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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 11:00 pm
Resting before your eyes is the playbill belonging to Simba and Noah Vasser (Ieeko). Please take care to be courteous in your observances.
Do not post without proper permission!
«« Simba »»
Name: Simba
Production: The Lion King on Broadway
Date of Appearance: April 28th, 2008
Guardian: Noah Vasser (Ieeko)
Sex: Male
Age: Child
Ambitions: ---
Nightmares: ---
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 12:49 am
«« t a b l e o f c o n t e n t s »»
¤ Hakuna Matata || Contents
¤ The Lion Sleeps || Simba
¤ African Ticket || The Lion King on Broadway
¤ He Watches Over || Noah Vasser
¤ Lion's Pride || Acquaintances
¤ Everything Light Touches || Inventory
¤ In Your Reflection || Pictures
¤ The Sun Will Rise || Directory
¤ The Circle of Life || Credits
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It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem free philosophy
Hakuna Matata
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 1:11 am
Name: Simba
Production: The Lion King on Broadway
Stage: Child
D.o.B: April 28th
Species: Spotlight | Lion
Sex: Male
Guardian: Noah Vasser
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Saddle Brown
Skin Tone: Dust Brown
Height: ---
Weight: ---
Build: Average
Distinguishing Features:
-Tattoo Markings
- Lion's Tail
Attire: Tribal Influence
Likes: ---
Dislikes: ---
Theme: I Just Can't Wait to Be King - Elton John
Personality: ---_________________________________________________
Free to run around all day
Free to do it all my way
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:53 pm
 
The Lion King on Broadway is a Tony and Oliver Award Winning musical based on the 1994 Disney production, The Lion King. It debuted in 1997, and as of the present date has been established along many notable theatre-strips, such as Broadway, West End, and the equivalents. As of 2008, it is one of the highest grossing productions in the industry; it celebrated its tenth anniversary in 2007, performing for the first time on the African Continent and in Paris, France.
"The Lion King takes place in the fictional Pride Lands of Africa, where a lion rules over the other animals as king. At the beginning of the film, Rafiki, a wise old mandrill shaman, (commonly mistaken as a baboon), anoints Simba, the newborn cub of King Mufasa and Queen Sarabi, and presents him to a massive gathering of animals at Pride Rock. Meanwhile, Mufasa's younger brother, Scar, realizes that he is no longer the heir to the throne and plots to kill both Simba and his father in order to usurp it.
When Simba has grown into a young cub, Mufasa brings him on a tour of the Pride Lands, teaching him about the Circle of Life, the delicate balance affecting all living things, which the king must maintain. The tour is cut short when Mufasa's adviser, the hornbill Zazu, alerts him of hyena sightings in the Pride Lands, and Mufasa sends a disappointed Simba home while he deals with the threat. Back at Pride Rock, Scar piques Simba's curiosity about the elephant graveyard, a place beyond the northern borders of the Pride Lands, where Mufasa has forbidden Simba to go. Simba, trying to prove his courage, takes his best friend Nala to the elephant graveyard, fooling Zazu along the way. At the graveyard, the cubs are greeted by Shenzi, Banzai and Ed, Scar's hyena minions who attempt to kill the cubs. Fortunately, they are rescued by Mufasa at the nick of time.
Mufasa scolds Simba on the way home, and explains to Simba that being brave doesn't mean looking for trouble. When Simba asks if his father will always be with him, Mufasa tells his son that the great kings of the past watch from the stars, just as he will watch over Simba one day when the sun sets on his time. Meanwhile, Scar becomes furious, as he intended for the hyenas to kill the cubs. Plotting further, Scar gathers more hyenas and buys their loyalty by claiming that if he becomes king, they'll never go hungry again.
Some time later, Scar lures Simba into a gorge for a "surprise from his father," while the hyenas engineer a wildebeest stampede down into the gorge where Simba is. Alerted by an insincerely dramatic Scar, Mufasa races to rescue his son from the stampede. The king successfully saves his son, but struggles to bring himself to safety. As Mufasa helplessly clings on to a steep cliff, he asks Scar for help, but Scar flings his brother into the raging stampede below, after mocking him with the words "long live the king." Simba rushes down to his father's body, and tries to wake up the dead king to no avail. An approaching Scar convinces Simba that the young cub was responsible for his father's death, and recommends that he flee the Pride Lands, never to return. As Simba is running off, Scar sends his hyena henchmen to kill Simba again, but as Simba flees, the hyenas break off pursuit and let him escape. Hurling threats that he will be killed if ever seen again, the hyenas return to Scar and lie that they have murdered the cub. Informed that both Mufasa and Simba were killed, the pride regretfully allows Scar to assume the throne as the closest of kin. Still mourning, they are told the hyenas are now part of the pride.
Simba collapses in a distant desert, where he is found by Timon and Pumbaa, a comical meerkat-warthog duo who adopt and raise Simba under their carefree "Hakuna Matata" lifestyle.
When Simba has grown into an adult, he is discovered by his childhood friend Nala, who relays that Scar's mad and tyrannical reign has devastated the Pride Lands, turning it into a barren wasteland. She asks Simba to return and take his rightful place as king, but Simba refuses, still guilty about supposedly causing his father's death.
Simba then shows Nala around and they find themselves in love. But immediately afterwards, Nala tells Simba that she doesn't understand why he won't return to Pride Rock. The two become angry, confused, and end up in a quarrel. However, Rafiki shows up and indirectly persuades Simba to return home with a series of metaphors. Combined with an appearance of the ghost of Mufasa, Simba realizes his responsibility and heads back to Pride Rock, followed by Timon, Pumbaa and Nala.
 Once back at Pride Rock, Simba confronts his uncle. Afraid of losing the throne, Scar announces to the pride that Simba was responsible for Mufasa's death. He then corners Simba at the edge of Pride Rock with his hyenas, resulting in a scene similar to Mufasa's death. As Simba dangles over the edge of Pride Rock, an over-confident Scar reveals the truth about Mufasa's death. Enraged, Simba leaps up and pins Scar to the ground, forcing him to admit his wrongdoings. A fierce battle between the lionesses and the hyenas ensues. Rafiki, Zazu, Timon, and Pumbaa join in the fray as well.
Atop Pride Rock's peak, Simba finally corners Scar. Attempting to gain Simba's mercy, Scar tries to surreptitiously blame everything on the hyenas, but Shenzi, Banzai and Ed overhear this betrayal. Simba demands that Scar leave the Pride Lands and never return, like Scar told Simba to do years earlier. Scar pretends to leave, but promptly attacks Simba, resulting in a violent final duel. Simba eventually triumphs over his uncle by kicking him over a low cliff. Scar manages to survive and staggers to his paws, but finds himself surrounded by the now resentful hyenas. The hyenas approach their fallen leader and devour him alive.
Simba then reconciles with his family and regains the throne, ushering in good times for the Pridelands. He and Nala join together as King and Queen, inevitably continuing the 'Circle of Life'."
The Musical Adaption of The Lion King incorporates several key changes, mostly additions building on the lives of other characters within the universe. In example, several scenes depict Mufasa's distress over the wild nature of his son, and an alternative arch is offered through the perspective of Nala under the tyrannical reign of King Scar as he goes mad with power and fear. Hints of Scar's distress and his initial jealousy are, again, elaborated on in eloquent ways depicting his insanity and grief. The shaman, Rafiki, is also altered, the character being made female, as the director, Julie Taymore, felt there was an absence of strong female leads.
The atmosphere and style of the production itself is heavily influenced by African tribal themes, puppet-theatre, and enormous masks. Many of the animals portrayed in the production are actors in costume using extra tools to move their costumes. For example, the giraffes are portrayed by actors carefully walking on stilts. For principal characters such as Mufasa and Scar, the costumes feature mechanical headpieces that can be raised and lowered to foster the illusion of a cat "lunging" at another. Other characters, such as the hyenas, Zazu, Timon and Pumbaa are portrayed by actors in life-sized puppets or costumes. In many ways, The Lion King on Broadway is credited for masterfully blending the animal world with the human world in theatre, offering viewers the chance to appreciate both the story and the art of its delivery.
The stage-adaption utilizes several musical numbers from the film, and builds upon them with new additions composed primarily by Elton John, Tim Rice, and Lebo M. Its track listings reach a grand total of seventeen songs, including instrumentals or rhythms added to back certain scenes, such as the stampede. _________________________________________________
It's the circle of life, and it moves us all
Through despair and hope; through faith and love
Until we find our place on the path unwinding
In the circle of life
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 8:28 pm
Name: Noah Vasser
Age: 24
D.o.B.: April 23rd
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Occupation: Actor
Residence: The West Theatre
Hair Color: Slick Black
Eye Color: Ocean Blue
Skin Tone: Pale Peach
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160 lb.
Build: Average Lean
Distinguishing Features:
- Birthmark (left shoulder blade)
Attire: Casual Wear
Likes: ---
Dislikes: ---
Theme: ---
Personality: ---
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He lives in you
He lives in me
He watches over
Everything we see
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 8:51 pm
--- _________________________________________________
And where the journey may lead me
Let your prayer be my guide
I can not stay here, my family
But I'll remember my pride
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 8:57 pm
--- _________________________________________________
Everything the light touches is our kingdom.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 9:00 pm
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That's not my father. That's just my reflection
No. Look Harder.
You see, he lives in you.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:23 pm
The Stage of Stars || Simba's Arrival _________________________________________________
I know that the night must end
And that the sun will rise
I know that the clouds must clear
And that the sun will shine.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:28 pm
Spotlight © Ieeko & Flamefire123
Simba's Original Character © The Walt Disney Company
Simba' Interpretation © Ieeko
Official Artwork © Ieeko
The Lion King on Broadway © The Walt Disney Company
Noah Vasser © Ieeko
Banners © Ieeko
Lion Doodles © Ieeko
Production Graphics © Wikipedia.org _________________________________________________
Until we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle, the circle of life
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:30 pm
The Stage of Stars Word has always told the legend of the power of the Theatre. It is the bridge between fantasy and reality. It is the sanctuary for characters, both famous and unheard of - and it is the place in which no item of thought is beyond man's wildest dreams. There is magic to the Theatre and its scripts. There is sorcery ... which begins with the performance.
The archaic floorboards had creaked beneath his feet as he strolled throughout the empty hallways, teeming with their dust and cobwebs. The occasional spider greeted him, crawling down the wall, but he paid little heed. There were more important matters within his mind; the most notable was finding a place to stay for a few hours.
The move had been awful to the boy known as Timothy. It had transported him miles from his familiar setting. His friends. His teachers. His home. They had all vanished into thin air upon the announcement of some ridiculous will he and his brother, Noah, had received. As it had read:
To Mr. Noah & Timothy Vasser,
We regret to inform you of the passing of the late Robert Vasser.
By his final request, we contact you with the information of your
inheritance. Mr. Robert Vasser has entrusted the deed to his
establishment, the West Theatre, to you. Please report to the
Durem City Hall and bring proper identification along with this
letter to have the deed signed over.
Regards.
A theatre. They had inherited an entire, run-down, shack of a theatre from some relative neither of them had ever heard of. Yet, it had been opportunity. His brother had made the investment clear. He would own a stage - they would own a stage - and they could put it to good use. They could tend to it, fix it up, and the performances would be more than enough to live off of. "No more rent, Timothy. No more noodles. No more thrift shops. Don't you see? This is what we've been waiting for! Think about it; Mom and Dad would want this for us. They would want us to get out of this town. Here's our chance." - those had been the words. In the end, there had been reason to the argument his brother had proposed, but it did not mean that Timothy would be happy. He had began life at a new educational institution. A fine one, as it was often put. Nevertheless, he was a miserable boy in frequent conflict with a small number of students. The stealing of his books, the taunting of his name, his glasses, his size --- his own brother's career! It was unbearable. He could not stand the school, and that was why he sought his hiding place within the prodigious building.
Without a word, Timothy had turned a corner and passed through a set of broken double-doors. His feet had shuffled to a stop as he lifted his head, gawking at the sight of the lustrous stage. A smile had been born upon his face. The rows of chairs, with their plush cushions, seemed to dance like the sea in an optical illusion. The stage, though in dire need of a sweep, was a rich oak - and its curtain was equally as marvelous, standing as navy drapery with elegant golden stars trickling down it with giant tassels. Hesitantly, Timothy removed his red blazer. He had folded it; then he had set it aside on one of the chairs as he advanced towards the stage. The closer he got, the more he was drawn. There was ... There was something on the stage?
He had knelt down and bent over the item, observing it with peculiarity. It was an enormous book. A shimmering, rich book of regal quality. It looked official, that much he knew - with its color matching the curtain and its luxurious golden print. The Book of Scripts.
Timothy had licked his lip as he began to open the cover. His tiny fingers had curled about it, pulling with great strength. Soon it had fallen open with a slight clatter, reveling nothing more than blank pages. A pout had surface as Timothy began to lean forward, flipping through the pages until he had come to one within the center. His mouth had dropped as something seemed to draw itself upon the page. Something was coming from the book - there was something solidifying from the thing!
"Timothy!"
A voice had ripped through the intense silence. Quickly, Timothy had flipped the book shut. He had turned his head, and it was there that he found his elder brother hurrying down the aisle in a bit of a bitter fit.
"What do you think you're doing? You were supposed to catch the bus! It's already ---" Noah had fretted, checking his watch, tapping it and glowering all the while. He paced, he rubbed his eyes, and he seemed to panic at each moment. "You know I can't leave today. Someone's coming today - you know that right? In just a few bloody minutes! Right, Timothy? A few bloody minutes --- I ought to skin you. What were you thinking? What?"
Indeed. Someone was coming and Noah would not leave. That thought had made timothy smile inwardly. His plan to escape the confines of the prison-school had been flawless. Miss the bus and Noah would have no way to send him. He wouldn't have to go.
"I'll reschedule." Noah had said with a sigh. "Get your coat and your books. I won't have you missing classes. You're not ill; you can walk - you're going to school." With that, Noah had began to turn, murmuring something about stress, blood pressure, and responsibility. He seemed utterly furious, the look on his face similar to a blazing fire.
Yet, Timothy was unconcerned. He was more concerned with those words. I'll reschedule. Reschedule! His plan hadn't included a reschedule! As he thought of a way to turn the situation around, he glanced toward the book he had just shut moments before. The cover was open. It was open? And there sat something upon its pages. A small playbill advertising the Theatre itself - but it was not just any old playbill. Upon it, it read: An invitation for Mr. Noah Vasser. The book! The book had ... Created something for Noah.
"N-Noah!" Timothy had squeaked, holding up the playbill and waving it. "Noah, look!"
"Timothy, please don't make this harder than it has to be - I know this has been difficult, but ---" Noah had paused, looking over his shoulder. His brows had quirked at the sight of the small playbill. With a breath, he had made way to the stage again, rubbing at his eyes with visible vexation until he had set foot upon the wood. In his fury, he swiped the playbill up, sizing it warily. An invitation for Mr. Noah Vasser? "Where'd you get something like this? I don't suppose you made it yourself."
"The book!" Timothy had breathed, patting the blank pages. "The book. I opened it, and then that thing started to appear. I shut it, and when I looked again it was open and that was there. It has your name on it!"
"I can see that." Noah had snorted. A magic book was ludicrous. It was impossible to believe, but the playbill was far too intact and sleek to be the handiwork of an elementary student simply trying to get out of class. "Do you think your old brother stupid, though? Books producing things." He had bit down on his lip. So many worries. "What am I going to do with you? Running off, ditching your classes, and making up wild stories..."
Noah had opened the playbill, monitoring it with a somber face. He appeared deep in thought. Lost, upset, and fearful for something unspoken. It had been enough to turn Timothy away. There had not been an intention of upsetting anyone so greatly. They were only classes he was missing after all. Silly little classes - and somehow this seemed more important. The book had done something weird. Wasn't that a call for more interest than multiplication tables?
"You either did a very good job editing or found a printing machine somewhere in here. Do you know how to work a printing machine?" Noah had slapped the back of his hand with the playbill, watching the book and Timothy. No answer had come as the pages had began to rustle wildly. A bright and eerie glow had surface around the book and playbill. The little slip of paper had singed his hand as it broke free, tumbling and flying back down to the book like a paper bird.
Before either of them could begin to gather the circumstance, Noah had grasped his younger brother. He had dragged him away, bent on moving as far back as he possibly could. Neither of their eyes had left the book as the glow exploded radiantly. Phantoms had whirled all about, swimming in a vibrant circle until finally a small number had seemed to spring forth, performing something against the transparent scenery. Two characters in full costume attire - interacting without a care for the intruders upon their stage. One was an older man, dressed in what seemed to be regal clothing. A mask of a lion's head was mounted atop his head, standing out above his colorfully painted face. A cape fluttered back against a soft breeze promoted by the swirling glow and wind of the book, adding to the strong appeal of the character. The second actor was a young boy with equally colorful paint and clothing. Though no mask adorned his head, a lion's tail seemed to sliver behind from his garments. The younger actor's face seemed timid, frightened even, yet a trace of happiness could be found within such uncertain eyes. There was a sense of a bond, and a sense of security in the way they looked at one another, and the way of which they moved.
' Dad? '
' Hmm?'
'We're pals, right?'
'Ha, ha. Right.'
'And we'll always be together, right?'
'Simba ... Let me tell you something that my father told me ... Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.
'Really?'
'Yes ... So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you ... And so will I.'
The tender background had seemed to grow brighter. It became harsh, brutal, and wicked until finally it had given into a burst. In a blinding flash of white light, Noah and Timothy had been knocked off of the stage, left to fall against the ground however they would. It took time for the rush to pass. The words had lingered within Noah's mind, brandishing him as they would, along with the images of the figures. He could see them at a distance from the blinding light. Two ghosts - and the most provident of all was that little boy. That little boy with the name ...
The lights began to die down. The wind had began to settle. Slowly, the enormous book had shut itself, taking with it all of its enchantments which had exploded so suddenly. Noah and Skyler laid flat against the ground beside the stage, staring upward and breathing. Not one of them sat up until they heard the sound of small foot-steps. When they glanced over the edge of the stage, there stood someone. Someone almost familiar. The little actor. The character. Simba.
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