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 Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:50 am
Raziela Liron away from her family's den, making all due haste in case somebody appeared and caught her sneaking away. Somehow, it always seemed like a taboo to leave and head down toward the theater. But that wasn't going to stop her. Perhaps, if it had been for anything else, she might have paused to consider the consequences of her actions, but as it was, she was willing to suffer any punishment that might result as of her actions here and now.
Because the theater was just something else entirely. Words couldn't describe the feelings the Players' acts could invoke in her, and she doubted she could ever properly explain why it was that she so loved to watch them at work.
Perhaps it was that semblance of control that they seemed to represent. They could inhabit different personas, characters other than themselves, and in doing so, it seemed to the young lioness as though they were defying the written word of fate itself. And that, that was an accomplishment indeed.
The little lion made her way down to the stage, peering about eagerly. Perhaps, she thought, there would be some Players about. And even if not, anyone she met here would share her love for the theater.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:37 am
Parisette was often found around the Players. So much so that she had become like a prop, just a part of the set so that they barely even noticed or acknowledged her presence anymore. Which was fine! She was perfectly happy being just a invisible prop to them, because that meant she got to see them rehearse when other people would have been shunned away. But they were so used to her, that no one noticed and it was wonderful.
She was sprawled a little way away from where the players were rehearsing something or rather. It seemed familiar, so Parisette assumed it was one of the plays she had already seen, but still, she watched with fascination as they went through the motions.
She loved the theater. It was...such a liberating and freeing experience, becoming someone else, even for a little segment of the play. It was, exhilirating.
Parisette rested her chin on her paws, her tail flicking behind her as she sighed. She loved love stories the best though, the rush she got seeing two lovers reunited after some hardship was just...amazing.
She giggled to herself, as one of the players tripped and messed up the scene. Thankfully it was only a practice! She would hate to see that happen in a real play, but as it was only rehearsals, she could laugh at it.
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