|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 2:53 pm
Sirona stalked into the quiet theatre with all the grace only years of dancing could produce. Her vintage black button down dress graced her curvy body perfectly and whipped about her knees with her rapid movements. I will NOT be late for my own auditions She thought, picking up into a light jog. That brought up all sorts of images of the woods and moonlight and... She checked her bag at her side, it was perfectly secure, just as it had been five minutes ago.
The bright purple flyer on the outside of the main doors, and on street lights all around the city, advertised the day clearly; the Flourishing Feather Theatre group was looking for performers of all kinds!
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 8:36 pm
((Is this open to anyone? If not I can delete my post or edit it as needed.))
Vincent walked into the theatre and looked around. it was a good place for auditions, he had to say. As he was looking around, the egg in his backpack gave a slight kick. "Easy there, girl," he said, mostly to himself. He didn't think that the egg could really hear him. But as he looked back over his shoulder to check the pack, he noticed a woman walking into the theatre. It was only natural, after all, as the poster he had seen a while back said auditions were open to anyone. He had just gotten there early to make sure he wasn't late.
"Hey there! Are you here for auditions too? Or are you the judge or whatever?" he asked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Familiar Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 11:28 pm
Sirona smiled at him, her hand laid over the soft sued bag. "I'm actually running the auditions" Sirona said with an elegant nod of her head. She strode forward adroitly and offered her small hand. "I"m Sirona" She added.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:38 pm
Vince took her hand and shook it briskly. "Nice to meet you Sirona. I'm Vincent. Vincent Miles Locke."
He looked around the room, taking a few steps away from her. "This is certainly a nice place to have auditions." He really didn't feel like he needed to say that, it was just that he didn't trust many people near his egg.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Familiar Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 1:05 pm
Sirona inclined her head almost regally. "Thank you, I'm very fortunate." She said, her voice getting out the sylables lightly. "Are you here to try and join?" She asked "We're looking for performers of all kinds." She tacked on
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:59 pm
"Hm? Oh, yes, well I-" A large crack cut him off, and his eyes went wide. Without a word, he unslung his backpack and set it gently on the ground, staring at his egg, unbelieving. There, before his eyes, his egg was hatching! Right out of his backpack, no less! He watched as a small claw poked its way through the eggshell, and slowly but surely the egg was cracked open all over. The dragon inside then shook off a few pieces of debris (but somehow one piece managed to stay on its head) and looked around, eyes locking onto Vince almost instantly. It slowly climbed out of its little carrier and plodded over to Vince's leg, where it looked up at him, yawned, then laid down and immediately fell asleep.
Vincent was stunned. "Um.." was all he could manage to get out. "Maybe I could just do some instruments or something, instead of alot of moving around..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
Familiar Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 11:48 am
Sirona stopped and peered into the bag, her hand laid on her shoulder sling where her own egg was cradeled. "Wow." She said, then gave a bright smile. "Anything you want, I won't let anyone touch your dragon while you perform" She said. "I have an egg of my own, so I know how possessive you would want to be."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 12:35 pm
Gabrielle gave the large, ornate doors a solid push and barrelled inside, disrupting the ambient quiet of a few moments ago. "I'm heeeeere!" she declared, waving her arms as she ran down the small aisle between the seats.
"I do so hope I'm not la-AAA!!" She gave a startled squeal, tripping over the multi-blue dragon who had run between her legs mid-sentence, and landed most ungracefully on her face.
"Late..." she finished darkly, peeling herself off the plush carpeted floor and glaring at her now snickering pet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Familiar Conversationalist
|
Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 7:07 pm
Azalaea woke with a start, peered around curiously, then got up and plodded over to the little creature that looked just like her.
"How about I just wait till she's done?" Vincent said.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 2:29 pm
Sirona, for her part, just shook her head and turned her attention back to the two humans. "Whichever way works for you two" She said, looking between the two.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 3:52 pm
A girl with wine colored hair skipped into the old theatre. THey youth handed Gabrielle a ticked with a smile. "Congrats" She said and ran off. All the ticket said was 'worth 1000 points'
(Ticket awarded for participating in the rp event, it's already been added to your inventory in your journal, thanks!)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 3:57 pm
Sirona smiled encouragingly until there was the sound of cracking. She jumped and whipped around to where she had laid her bag. She threw the flap off, hardly believing her luck. She had waited so long for her little darling. It simply couldn't be... but there it was, the little dragon cracked a whole by her nose, then got her tail through and then her little wings and talons shatered the last of the opal shell. Sirona reached in and pulled Avalbane free, the little dragon stared back with her peculiarly colored eyes, then kicked her little hind feet. Sirona brought the dragon to her chest, cradeling the hatchling gently. There was no hiding the glow of holding her own dragon, and it contradicted the friendly but business-like attitude she had adopted. She cleared her throat, but that stupid grin stayed in place. "Shall we continue?" She asked, not willing to put the hatchling down.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 9:25 am
Gabrielle giggled at the two besotted dragon owners. She understood their feelings, if not envied the pride of watching a hatchling see it's owner for the first time.
Tossing a dark look at her own dragon, who was munching on what looked suspiciously like the stage curtains, she marched to the stage and cleared her throat.
"If I may begin?" she asked, seeking confirmation from the only other two there.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 9:28 pm
Azalaea plodded over to Avalbane, squeaking gently. Vincent kept a close eye on her, and never let her get too far away.
"I'm not really a judge here, but if you're waiting on my approval then go for it." he said warmly. He was still in a bit of a daze from seeing his dragon hatch in front of him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Familiar Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 10:10 am
Sirina sat down in the front row, Avalbane in her lap, regarding the new hatchling curiously. She waved her delicate hand and smiled "Please, continue" She said
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
