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 Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 2:38 pm
Spectator Post
Since her first nonsensical question to Miss No Mouth had been ignored while she started a fight with a pretty looking ghost, the witch instead clamped her mouth shut and promptly turned back around to her own seat. Sure she took a quick peek back or two, but as soon as both girls were attacked and squeezed to submission by their seats, Belladonna returned her full attention to the action on stage. Or, well, most of her attention as she gingerly patted the seat she was sitting on, whispering lovely things about it in hopes it would not attack her. But then any sort of sweet whisperings were cut short by the lights going out (would she ever be able to have that happen and NOT fear for her life?!) only to reappear with one very large, red man on stage.
"Is that... Is that actually Sandy Claws?!" Belladonna sputtered as quietly as possible, but instantly regretted it because it sounded so jackdamned stupid. There was no way in hell that could be the Real Sandy Claws, now could it? Of course not! They hadn't be raiding Christmastown to capture Sandy Claws because he had been out delivering presents... But... But destroying all his guards mean that he was out of protection when he did return? And wasn't the Headmistress rather wicked in her ways? Maybe... Maybe that WAS Sandy Claws! And if it was... Belladonna had a very many things to say regarding his home. Especially about ninjas and how unfriendly they were. And their ugly blue kimonos. Tch!
"Erm... I think the voice is Barth's, but the person on stage is someone I don't know... I've never even seen him actually!" Which was surprising as the witch made it a special point to met as many people as she could. In fact, she didn't know who the metal beaked boil or the girl with a stomach-mouth was for that matter. Huh... Her socializing abilities sure had gone down recently! That would certainly need fixing after the play... And discovering if that was really Sandy Claws too...
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 3:59 pm
Spectator Post
Kasumi sat back in her chair, pondering the whole situation with the enthusiasm of a scientist. The Sandy Claws' shape was vaguely familiar, like she had known it before. Before all of this happened. Before Christmastown, before the school, before classes and even before Halloween itself. Blinking, she tried to focus on the feeling, but it faded away just as fast, as if she was never meant to remember it in the first place. The ghost shook her head and decided to actually look around and noticed she was sitting near to her friend Belladonna. The book on the ghoul's lap was marked at the basic history of Halloweentown, which is what Kasumi was currently brushing up on. There were some things she still did not know, not having grown up here like the vast majority of other students.
Many students were enthralled, in one way or another, with the school's production. Kasumi would look up, watch for a few moments and retreat to the pages of her book, linking what she saw on stage with what appeared in the text. It spoke of a one Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, who was represented on stage. He was the primary ruler of sorts of the plane known as Halloween, the plane in which she now resided. It spoke of his exploits as one of the greatest, if not the greatest, denizens of this world. He had mastered FEAR in ways that others could only dream about. It all made sense now - the students were reenacting history as a means of preserving the tradition and passing the information down from one generation to the others. It all made sense!
"I understand!" Kasumi said aloud and immediately hushed herself. She was still quite embarrassed by her general lack of Halloween knowledge, but at least most people didn't judge her by it. Belladonna was especially forgiving and even understood Kasumi's visions. It was comforting to know someone was like that here in the school. Sitting back in her chair, Kasumi continued to watch. She resigned herself to take in the history of Halloween one event at a time (and one volume of history at a time!) and slowly antiquate herself with everything. Eventually, she may be able to assist other ghosts with what she'd learned.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:21 pm
SPECTATOR POST
Lilith had kept quiet most of the duration of the play as she made a small attempt to watch it. Not much happened play wise, but there were a few distractions from the audience. She had mostly ignored the commotion that some of the students had made though as they were picking fights with each other. It had been pretty much a snooze fest, something Lilith was sure a sloth demon she had known would enjoy. That's when the young necromancer's attention focused. She had heard something she didn't expect to hear. It was familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it as she watched the stage. It sounded just like the sloth demon she had allowed to take care of her follyjox, but... she couldn't see him. What she seen was definitely not her sloth demon.
The more she listened though, ignoring most of the other actors as she tried to narrow in on where the voice was coming from, the more she became certain that it was his voice. It was her sloth demon. It was him, but where was he? It was certainly coming from the stage, but she did not see him anywhere. She couldn't really imagine the sloth demon as someone who would act in a school play. She would definitely have to remember to go visit him, she hadn't seen him since she transferred to the school and she had to pick up her follyjox! All this was definitely reminding her how much she missed her pet.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:42 pm
Actor's Post: Oogie Boogie
The Hunchback was still breathless from the dance number, wobbling now as he tried to peer out of the eye holes for signs of their next queue. Breathing deeply through his nose, he shifted to catch a sight of red being clutched tightly by G, and somewhat apprehended by the other "Oogie Cronies". But who... he didn't remember there being a big fat man in red on the stage before... it couldn't possibly.... Suddenly, realization dawned, and the water balloon launcher was instinctively wrenched around to face the horrific apparition on stage. Unfortunately, the sharp act made it fire too soon, the balloon whizzing across the stage to collide with Shehk, rather than the fat man in red, nor the sleepy demon back stage.
Oh, Hell's Bells.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:46 pm
Actor's Post: Oogie Boogie
The only vocal accompaniment for the sudden on-stage drenching was a dark and miserable,
"Let's party."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:33 pm
ACTOR POST: Jack
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Oh, someone was going to die that day.
Perhaps the greatest lamentation of the day was to be that Shehk was wearing a dark jacket over her white shirt, so there was no 'wet t-shirt' to be had that way. Then again, the utter look of pure YOU ARE GOING TO DIE may have been a distraction enough, her brows furrowing together angrily and her lips tightening into a scowl.
"Oh you want to party do you?" Shehk hissed. Well, if she was going to keep stuff happening, it was not out of what the script required, placing both hands on her hips and looking to Nuk before gesturing to the Sandy-Claws-Captors.
"Shall we?" she asked, obviously inviting 'Sally' to help her in her ANGRY MAULING OF CLASSMATE rather than telling Zero to 'Sic 'em'. Though she did seem to at least pass Tybalt a look to 'offer' a come-along for it before the Pricolici began to stalk across the stage.
Unhappiness, there was some.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:44 pm
Spectator Post
All thoughts of being restricted by her seat vanished when she saw the stage.
There was a distinct feeling of unease when she realized that the fat man sitting there may have been the actual Sandy Claws. The idea that perhaps this had been the ultimate goal of that harrowing trip brought her a sickening feeling in her gut. Unless they sacrificed him right then and there on the stage, she was going to be very, very angry.
All of these thoughts blended into the background when Malodore made his entrance. She further enjoyed the sight of G grabbing the fat man and bringing him into a big hug. Squeeze harder, G, she wanted to tell him, but held her mental tongue. Lastly, Christof's grand entrance made her stir. She didn't want to admit it, but.. that contraption did look rather good. Christof was a clever igor, she couldn't deny it. Her eyes glimmered proudly at the slew of people on stage who she felt she could call her own.
Then, all hell broke loose. Water balloons? What. Just what.
She would wave goodbye to Christof, but her hands were currently pinned to the seat. She would miss her helpful little igor when Shehk killed him. What a shame.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:23 pm
ACTOR POST: Zero
During the time Tybalt wasn't carrying out his role, he was watching all the commotion that was going on in the audience. For the longest time there seemed to be a lot of bickering and just when it seemed as though a fight was about to break out, the chairs had intervened and restrained all of those involved. Drat! It may be a good thing that no one got hurt and that the play hadn't been interrupted, but he wanted to see a fight! Seriously! Right now, seeing a fight, would have been much more interesting than playing out the role of 'Zero' or participating in this play for that matter. It was so boring! And the lines... Talk about cheesy. Made him wonder who exactly wrote the script... Though thankfully all was not lost! Because what he didn't know, was that his wish was about to be granted!
Seconds after the the sloth demon had spoken his lines, Tybalt heard another sound---a 'splash' and only when he brought his attention back to the stage did he realize what had happened. It was a water balloon. Or rather, was a water balloon. Twice before he had heard a splash, but both had hit Barth, backstage. This time? This time, unfortunately for Christof, it hit Shehk. How it happened, he wasn't sure, but from the look on her face, she was not about to let it slide. In fact, it looked like all hell was about to break loose!
Finally! Some action! Just when he thought this play was beyond help, the hunchback had just 'saved' the day! Unfortunately at the cost of his own life. Poor guy.
Tybalt was excited now. What better way to wrap up the play than an all out brawl of both sides? Besides, he was supposed to attack and chase them off stage. So technically he wouldn't be acting out of character. Maybe a little more violent, but not completely out of character. So when the Pricolici sent him the little 'invite', he gladly accepted with a wide crooked grin and lunged forward to strike at the 'antagonist' of the play. Hell! He could even pay Sandy Claws back for all the crap he endured on the raid! This was gonna' be great!
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 6:48 am
[Spectator Post!]
Perhaps she had been paying more attention to the Envy Demon than the stage as a means to distract herself from the murdering of a classic that was the school play, but when she finally forced herself to turn back towards the stage... She couldn't help looking rather shocked; there was a plump man in red that felt odd to her. First off, she did not recognize him, and she thought that she knew most of the students by face after having been in school for almost a year. Secondly, he looked authentic - like the real Sandy Claws... But that is impossible, right?
"Livi... That couldn't be the real deal, could it?" She gestured towards the man G was holding onto in what she would describe as a spine-breaking hug, "We did raid Christmas prior to this play, after all..." Of course, it was all a guess; it could be her being paranoid, or perhaps the horribleness of the play was getting to her head and causing her thoughts to go haywire - yes, that must be it.
She frowned slightly at the look on Shehk's face as she stomped towards Christof; somehow, she doubted that the ghoul was in-character... That was Shehk going for Christof's head, not Jack going for Oogie Boogie.
Now she's worried.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 4:54 pm
SPECTATOR POST
In an empty seat near Belladonna, a ghost girl appeared. She was fidgeting with her skellyphone, finishing off a text that she appeared to have been laboring over for quite some time.
"Finally made it..." Alwine Van Brunt thumped her neck against the back of the seat. "You should be getting a text from me soon, Bella, expressing my deepest apologies for being this late. I can't even begin to summarize how incredibly sorry I am for all of.. this..."
What was that strange man on the stage?
"What is that strange man on the stage?" asked Alwine. At least her thought process was simple, right? Then another realization dawned on her and she shrieked: "I missed him sing, didn't I?! I'm so sorrrryyyyyyy!!!!"
The ghost opened up her carpetbag and pulled out her favorite minipet, Pumpkin, to nervously roll in her hands. It helped keep her calm and (mostly) stopped her from flooding the auditorium with multiple apologies.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 1:40 am
((Spectator post))
As water was slung and songs were sung a single siren sat off stage is somber silence. Last he recalled this was not summer time. Water ballons were for summer antics, or, for being filled with nastiness and hurled at your enemies. They also could ruin a good outfit. He may have had experience in all three sorts of activities, yet none were quite prevalent as Israfel frowned when Shehk face took a dive towards blood thirsty.
Shehk he knew she was undead. With very sharp fangs. A pico something. Pico de gallo? That was some kind of thing from the human world though. It sounded tasty. In fact, the more Israfel thought about it, the more and more hungry he realized he was becoming. Fishing in his pockets for some candy, he pulled out one item. It was white and red. The wrapper of a peppermint. It made him reflect on how he'd never tried the candy of Christmas, and for good reason given the reigh-
Thoughts shut down.
Reindeer.
Gizmo.
Israfel started to make tiny unhappy noises as he saw santa on stage.
Gizmo was dead. She'd died. Israfel had inadvertantly gotten her killed. He killed one of Santa's deer. Granted the actor wasn't, couldn't, be the real Santa, Israfel felt guilty. "Gizmooooooo...." He made a tiny wobbling noise. he'd be sure to go hug his ghost Reindeer later. Until then, he sat in his seat, sniffling, hoping that Shehk would either fight and be totally kick a**, or, make out with Nuk.
He was holding out for that skullface action, even in his self induced sorrow.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:48 am
Spectator Post
When Kasumi suddenly shouted 'I understand', the witch jumped in her seat. When Shek was hit with a water balloon, she jumped again. When Alwine suddenly materialized (unfortunately on the ruffled jacket that was occupying the seat until the ghost-girl arrived) next to Belladonna, the witch couldn't help but let out a tiny gasp of surprise, jumping a little then too. And when Israfel began whimpering behind her, she jumped one final time, whipping around to look at him.
This jack-damned Maybe Sandy Claws was making her NERVOUS!
"What do you understand Kasumi??" The witch asked, leaning around Alwine to ask since Kasumi was in the next seat over. Belladonna would have asked her to sit next to her, but the girl had brought a book with her and she had figured she would want to read that instead of watch the play, so saved the seat directly next to her for the once-missing Alwine. "And don't apologize silly! I don't think he's sung yet.... Though, this play is kind of a disaster if we're being honest." Belladonna whispered to Alwine after attempting to pat her shoulder and only going through bandages until she hit lace. Oops! Ignoring what was going on on-stage, she turned around in her seat to offer a pet for Israfel. "I don't know what's going on, but it's ok. Ok?" She asked him, her palm repeatedly touching his knee in a comforting gesture.
"That's not really him." Was the only thing she could say that seemed to make her feel better. And honestly it didn't. She just hoped that someone on stage or a teacher or anyone would come forth and say "Yup. This is Sandy Claws. Come and get 'em" because that was the only viable option at this moment.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 12:40 pm
Actor Post: Oogie Boogie
((Assuming it's okay to post a reaction post >o> ))
Christof gaped in horror through the crack of his puppet at Shehk's drenched and disgruntled expression, backing up towards the side of the stage as much as he could. Oh candlejack, oh Bats in a Belfry oh HELL'S BELLS! All thoughts of the fat man in red were suddenly lost as his small peep-hole in the suit showed a black dog-like student he only knew vaguely from rehearsals grinning widely as he approached, panic welling up in his chest. He didn't REALLY want to be pummeled! It... it was all acting right?? The balloon had been an accident and.. and...
The hunchback nearly tripped, running madly from the "Ghost-Dog" towards the Fat man and G, trying desperately to take cover from the impending fists and dismemberment. Oogie Boogie wasn't being cowardly he was... he was... being INTELLIGENT. Right.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 4:09 pm
[Actor Post: Lock]
... Apparently it was time to run and be chased, now? Malodore was more than ready to get off the stage, though it really would have liked to keep visiting tiny torments on Sandy Claws. The plague doctor gave the fat man another pinch! with its pointy claws before elbowing Gargantuan. "Psst! It's time to drop him and run!"
That said, it stepped away, fleeing from Tybalt on the dog's next pass, hissing and spitting in apparent frustration as it pelted its way off stage.
... well thank Candlejack that was over ...
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 2:48 am
It was far from over.
The rowdy, mangled atrocity of a school play seemed to go on forever. Several more of the so-called actors were badly injured, and a few would spend the next week dropping in on Dr. Hyde in the misplaced hope that he'd offer them some form actual counseling. The play was disrupted more than once, as fights and even a small fire broke out in the audience. Eventually the teachers stopped breaking them up and began placing bets instead. The casualties included a number of chairs, a curtain, three gnomes, and a bottle of smuggled cider.
The cider and chairs were greatly mourned, but Hellma had wanted to replace that curtain for awhile anyways.
Several hours later found the theatre empty and silent, save for the muffled sounds of struggle underneath the stage. A small smile graced Hellma's lips and the shadows quivered. Even after all this, the fat man was still pretty lively. Walking onto the stage, the headmistress casually snapped her fingers and the stage's trap door flew up. The sound of struggle ceased for a moment until she peered down at the tied up figure below, after which he began to thrash with renewed fury.
"This, it is no good lobster man," she tsked at him. "You must still a bit so that we may have little talk, you and I. Once we talk, you may go free, deal?" Her shadow reached down and loosened the man's gag.
Santa was silent for several full minutes, try to collect himself. He was Santa after all. Santa didn't loose his temper. He was cool. Like frostbite. He didn't go around yelling and cursing. A little property damage? Ho ho! No problem! A little assault and abduction?! He'd been there, done that centuries ago! A horrible perversion of a story he was actually rather fond of? Well, he was Santa Claus, not Santa Critic!
Hellma watched him come to terms with his situation in the manner of one viewing a small adorable puppy repeatedly run into a glass door.
And so what if he'd been crushed and mauled and singed and pinched and poked and bitten during said play? So what if after the play he'd been stuck inside this small, cramped, smelly little cubby for hours until this very moment?
So what if...so what if...
Hellma raised an eyebrow as the man in red began to practically vibrate with rage.
"YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST LET ME SAY MY OWN LINES!"
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"THAT GNOME HAD NO PASSION! NO JOY! THE MERRY TWINKLE ISN'T JUST ABOUT THE EYES YOU KNOW! ITS ABOUT THE TIMBRE OF THE VOICE AS WELL! I CAN UNDERSTAND WANTING ME TO STAR IN THIS HORRIBLE ATTEMPT AT THEATRE BUT I AM NOT JUST A PRETTY SET PIECE TO LOOK AT! NO ONE CAN 'HO HO HO!' LIKE I CAN! NOBODY BRINGS THE MERRY LIKE I DO. A MERE GNOME CANNOT STEP TO THIS, YOU...YOU...YOU HELLMA SHOX!"
The headmistress sighed again, and waited for Santa's sneaky hate spiral to wind down.
"AND MY HAT! ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS TOOK MY HAT! THAT IS SANTA'S HAT! WHY WOULD THEY EVEN WANT IT? DON'T YOUR HALLOWEEN STUDENTS PREFER THINGS LIKE THUMBS OR EARS AS TROPHIES?!"
...
It took awhile.
"I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK THAT YOUR ICE ELF GAVE ME EITHER. HE WAS GIVING ME SASS WITH THAT LOOK."
...
A long while.
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