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 Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 6:44 pm
Given the strange past events, Isaiah hoped that distraction might lead to some decompression. All too often now his mind drifted back to the curious happenings at Scholomance, the strange attack on Ida, the ramifications behind these bizarre events, and the continued stalking executed by the Negaverse. Nothing felt safe anymore - nothing felt sacred. Even a simple outing such as leaving for groceries provided a target for the Negaverse, and Isaiah knew this intimately. So, for the time being, he suspended thought of such trials and permitted himself to have a day off.
From everything. His cell phone was turned off, his workplace notified, and a note was left for Gwen naming where he was and when he intended to be back. And, for two blissful hours, Isaiah reaped the benefits of not having to think about anything but the play unfolding. Ever interested as he was in Jack the Ripper, the subject matter provided ample reasons to draw into the scene. While scenery moved in the darkness and actors shifted for their different roles, Isaiah remained fully invested in the ongoing production. When at last it ended, he and the remaining audience applauded their collective efforts, and the curtain fell after actors’ tradition.
Afterward, Isaiah ducked outside for a quick cigarette in the autumn chill. He pulled his jacket taut about his thin frame and smoked about as quickly as he could, which led him to caugh and ponder hyperventilation.
Another play was to come afterward, he knew, but he never cared much for Hairspray. Different actors were listed on the bill regardless, and he recognized none of them. A few of the earlier actors emerged into the chill as well, and either set about talking over their own performances or pulled their own smoking paraphernalia for a quick break between sets. One of them he recognized as the busty prostitute that he spent a special amount of time watching, and kept an eye on her while he finished his smoke. Was she going to be in the next one? A nice rack wasn’t about to put him through another couple hours of play, however - perhaps he should find something else to keep himself occupied.quite uneventful this is the shittiest start ever but this headache refuses to go away i'm sorry
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 9:51 pm
The stage was always eventful for Callum. While he didn't have such a large part in the previous musical, Callum was definitely more eager for the next one-- Hairspray. He enjoyed the rhythm and beat it had, and the story was definitely his cup of tea. He had, uh... less passion for such a dreary musical such as the first, but participated nonetheless, finding any spotlight to shine completely alright for him.
As he stood outside, completely dressed up in his ensemble as a supporting role for the next musical, he shivered some from the cold, having forgotten his coat backstage on his way to attract more theater-goers. He was handing out bills for the next play, which while one hour away, was still garnering a bit of interest from the few that'd watched Jack the Ripper. The greenhaired young adult seemed fairly excited. "If you enjoyed Jack the Ripper, you should definitely stay and watch Hairspray! It's sure to stick!" Alright, that was a bad pun, but Callum didn't mind it at this point. He just wanted the attention!
Hetzerei boop your turn! sorry if it isn't much to work with, pls lmk if i should add more!! <3
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:31 am
A voice sounded sharply next to him, and Isaiah stifled a jump. Somehow he wormed his way so deep in his thoughts that he forgot there was an outside world. Without a word, he reached for the pamphlet. Appraising eyes met the man who handed it to him, an excitable youth armed with terrible puns to make a father wince.
He took a drag and blew the smoke opposite his company. „Bet you say that to all the boys,“ he muttered coyly. „Weren’t you in the last play?“ The green hair looked telling - most of the other actors maintained relatively neutral hair colors. The green was remarkable by contrast. „Seems a little shady to have their actors running about passing pamphlets like underpaid paperboys. Then again, I suppose the theater industry isn’t doing too well since half the city’s hiding in their houses after dark. Might be lucrative work, this advertising business.“ Despite the fact that it could easily get one drained or killed. Not like the Negaverse to turn its nose up at an opportunity, however young the target or immoral the choice.
Fancy that. I don’t much care, myself.
„Cigarette?“ He offered, as he gestured with the pack.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 7:38 am
Callum was thankful they'd accepted the pamphlet. Too many times had he offered to a resolute audience, too many times was he left alone on a sidewalk. He'd almost swept to the next person when their words caught his attention. Callum twirled around, raising his brows and crossing his arms fluidly. This was new. "Oho. I only say it to the boys worth my time." He commented, before nodding affirmatively. "Am I that much of an amazing actor?" He asked, rolling his eyes as he swept his hair forward. His hair color was normally what stuck him out, which was good-- It meant people noticed him, which was crucial in this business. It was only after his next sentence that Callum was left puzzled and frankly, more than a little irritated. "It's just to support the musical, I do it willingly. We've put quite a lot of effort into it-- Can't have that wasted." He tilted his chin slightly up, the tall beanpole watching the other like a hawk before walking nearer, feeling very curious by what he'd meant. Sure, he'd heard the occasional rumor, but it wasn't like something would actually happen to him. "What do you mean, "hiding" in their houses? The city is so much more beautiful at night. You're being strange." Or maybe he was the one being strange, since he was technically new here.
Staring at the cigarette, the green haired male eyed it for a second. Callum pursed his lips, never having smoked before, but feeling curious and open for new experiences. He took one, eyeing it thoughtfully, knowing very well he shouldn't do any sort of substance before a play, but feeling confident it wouldn't effect him too bad. "I've never actually smoked before, so you're going to have to teach me, hot stuff." A gentle smirk spread across his face, tossing his hair back as he held the cigarette the wrong way.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 4:01 pm
Someone sounds a little put out. Isaiah kept his opinions to himself while he listened, occasionally partaking in his cigarette. He grunted his recognition at key points in the boy’s response. This one definitely sounds like a thespian. I wonder if he’s normally this full of bravado?
Quite a mouth on him, though. ‚Boys worth my time‘? What does he think I am, 22? That’s flattering as hell. Gwen’s got a little competition in this firecracker here.
„You’re right,“ he conceded as he studied his cigarette. „I’m being strange.“ So were the Negaverse agents, the youma, the senshi, the knights, the Mirror Court. They all partook in the terrible strangeness that befell Destiny City, of all places, and littered it with curious circumstance after harrowing murder. Isaiah suspected that, if he knew nothing of the evening’s troubles, he wasn’t from around these parts. Perhaps his troupe simply passed through on their way elsewhere. Inwardly he hoped so; while art was sorely needed to raise spirits, sticking around to wind up murdered by youma sounded like a waste of young talent. But, again, he was being strange.
The boy accepted a cigarette, however, and displayed more of his endearingly cocky mannerisms. Isaiah smiled a little and chewed on one of his tongue rings. I guess smoking is just that outmoded these days; here I have a thespian that’s never acted a smoking part. What a shame, what a pity; the world is missing out on some great shotgun kisses. „It’s not hard. I promise you’ll catch on quick.“
Beneath his vest, he tugged out the jet lighter on a chain. With a simple click, it lit with the blue-gold flame and he passed it over the edge of the boy’s cigarette like a brush stroke. „Now…“ Isaiah took the boy’s hand and molded it so the cancer stick sat against the webbing of index and middle fingers. „Hold it like this, press it to your mouth like you’re having a thought, and suck.“ Demonstratively he took another drag.
„What’s your name, kid?“ The numerous other questions that sprang to mind, such as are you legal, would have to wait.quite uneventful isaiah is terribly amused
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 5:25 pm
Callum looked even more confused at his words, puzzled at his change of opinion and feeling his lips slant into a pout. "Hm." He wanted to ask what he'd really meant, but then wasn't the time-- He'd moved on to pulling out his lighter with a soft click. "I'll take your word for it." He murmured, watching the fire as it neared to the tip of his cig. The paper shriveled and curled, mesmerizing the young adult before hearing the same voice echo in his mind again, snapping him out of his thoughts. Listening to him speak, Callum blinked, watching him affix the new device to his fingers before nodding slightly and releasing a nervous chuckle. His eyes darted from the darker haired man to the cig before he steeled himself and lifted it to his mouth, exhaling deeply and pressing it to his mouth. He inhaled carefully.
His throat burned. Callum immediately pulled it out of his mouth, coughing heavily before his eyes watered, tears bubbling on the tips of his eyes as he wheezed and coughed. "I-I--" He struggled, trying very hard not to cry or rub at his face from the amount of stage make-up on it. "Gghh." One final wheeze was released before he stared at the death instrument and felt a strong desire to conquer it, no matter how hard it seemed. "I-I'm Callum," He managed, releasing a few left over coughs as he pulled a napkin to dab at his eyes carefully. "And since I cannot take out my phone, you're going to have to help me with my dripping make-up, you a**. I didn't know it was going to burn. Who are you?" He was struggling to keep his composure up, swallowing hard but staring back at the cig with resolute desire. He was going to do it, and do it right.
Hetzerei i understand callie completely
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 5:44 pm
Isaiah chuckled outwardly, spirits raised. „You didn’t think that taking a pull from something that is literally on fire would burn?“ He should’ve let the boy work on a vape instead. The youth of today moved past cancer sticks, apparently.
„Who am I?“ Isaiah echoed back. He considered the question for a moment, gazing far into the depths of night. Briefly the sounds of beating moth wings could be heard. „Lana del Rey,“ he answered at last. It wasn’t Nicki Minaj like last time, thus lacking the punch, but she needed a rest. Lana hadn’t gotten a turn in some time now. He took a drag, and blew smoke into the furious insects overhead, half-expecting them to drop dead on the spot (it was never so).
„I’ll tell you what, babe.“ Hazel eyes lighted lazily on his conversant. „You just worry about that cigarette. I’m sure you’ve got a few makeup artists back there that can touch you up just fine. Next time I show up for a play, I’ll remember to bring my brushes just in case I run into you again, okay?“ Finishing his own, he stamped the cigarette out into the detritus.
„I’d offer to take you back to my place and fix you up, but… You look pretty young. Hit college yet?“
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 4:43 am
Callum would've sputtered if he hadn't had years of training to compose himself even at his stupidest. He merely huffed, pressing his lips into a thin line as his throat began to itch uncomfortably. Oh god, was that going to stay with him all night? He needed to sing later. He suddenly realized it'd been a very bad idea, but didn't mind it, finding their interaction pleasant enough to keep him talking. He could improv. or something for Hairspray.He felt warmer in the extreme cold, somehow. Relaxing some, Callum finally allowed himself to respond. "I thought it'd be... different, at the very least." He mumbled, as he watched the other contemplating his question. How hard could it be to tell someone their name? The moment he'd "introduced" himself with the name of one of his favorite artists, Callum scoffed. "And I suppose you were born to die?" Callum asked sarcastically, unimpressed smile spread across his face. "Really, what is it? I've told you mine!"
The more he spoke, the more Callum felt his self-consciousness act up, grinding his teeth a little but deciding to take his advice, considering the cig was beginning to get smaller and smaller with every second that passed. Callum rolled his eyes as he lifted the butt to his lips, relaxing before taking a wary drag and managing to cough and tear up less than before. He exhaled the smoke, coughing a little as he responded. "T-they are pretty amazing, yes. I mean, did you see the way the makeup looked in the last play? It was simply to die for, oh goodness," Callum paused.
He'd said next time.
Callum brightened after that, feeling a little accomplished somehow and smiling a little wider. "I wouldn't mind." Of course, Callum didn't know the exact implications-- Sure, he'd gotten his fair share of make-outs and hands reaching places they shouldn't have, but in his countryside town, his family had their eye on everything he did. So he couldn't do... Much of anything, really. Callum's eyebrow rose lightly. "I'm legal, if thats what you're asking," Just barely, but still-- "I could be in college but I've received a scholarship to Sovereign Heights." He said proudly, crossing his arms carefully so as to avoid the burn of the cigarette. "That's all you're getting from me until I get your name and age, sweetheart."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 7:54 am
Arms crossed over the fishnet grip of his shirt. „Of course I’m Born to Die,“ he answered simply. „Everyone is.“ The poor kid was working himself into a fluster with all of his objections. Isaiah took it well - all the bullying he could ever ask for prepared him for just about anything - but he wondered, briefly, if he was going to watch a coronary event in the next five minutes.
Isaiah clicked his tongue. Perhaps the old bar trick wasn’t a hit with the youngers. No - that overstated things; this kid hadn’t had a drop of alcohol yet. He wondered if Callum here led an abstinent life, and briefly horrified himself. A short breath, and „Isaiah Zähne. Usually people like to play for a while before they check back into reality.“ But, as a thespian, Isaiah wondered if Callum oft got tired of make-believe, and preferred reality when meeting with other people. He supposed then, that if he had to translate the idea for himself, he would be sitting at a table with someone and bartering back and forth to drag information out of them. He’d sooner pour his whiskey into their food and leave.
„I was a bit far in the back for that,“ he answered to the comment of makeup. „The conveyance was good. I don’t know how they do it, but I’ve always wanted to learn. I could make a killing off doing makeup for drag queens.“ Lovely people that they were, though, they often needed to cut costs.
His smile bloomed again when Callum picked up what he was putting down. „Very good,“ Isaiah returned, and resisted the urge to clap. He didn’t want to run this one off with too much of his teasing. „And Sovereign Heights, no less. Isn’t that the prep school out on the east side? Must be getting good marks.“ He paused, then laughed again as he realized he was unable to choke down his irreverence for the world. „s**t, I never go out that way. Too hoity-toity for me. Getting bludgeoned to death with disapproving stares while I down tequila shots isn’t on my bucket list.“ Isaiah figured the kid had it good, though - having a scholarship to a prep school meant ambition, which was something he lacked at that age. Ambition and good guidance, no less. He doubted Sovereign Heights would tolerate kids edging too near the deep end.
But that was half the attraction, wasn’t it? Callum was a cute thing, standing here with him, trying cigarettes for the first time. Trying to be a bad boy. Trying to impress him, even. As Isaiah rolled his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he wondered: does Callum know what three tongue rings feels like in the right places?
Briefly Isaiah snapped back into the conversation. Age was usually a deal-breaker. He shouldn’t pull this kid into his clutches, anyway; perhaps breaking the deal was the best favor he could pay. „You’re a lucky one,“ he started, and reached for the cigarette that Callum worked with. In stealing it, he took a drag and handed it back. „Usually I say I’m twelve, which isn’t a lie really. But, I’m turning twenty-eight in a couple of weeks.“ Imagine that. I might actually make it to thirty.quite uneventful this has to be the most entertaining meet-and-greet i've had in a long time! callum is so precious <3
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