifting a bit, he noticed a ghoul with a very nice fashion sense of nice hair color directing other students were to sit. Ah, well then, that wasn't a problem then.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:42 am
[SPECTATOR POST]
If the banshee could turn bright red right now she would be a lovely shade of blood, and if she could shoot laser beams from her eyes that too would have happened, lucky for the boggart she had yet to acquire such a skill. Her throat seized up at the thought of anyone hearing such a blatant and pathetic lie! Why did she have to look back at him! What purpose did it serve to see if he was still looking, and what, if any, interest did she have to this odour-filled pus bag! A stream of racially filled bogget insults flooded her mind, she glared daggers at the creature as she brought herself up to full height (who cares if she was in anyone’s way!) and with a rush of movement ripped the stitches from her jaw to allow for the loudest screaming rant she could muster, a moment to be proud off as she blew the stupid smirk right from his face along with the skin holding it all it place….But her throat, she couldn’t speak!
It was still constricted with rage, embarrassment and possible the remnants of a oblinaesque creature she had tried to eat before in a dare…with herself. “OH @*&%^*# JACKING &*%£’@#!?!” she screeched in her mind as her eye bulged in shock, both hands cupping her neck as she twirled back round to face the stage, her hair not discriminating for who it hit in the face, behind, to the sides or in front of her.
This was a rare moment for Sarias, she had just be so infuriated she had lost her voice! Her one source of ventilation, her gateway to power over people had just been taken from her….by this creature! “I will destroy him!”
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 10:04 am
Riley had barely moved since the play had begun, though she'd been trying to pay attention - were they just completely changing the script? None of what they said made any sense at all, though she admitted it sounded kind of interesting. Her eyes barely flitted to Belladonna when she complimented their pins, and questioned about Barth. The playbill had mentioned him with Christof as Oogie - why were they both listed? If one of them was the understudy, then she knew she wouldn't see Barth on stage. Christof had assured her he would be up there tonight.
She slid back up to sit straight in her seat, just barely managing to return to normal when a wave of hair flung was straight into her face. When the hair retreated, Riley's face was left with eyes wide open in shock, but they quickly narrowed to glare at Sarias. Who was.. standing up and fussing wildly in silence?
This looked to be more interesting than the play. You hit me with your hair. Riley hissed into Sarias' thoughts, while her arms folded in front of her. Apologies were in order!
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 12:42 pm
SPECTATOR POST
Nodding and letting out a sigh, she whispered, "Thanks." It took her a second, but she looked at the ghoul and returned the comfort. "I'm sure you would be a great Jack." Colette wasn't really sure how good of a Jack Belladonna would make, but if he was enthusiastic, she would have nailed it. She couldn't be any worse than who was up there now anyway.
After now seeing this much, Colette was actually relieved she didn't get the part of Sally, what with how the play was going so far. And the feeling that the actors were probably going to be a laughing stock actually made her feel sympathetic. There was the fact she certainly didn't want to get punched too, but she wasn't too sure that was part of the play. Though, it was hard for her to tell.
Tuning into Belladonna's question, she looked at the ghoul replied with a he-better-be sort of tone, "Huh! I hope so, I probably wouldn't have come otherwise."
Colette would feel utterly stupid if he wasn't in the play, but she was somewhat sure he was. When the roles were being announced, she had decided to just leave once she found out someone else got Sally, but vaguely remembered hearing "Barth" on the listing as she stepped through the exit. He had mentioned auditioning on that horrible Christmas trip too, so that supported the idea. If he wasn't though, she didn't know how she'd bear the play if it continued its downward spiral. She would probably want to leave, but refrain from doing so. The Reaper didn't want to look rude.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 1:54 pm
SPECTATOR POST
The reaction which followed from the Banshee was one he could only deem as 'hilarious'.
So mortified, so enraged she was that even as she prepared to give him a terrible shriek, there was nothing. No sound came from her, only her increasingly frustrated and expression constantly switching from infuriated to confused. All he could do in response was slide down in his seat with an increasingly growing grin until it was so wide his face began to hurt and choke out sporadic, semi-stifled giggles.
Icky's claws dug into the chair, eyes clenched tight from the all encompassing hilarity of the situation. Then, as quickly as it started, she turned around and the fun was over--except for the fact that she totally hit someone in the face with her hair. Clumsy girls were the best. Still, he doubted there was much more to get out of her; if this was as much of a rise as he could muster then his attention wouldn't last long and he would have to deal with her in short spurts. At least she was amusing in the short term.
Movement caught his eye, a pale and slander leg setting atop a seat just as he had been doing earlier. Lucky for him, this pair of legs looked nothing like his own and despite the cracks in her porcelain body, the doll was enticing. She was barely wearing anything at all. Was that allowed? He didn't care, it better be allowed. If it was, that just made the school ten times more acceptable and damn right he would enjoy his time here.
Keeping low to his seat, he rested his chin against his hand and watched the female construct carefully. Eyes narrowing as they surveyed her every move, his jaws opened and a dull purple, worm-like tongue slipped out, licking his lips and rancid teeth.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:16 pm
SPECTATOR POST
Thankfully there was no objection to Mei having her feet resting up on the back of Livi's chair; bringing a small smile to the doll's face. She was quite content with this position, rather than have her legs cramped up behind the seat for.. However long this play was supposed to be. Did students actually enjoy watching this? At times it could be amusing, sure, but.. How anyone could sit through it for hours was beyond her.
Discarding her thoughts, she felt as though she was being watched again, but couldn't figure out just who it was. Mumbling a curse to herself, she pressed her back against her seat again. Hopefully she would just be able to ignore it for the remainder of the play.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 1:14 am
((Spectator Post))
As Riley sunk into her seat, Israfel giggled. "I knew it." Perhaps soon, when the play was over and he saw the skullface couple kiss, he could focus on another couple. Blue eyes glowed as the wheels in his head turned. Oh yes, the doctor and the mindflayer. They had worked well together, who was to say they wouldn't at least be a cute couple? Certainly not this sappy sentimental siren! Or even the fiery Jericho mount and the powerful mindflayer- Oh. Ohhhhhh. Israfel blushed as he realized just now the jokes he could make. "Don't worry, I'll keep the jokes about how you mounted Jericho to a minimum." Giggling he looked at the play again. SIGH. Still no hard corn action. It was okay tho he-
"Oh! Belladona!" Wings gave a tiny contained flap of happiness. He didn't want to hit anyone in the face with them after all. Fishing out another pin, he offered it to her. "It is too good to resist! Shehk and Nuk, granted in...odd roles, but still! I hope they end up together...like off set too you know?" A pin was also offered to Colette. "And..Barth....was he that boil with the black claws and big bags under his eyes? I remember him in passing from-" A shudder of ruffled feathers. "The event." They all had been there hadn't they? So much JOY. The Siren had also gone sober since his return. It might not last, but not to another school event like that. WAY to many bad decisions.
Like yellow snow.
Even if it had got him a Short, if useful Christmas born companion.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 1:40 am
Spectator Post
Riley's eyes glared straight at Israfel when he mentioned mounting Jericho, though her blush was now nowhere to be seen. You're such a little troublemaker. You're lucky I like you so much. She leaned in so that her glare was eye to eye with him, before reaching up with one finger and poking his forehead.
Besides, she murmured as she sat straight again. Jericho is my friend. He just happens to be my giant dragon mount as well. You're supposed to mount a mount. It's.. it's right there in the name!
Why was she even explaining herself to Israfel? She was probably just digging a deeper hole for herself. She crossed her arms and glared at Sarias, still waiting on that apology for the hair flip that had slapped her in the face.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 7:42 am
[SPECTATOR POST]
Her burning thoughts of revenge were suddenly interrupted by the voice of Riley. "Oh goddess, now the purple potato head is speaking to me." she spat, in her mind, her voice had yet to return to its delectable shrieking she was so use to. The banshee had a momentary lapse in intelligence, if the mindflayer could send thoughts to her mind, then she could easily read them, this, did not occur to her. "What?! No i didn't, she's just jealous because i actually have hair to twirl around instead of some fat ugly tentacles! This whole school is full of utter idiots" Sure she hadn't noticed her hair was even more 'bed head' than usual, and that it was indeed still clinging to some unfortunate students faces, this did not bother her.
The only thing that was bothering her was wiping the stupid grin of the Boggart's face! and.....and was he now IGNORING her! For some broken faced tramp! The show now forgotten, the hair whipping a distance memory, only him. "YOU" she forced out, as she leant back over the chair head to be as close as possible (while holding her breath!) A long finger sharpened to a point aimed at his face as she pierced him with a look of loathing. "You have made a very big mistake boggart, we...we are not finished here." She declared as she sneered at him, her smoke tendrils flittering violently behind her, cold air emanating from her being. "Not by a long shot." and with that she sat back down in her seat, her eyes fixed on the stage. She would have stormed out if it wasn't for a harrowing tale of Do's and Don'ts by the teachers before they had entered the theatre. Oh how she wanted to leave and set fire to the monsters dorm room...."later Sarias...later".
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 9:07 am
Spectator Post
Hadiyya was in attendance of the play, really she was, though it was rather unlikely anyone had yet noticed her in the audience. For one thing she was up near the very back of the auditorium, for another she was sound asleep, curled up in her chair with Herbert, Sharra's possessive Freymon, tucked comfortably into her lap. His her back to the arm of her chair, brow resting softly on the back of her chair, she'd found that tucking her legs over the arm of the chair beside her was insanely comfortable.
Oh she'd tried to stay awake for the show, really she had. She had a handful of friends preforming in it, and despite not being picked herself, she was happy for them and had come to show support. G was one of the trick-or-treaters, Barth was singing the of Oogie boogie, and Tybalt was playing Zero.
It was just.. Well the auditorium was dark, and the music, when soft, was quite soothing. There was also the matter of severe sleep deprivation and exhaustion from the fiasco of a raid on Christmas town. They were home, but she had found that with out a few energy drinks through out the day she was terribly lethargic and laggy. It would pass, in time, but for now the poor demon was plagued with exhaustion.
Later, logic would dictate that asleep or not, she'd been there, and that should really count for something. Right? She HAD dragged her a** out of bed and down to the play.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:36 am
SPECTATOR POST
No apology. No, this rude little ghoul offered Riley a barrage of insults instead. They weren't even very good insults, Riley couldn't take them seriously. Potatoes? In her head? Really? That was pathetic. Riley's eyes glowed a fierce white as she glared down the spectral ghoul.
Jealousy? Over this mop of filth? Riley's hand snaked out, sliding deep into Sarias' hair. Hardly. Though, on second thought.. perhaps I am jealous. She coo'd out, leaning her head in so that it was intimately close behind Sarias. Her fingers clenched, holding the hair tightly at the scalp. Maybe I want it for my own. This can be remedied. Her clawed fingers grazed the hair, as if they were threatening to slice it right off.
I've always wanted a blue throw rug.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:41 am
[Spectator Post]
Oh god she had been just staring at the ghoul! LW's cheeks managed to light up a little when Mei gestured towards the play and spoke. The she-wolf gave her an apologetic look and mumbled, "Sorry." She hadn't meant to, well just stare! LW had just been trying to figure out what the ghoul was. Best to just stare straight ahead. Yep. That was safest.
But it didn't last long. A ghoul had turned around in her chair and looked mighty pissed. LW tilted her had and watched. This was amusing. From what she could understand, the ghoul was not happy with the boil behind her. Equally amusing was the lime green hair of the boil in front of the ghoul she had been staring at before. Wow. That had to be the most intense hair color she had seen yet!
With a sigh, the she-wolf just slumped even more in her seat. Not much to do except watch the play or watch fellow spectator's.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 12:25 pm
SPECTATOR POST
Lucien's interest was slowly but surely leaving that of the play and more towards that of the audience. He thought he even felt a small object ping against his head but perhaps he was just imaging that. He wouldn't have been surprised if something did ping off his head because everything. always. went. for. his. head. Lucien had come to accept this terrible fate and hoped he wouldn't become too damaged for use because of it. He looked around and down in the distance a few rows down, Lucien caught sight of little ear wings flapping rather happily. He smiled, but his good thoughts were interrupted by two students having a rather serious spat beside him.
After the whole Christmas fiasco, Lucien couldn't see why everyone couldn't just work together. We all did it so well in Christmas! Why was it so hard to just sit and watch the play without ripping everyone's face off? He was at a dilemma, but he didn't want to disrupt the play anymore than everyone else had already so instead of crossed his legs and stared back at the play, trying to listen to the character's and their lines. After all, he'd never seen a play before!
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:34 pm
Spectator Post
"Oh! Thank you so much!" Belladonna cooed, somehow finding the strength within herself not to shout her thanks to Israfel across the theater. The pin was quickly taken and Belladonna returned to a normal seating position to fasten it to the little pinstriped vest she was currently wearing, figuring something more dressy than a low-cut top was needed for a play. The normal seating was quickly abandoned in favor of turning back around to face Israfel and the Miss Girl Without A Mouth. "And I think Miss Shehk and Nuk would make a wonderful couple. They're really only fooling themselves with this whole 'I don't date you' charade." Honestly, Belladonna knew it was Miss Shehk who didn't want to date Nuk, but the girl couldn't fathom why. He was an honestly nice boil even if he did take to calling the witch 'bubble-butt'. After the show she would be sure to give him a good punch on the arm for that, but also for a job well done.
"Yes, that's Barth! I don't think he'll be on stage though... Call it a feeling..." Best to sound as mysterious as possible. Realistically it was because Belladonna knew the boil was too lazy to actually get on stage without some help, remembering how stationary he had been during 'the event' as the siren was now referring to it. Fortunately, she was sure Colette would back this statement up with an appropriate response since they had all ventured together in the raid. Actually, Belladonna had been meaning to catch up with the others about what had happened when Braum had found her!
And then something very odd caught the young witch's eye. Miss Girl With No Mouth was doing a lot of head moving, her eyes pointedly staring at a certain person before she would direct her attention back to the stage only to look at someone else. For a moment she didn't understand, but it quickly made much more sense when Belladonna happened upon the idea that this girl was actually speaking to these people she was glaring upon without actually talking. What a marvelous concept!
"What are you saying to them? I can't hear. It must be something good, you're doing an awful lot of glaring!" Belladonna said, leaning over her seat to better look at, as well as address, the purple girl.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:17 am
Spectator PostYou know what is amazing? Blankets are amazing. It didn't matter that Merope had no use for one. Nevermind the fact that he was undead and never slept, or that his home was in the ocean resulting in no need for a blanket at all. But really, who cared? Merope was quite pleased with his acquisition, wearing it like a cozy robe as he sat in the audience and watched the mandatory school play. It hadn't occured to him that his lucky find was issued to him to reduce his natural bioluminescent glow, but hey! He had a blanket! The undead dragon shifted the blanket higher on his shoulders, trying to get comfortable. He twisted and turned in his seat before finally drawing his legs up, sitting like a decorative gargoyle stature hunched on a corner. That didn't last long, though, what with the person behind him kicking his chair and telling him to get down. "Blech," he grumbled, shifting his his seat and trying to get comfortable.
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