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 Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 1:52 pm
Azzo nodded, "Ah, sorry I'm still trying to remember names since there's a lot I forgot over ... well a while." He was thinking thumbing idly through the pages.
"Yes... A scene, I'm not sure which one I'd like to do, they're all particularly interesting." He'd read most of it when he got the new book. However he had stopped to skim through poems and things included in the book and then continued to read so he wasn't quite finished. It was easier to do things when you could make them interesting though. Which would've been why the puppet, that was trying to get away, was in his bag. Mainly a puppet of a King (who was trying to escape), there was a Queen in there too though. "Personally I like Act five scene one where they're in the churchyard?"
He paused, "If we're going that far in the play that is. And you like the scene as well." He grinned, "There's a good bit of lines too, and interesting characters."
He happened to finally notice out of the corner of his eye, that the puppet was trying to make an escape, as he moved a hand to push the puppet back in the bag and lean on the nearest wall after having found the scene he thought might be most interesting, if Tallulah approved, not to mention Laertes was also in there. "Oh do you read better sitting or standing?" He asked curiously as he was comfortable on the wall.
He paused lofting a brow, "Sure, I walk home anyways so it's not like I'd miss the bus or what have you. I could also do it any day you wish, kick boxing doesn't really take up till late anyways, were you thinking at the school or one of ours houses. If one of our houses then there'd be food and what not if need be."
He paused again thinking, "though if you happen to want to practice over at my house, you'd have to be wary of grams." He added in, feeling it only fair to warn people he invited or offered to allow his home for study proposes. "She likes to stuff people with cookies and whatever other sweets she's made."
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 2:09 pm
As soon as he said "Act five, scene one," Tallulah immediately flipped to the page. She skimmed it and nodded, trying to restrain her eagerness just a little bit. "Hamlet and Laertes's duel in the grave of Ophelia," she surmised. (Goody, Laertes!) "That sounds good."
She nibbled her thumbnail delicately and considered the question of locations for a bit. She wasn't so keen on bringing anyone back to her house - her room was meticulously organized and she didn't, as a general rule, allow anyone in there. Finding classrooms to practice in after school was fine... until the janitors kicked you out.
"How about your house," she said. Despite beginning with 'how about,' though, it was less a question or a suggestion and more of a command. If her reputation had not preceded her, Azzo was about to get a taste of what it was like to work with the a**l-retentive Valedictorian-hopeful of the Junior class. "Where do you live, and when's good for you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 2:22 pm
Azzo nodded with a smile. "Great, then we have a scene."
He smiled, "That's fine with me. Grams likes a little extra company anyways." He paused, "I can draw you a map if you want. Though if tomorrows good we can walk there together. If you don't mind a little exercise." He said with a grin.
Perhaps, Azzo hadn't heard completely about her a**l-retentive habits, however he'd attended school with one Fallon Iva Novette-Naim, even though he couldn't remember much. She'd surely start to remind him of Fallon's habits even if he couldn't remember Fallon or much about the girl, he'd probably remember having run into similar habits before.
He actually didn't mind working with a**l-retentive people. "I do have to say, if you're interested, I also have some props we can use. That is to help illustrate which character is talking. Though it might not be your thing, which is cool too." Hopefully his 'meat locker' of a room wouldn't frighten Tallulah. Even if it was semi creepy... what with all the eyes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 2:29 pm
For a moment, the girl could not help but just blink in confusion. Damian had literally moved to read over her shoulder. Literally. Not too many people would have done that. Most would have just scooted closer and read along next to her. This was just making her feel weird more than anything. It was like she was taking a test, and the teacher was staring at what she had been working on.
It was one way to make an already self conscious girl even more aware of what she was doing. With each page she turned in her book, her fingers seemed to hesitate. On occasion, it would take a couple attempts for her to turn the page. It was only when a finger planted itself firmly on the page that she truly stopped. Her indigo eyes followed the finger down to skim over the scene.
"I g-guess th-this could work." As long as Yvette was getting Ophelia's lines, and not Laertes' lines. The strange thing about partners is you never knew what the other one wanted. Sometimes a boy would rather read the female parts, solely for the irony. Or because the girl's part was shorter.
Regardless, the girl promptly folded the bottom corner of the page. She did a basic fold, using her thumb to squish it down, but then to make the edges crisper, she used a nail to sharpen the fold. "Uh... um..."
Her tiny voice paused before she voiced what was on her mind. "M-maybe we should ask Mr. Gordon for a pass to go to the library. S-so you can get either your book, or maybe for you to make a copy of what we need to read tomorrow..." It was a good idea, but the dark-haired girl sounded ridiculously uncertain of the suggestion.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:15 pm
Sometimes Damian didn't realize how like a creeper he came off. To him staring over somebodies shoulder wasn't a breach of personal space. But then again, the boy really had no concept of personal space to speak of.
After he pointed out a page and she agreed to the scene the red head grinned and then moved back into his seat. With the scene he picked he'd be getting most of the lines, but he didn't really mind. Standing up in front of the class never bothered him, and he had a fairly decent memory.
Catching Yvette's suggestion Damian nodded. "That's a good idea, I was doing Othello before so I still need to pick up Hamlet." Glancing around he looked for Mr. Gordon, spotting him across the room he turned back to Yvette, "I'll go ask, you just hold on." Standing up he crossed the room, stopping next to the teacher. "Uh, Mr. Gordon? Me and Yvette were wondering if we could get a pass to the library? I just transferred in so I don't have my book yet."
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 3:15 pm
Mr. Gordon looked up from his laptop screen, which apparently held something deeply engrossing, as he hadn't looked up at the class in about five minutes. Possibly it was an assignment. Possibly it was Bubble Bobble. "You can go right ahead," he said affably, pulling out one of his desk drawers to do exactly that, "though honestly, class is pretty soon over so I suggest you kids just wait and do that on your lunch break. Your presentation isn't due till tomorrow." He thought for a moment and made a face. "Though if you just transferred in, you should come and talk to me -- we'll get you started on catch-up for the semester so you're not too lost. So, Damian -- it's Damian, right? -- so, Omen," he rested his chin in his hands, "where did you transfer from?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 3:41 pm
Doe-eyed Yvette simply nodded her head at her partner. If one listened carefully, they could make out the tiny "'kay!" she squeaked out. She watched Damian for a bit, but when she saw Mr. Gordon taking his time with the pass, she figured it would be best to try to take a look over her parts. Hopefully she wouldn't get downgraded for her voice being so quiet.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:13 pm
When Mr. Gordon mentioned that class was almost over Damian's eyes automatically went up to look at the clock. It seemed the teacher was right, class was almost over. Damian was a bit surprised, it didn't seem like that much time had gone by, but then again he had come in late.
When Mr. Gordon questioned his name he nodded. "Yeah," He confirmed that his named was indeed Damian, a bit surprised that Mr. Gordon remembered it. He'd had teachers that couldn't remember his name after a semester of him being in their class. "Oh, I transferred from Ms. Spitz's afternoon class, I started TAing for Ceramics so they had to change my schedule around. We were doing Othello in her class."
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