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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:50 pm
"This is bullshit," Kres shouted, throwing a stack of papers across the room. Dramatically, he fell backwards onto his bed (messing up the already wrinkled covers into knots of 500-count linen sheets and a huge down comforter).
It had been a really slow Saturday, and in boredom, he'd asked Connor to come over. Of course the a*****e had; he'd been just as bored as Kres, since it was raining out and his parents were doing some crazy s**t like they always did. And after lunch (and fielding several questions from his mother on why they only ever saw Connor, didn't Kres have any other friends? Of course he did, they just all lived in Germany or the United States, christ--) they'd come up here. That had led to perusing the Ouran handbook printouts his parents had given him months ago, which in turn explained Kres hurling things across the rooms.
"They can't force us to join a club!" He knew perfectly well they could, but honestly, there were like no options. Music club, he could do; the host club he would do maybe if he were high, or drunk, or pregnant which was physically impossible anyway; library club, pfft, Kres hated reading. "What are we going to do," he grumbled, meaning of course, what was he going to do, because Connor would do just fine where-ever he put himself. "Eh, Carrot?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 4:26 pm
Connor, content with his perch on the desk's rolling chair, which he was quite entertained with, by the way, could do nothing more than shrug. "Don't know, don't care, honestly," because it wasn't like he would do too much in any of the clubs but sit around, since he had no musical talent nor the charm to be a host of any sort, though he liked reading well enough. Would have been a perfect match, that, but, on second thought, he wouldn't want to be caught dead in a library club - that would make him look like twice the nerd he actually was, and he definitely wasn't a nerd.
"You should just join the music club. I mean, you play that weird Chinese thing, that's an instrument, and they'd get a real good kick out of it," he reasoned, spinning around, looking up at the ceiling; it would also give him another excuse to laugh at the other, too, 'cause if they had something like a freakin' concert, oh, man, that would be hilarious. "I can just imagine it, you know? Presenting Kreszant Saint, player of the qin," he said, snickering.
"But, seriously, if you're so damn worried, just make up your own club," even though the idea would fall to pieces before it even started, what with Kres as the president.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 4:36 pm
"I am not joining the ******** music club." Kres sat up and slammed his heels against the platform his bed rested on, once, twice, and again for emphasis. "Like hell am I playing that damn thing when I don't have to, have you ever seriously sat and listened? It's just screeching and god, no way." He flushed red in embarrassment. Just once, Connor had caught him practicing (his mother had insisted) and now he'd never let it go.
The idea of a new club, something they could just screw around in, resonated. "Yeah," he said, setting his chin in his palm in the classic 'thinking' position. "We could do that."
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 5:02 pm
"I heard enough, though I can't attest to how well you play it," he said, sighing, casting a glance back down. "You don't have to get all embarrassed, it's not like I told the entire school about it," but it shouldn't have been such a big deal either way, and if he were to tell, it wouldn't be entirely that weird, sort of.
"Wait, when did anyone say we? I said you should make the club, I've got nothing to do with your little scheme," and Connor was slightly distraught at this. "Just because I suggest something for you to do doesn't mean I want to get dragged down with you," he muttered and instantly regretted coming over in the first place, when he could have just slept or read a book or something that didn't involve dealing with this halfwit.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 5:09 pm
"Well, what club are you gonna join, then," Kres said comfortably, knowing the answer would probably be silence. "Besides, you know any club I run's gonna do, like, nothing. And that's what you like to do, isn't it?" While waiting for an answer, he considered how unfair it was that Connor knew a bunch of Kres's secrets and Kres didn't know any of Connor's secrets. Unfair, yes very.
Meanwhile, what kind of club could he run? A sports club? No, Ouran already had those and they took too much effort. They would be expected to compete or something. So something non-competitive, that the school didn't have...
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:08 pm
"Pas de touché, my friend."
It wasn't that he liked to do nothing all the time, but more so that he had a tendency to do nothing, which was all the same, really - he would rather join a club that actually pertained to his interests, except the library club, there was just no way in hell was that going to work at all. "Regardless, you come up with a club that doesn't suck, and I will have no objections, honest," but Connor mostly said that because Kres was right, he wasn't going to go anywhere else.
"I mean, what sort of clubs are there, typically? Probably dumb ones. There are things like art or drama, right, and chess club, but I sure as hell don't play chess, I don't know about you," he mused aloud before continuing to count off the different ideas.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:18 pm
"Drama," Kres said quietly, narrowing his eyes at the floor. "YES. Carrot, we should create a drama club. Think about it- we say we're going to do things like put on plays and s**t, right? All we really have to do is sit around and watch videos on that commoner website. YouTube or Your Top or whatever. As long as we can prove we're doing something on our charter, it'll be fine!"
He smiled, triumphant. "Yes! This is perfect!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 7:07 pm
"How do you know it'll even work? There are a million things that could go wrong with your little plan," a plethora even, like a teacher coming up to them and asking when they're going to have a play, or some gung ho actor or actress set on performing wanting join. "When you make a drama club, people expect drama related things, yeah, especially when you say you're gonna do something - they don't know you don't mean it."
Connor just didn't want to have to do anything that would make him look stupid, and acting was not something he did, ever. "The commoner website does sound pretty entertaining, though, I guess," he muttered.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:38 am
He shrugged, brushing off Connor's griping like so much spring rain. "We do what we have to do. It's better than music or library club, isn't it, carrot? And, hey, if they want us to put on a play, you can do... tech, or whatever. You look nerdy enough to be good at it, eh?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:35 am
Connor stared at Kres and said, with the most monotonous voice he could muster, "Just because I wear glasses doesn't mean I'm good with all that technical stuff," but he could just as easily learn it, he guessed.
"Well, either way, you're gonna need to find another member, right? We need at least three, and then you have to write up that application thing," since, other than the whole membership aspect, Connor had nothing to do with this, "so, I suggest you get to work, Croissant."
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:42 am
Even his food nickname couldn't bother Kres now. He grinned and went digging in the pile of papers that littered his floor for the membership application. "It'll be easy. Besides, I can teach you about all that technical stuff or whatever." Kres knew electronics because he knew engineering, and also because he loved his laptop. "You're gonna have to get off my desk chair, anyway." (He called it his desk chair; it was actually the only chair in his entire room.) "Unless you want to pass me my laptop? Don't you throw it; I'll kick your a** to Berlin and then back."
Kreszant wasn't kidding.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 12:12 pm
"Don't worry about it, I fear for my own safety too much to mess up any of your dear possessions," so, instead of even trying to transport the laptop from one point to another, Connor relented the desk chair, or rather, the only chair. "Your throne awaits you, Your Majestly," he said mockingly, moving out of the way.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 5:28 pm
He hopped into it. "Thanks," said Kres as he booted up the laptop. Whether he even noticed the ironic nature of his friend's comment. With a rather tuneless hum, he pulled out a pen and started to fill out the form. "You're vice president, carrot."
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 5:50 pm
"Tell me, what is it that I did to deserve such a privileged position," Connor asked, but he already knew the answer and probably wouldn't have cared all that much even if he didn't. "But, whatever, that's fine with me," he said, peering at the application, "I'm more interested in seeing what kind of junk you put on the form to convince them that this club is legit."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:50 am
It was exactly because Connor knew that Kres didn't bother to articulate the answer. "You're in luck," said he, "I'm almost done." He wouldn't win any handwriting competitions, since his hiragana and katakana looked rather more rushed than appealing, but he seemed to know more about drama that he appeared to: Quote: Form For Club Application
Name of Club:
Thespian Society
Main club activity:
->Viewing contemporary and traditional forms of productions, such as Noh theater and television dramas such as "Twin Peaks"
->Using techniques displayed in said dramas and theaters to advance our own techniques
->Directing and performing plays for the student body to view
->Hosting nights where students may come and watch various movies from many different cultures with friends, possibly with meeting the actors or directors after?
Secondary club activity / activities:
->Running drama "workshops" where other students may hone their own acting abilities
->Viewing and discussing videos on popular commoner websites, such as YouTube and Veoh
->Viewing and discussing various anime or otherwise animated works
Club Members
President:
Kreszant Saint
Vice-President:
Connor Dietrich
Other leadership positions:
Members:
"Now we just need one more member."
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