❥▐ cupid's brew

Sarah Coleman

Outfit|Location: Theater|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Sarah sat backstage, observing Maria and Torvald at work. She wasn't needed in this scene, and seeing them interact was funny to her. She enjoyed manipulating people, and observing them let her see the best way to do it.

Not that any of these people would face her wrath. She liked a lot of them. Quite a few were brats, sure, but not unlikable. Sarah looked at her watch and wondered where Natalie was. She was late again. Natalie was one of the scriptwriters, so why wasn't she here?

Then it hit her: she must be sleeping. All that girl did a lot of the time was sleep. Sarah assumed it was to see that Sebastian guy in her dreams. From what Natalie had told Sarah, it really seemed like his death had traumatized Natalie. Poor gal.

There was also another possibility; she had gone to see her friend Lexi in jail. It was no secret that Natalie was friends with a criminal. Lexi had apparently stabbed a guy to death or whatever two years ago. Talk about crazy. Sarah shook her head and went back to reading lines.

"Live like you die today... No one knows what the future holds..." Really Nat? How cheesy.

 

Location: Auditorium
Mood: Passive/Slightly Annoyed
Clothes:
Music:
OCC: Tag team, back again bitches!

Adrian lay at the rim of the stage. Just listening to Mr. Mother Russia and Ms. Awkward was already going to start reaching a boiling point, and no one was going over there to break it up. He knew that if that was the case, he needed to break it up, as his psychiatrist told him.

After the last year at Fortissimo, Adrian's ruse of having two personalities was true. How it happened was simple: Too much stress and a neck crack, and BAM! Max came out. Adrian had been going through therapy, settling his so-called 'mental balance bridge' just to keep the screws in his head that were loose screwed on right. But right now, Torvald and Maria were not helping his mood.

Adrian had changed a lot during a course of a year. His hair was slightly longer, reaching down to his shoulders, and a bit unkempt. His skinny frame became a little more muscular, gaining a 4-pack. Adrian got up, and walked in between the two, saying, "You all aren't helping. Torvald, shut the **** up with that mouth of yours while it's still attached to your bloody neck, and get with the program if you know what's good for you. And Maria, ignore him. He's just another ladiesman looking for a good lay-down. Just focus on your lines, and we'll make the show whiz by."

Adrian sat back down at the edge of the stage saying nothing more until it was time for him to enter in.

 

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Location: Outside of Theater {} Mood: Kinda Pissy {} OOC: First post 8D​

Stalker. Pervert. Wierdo. She goes by a lot of nicknames and to be frank, she doesn't really care. In fact, she wasn't even supposed to be outside. It was a fantastic and glorious for herself in her room since it was a double EXP day on one of her many MMOs she was gonna play, but alas, she now has to report over to the Theater. Who might this misnamed girl be? Why it's no other than Sasha Tayes, the infamous "Stalker" of Fortissimo Academy.​

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It wasn't her fault she was this way. See, she has a tendency to observe large groups of people in secluded areas. It was going along fine until one group found it disturbing and called her a stalker. Now spreading like wildfire, she is what she is now. It doesn't help that she also dresses way too simply and is secluded 95% of the time she spent here.​

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Anyways, she sighed under her breath as she approached the Theater. She kept hating the specific group of individuals who led her into this situation. She "supposedly" was caught peeping into the boy's locker room. That wasn't the case. She was wearing a pair of glasses that day. She needed some water and someone bumped into her, breaking her pair. Almost blind, she stumbled into the locker room and that specific group framed her by taking a picture. Now in their hands, they blackmailed her into doing the play by being one of the singers. Which leads all of it to her position as of now. (She now wears contacts so the glasses incident wouldn't happen again)​

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As she was about to open the door, a loud voice startled her, making her drop her books. She sighed and bent down to pick them up. "Huh. Looks like Mr. Russian is acting. Kinda too dramatic one could say..." Tue enough, anyone can recognize Torvald when he spoke in his loud, Russian-like voice. She then also heard what sounded like shouting in some sort of anger. "Hmm? Sounds like an argument..." She pried open the door a little and peeped in, wondering what was going on in the theater.​

 

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✿ OUTFIT! | MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ CONTENT✿​

✖ LOCATION ↝ BATHROOM/THEATRE ✖​

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Before she made her way to the school's theatre, the young bluenette took a detour to the bathroom nearby. It was empty, judging by how the cubicle doors were swung open and how no one was by the sink. Her white platforms made light clicking noises on the tiles as she walked over to the mirror. Her light colored eyes stared intently at her reflection, examining her appearance. Her eyelids were decorated with a very subtle blending of neutral colors with a hint of rose accompanied with a neat line of black eyeliner. Her long lashes were thick with mascara but it still looked very clean and not messy. Her cheeks were stained with a bit of pink that matched her lips. It was all quite a subtle look really, even if it seemed like a lot. Nothing special at all - just, presentable. A small smile appeared on her lips as she reached down her brown bag to pull out some lip balm.

Her day had gone very ordinary so far, which made her happy. She woke up to the early sunrise with the light seeping in through her sheer curtains and the gentle tweeting of birds from outside. Doing her usual morning routine, she freshened up then got a light, healthy breakfast before she went on editing some videos. She then surfed the net and updated her blog, The Internet Princess, before putting together a cute little outfit which she ended up loving very much. So, before she left, she took some self portraits to upload on the internet later on. Since that took up her time, she made her way to the school immediately afterwards. This was all really just the everyday routine for her on a good day - and she really enjoyed it! See, nothing was going wrong yet nothing exciting really happened.

Not yet at least.

The nineteen year old pressed her lips, which were coated with a layer of strawberry balm, together. Placing the lip balm back into her bag, she took a step back from the mirror as she tucked a strand of her wavy blue hair behind her pierced ears. Her lean fingers grabbed the torn edges of her knitted, cat printed sweater and pulled it down. She twisted a bit, left and right, to look at her outfit again, her lacy white skirt twirling in the process and brushing against her thin white stockings. She smiled, satisfied and ready to face her peers.

With long, graceful strides of her thin limbs, she was out of the bathroom and in the auditorium in no time. At the door was a young girl who peered into the theatre. She stopped before entering, greeting the girl, "Good morning." she said with a smile, but she knew she had to go inside before she would be late so with a polite "Excuse me" she reached for the other door - before she walked through it she looked back at the dark haired girl, "Are you part of the production? Sorry I'm not too good with names or faces... You should come in quick, if you are though. If not, don't worry I'm sure you can come in and take a look." with another smile, she then made her way into the theatre carefully closing the large door behind her. Then, she made her way towards the stage where she could see people already getting to work. She stopped and looked at the two, clearly fired up, lead actors on stage. Her blue eyes shifted from one to the other as Trovald mused in his lines and Maria kind of snapped back at him. She bit her lip nervously and crossed the rows of chairs, trying not to meet their eye - when some red headed boy did the exact opposite, interrupting the two. A small sigh escaped her, pitying the poor red head, as she continued to cross the rows of chairs. The leads of the play were leads for a reason - because they can handle it, and they could handle it themselves. They'd get kind of divalicious at times but no one else but Maria nor Trovald would have ever been able to carry The Girl In Watercolors. Plus, Elisa didn't really know them very well - not well enough to judge, but she was sure they seemed alright as individuals - just when they'd butt heads was kind of iffy.

The lean girl took small steps up the stage and creeped into the backstage where she dropped her bag, filled with her make up supplies as the production's make up artist and leaned onto a wall. She looked around to see her working school mates, but waved to those who caught her eye.

 

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MOOD▹ CHIPPER ⧉ LOCATION▹ BOX OFFICE⧉ OOC▹ ✘​

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Pierce pushed open the door to the ticket booth at the front of the building. Her earbuds were in and she hummed softly along with the song playing. The room was small and dark with the fence curtain to the glass window pulled down. She groped the wall for the light switch, her fingers fumbling over the piece when she found it. The single overhead light flickered to life above her. There wasn't a lot of room inside, only enough for two maybe three people tops. It was probably why only two slots were available for signups. She had volunteered to do the job because it involved less overall interaction. She only had to work with one other person, rather than teams of people, and the most she had to say to the theater goers was ❛ have a nice night. ❜

She set her bag down on the counter inside as her music switched to the next song. It was a popular song from the summer. She didn't like to remind herself of it too much. Since she was alone, singing along didn't seem like such a horrible idea. She actually rather enjoyed it for the most part, it was just something she couldn't do around other people; like talking most of the time. [FONT=century gothic][COLOR=#cd5c5c][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=#cd5c5c][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=#cd5c5c][COLOR=#c71585]❝ [/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR][/FONT]...Hold still right before we crash, 'cause we both know how it feels...[COLOR=#cd5c5c][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=#cd5c5c][COLOR=#c71585] ❞[/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR] She reached into her bag and began to pull out tickets and fliers. Pierce was supposed to be meeting with the other Box Office Coordinator during today's rehearsal so that they could figure out some issue with the tickets. She didn't really know what the problem was exactly. [FONT=century gothic][COLOR=#cd5c5c][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=#cd5c5c][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=#cd5c5c][COLOR=#c71585]❝ [/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR][/FONT]...If our love's a tragedy why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity why are you my clarity? ...[COLOR=#cd5c5c][COLOR=#cd5c5c][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=#cd5c5c][COLOR=#c71585]❞[/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR][/COLOR]

 

♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « { WEARING } ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: TEMPORARY TEMPLATE ... ♠ :♔
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❝I'll be late if I don't leave now, you know ...❞

❝Yeah, yeah! Just one more thing. Have you ever eaten at Clarissa's? Radical food, yeah, totally awesome, but I heard that the backroom is haunted! My cousin used to work there. You remember I told you about her? Err ... Kimberly? Yeah, she used to be a waitress there and she said the door to the backroom would always lock out of no where. People get stuck back there all of the time. Real scary stuff! It makes me --,❞

❝Sounds scary alright.❞

❝Are you really listening to me!? I'm serious, there are some spooky things going on around here ... You'll come with me on Saturday, right? To investigate?❞

❝Maybe.❞

❝Ollie!! You'll come, won't you? Please, please, please? I'll give you a blowjob.❞

❝I -- what? Oh my God.❞

❝... Wow, even that won't convince you? You're on your way to that musical thing too, right? ... Are you gay?❞

❝It's called a rehearsal. And if I were gay, I would be interested in your blowjob, ahaha.❞

❝... That is so mean. You are so mean. I don't even want to talk to you anymore.❞

❝Good, I gotta go.❞

❝Waaaaait!!❞

He hesitated for a second before tapping the glowing red 'end' icon displayed on his phone, watching as the picture of a cute ghost he had appointed for Grace's portrait faded away. It was about damn time! His battery was nearly drained passed the halfway mark, and she had been talking his ear off during his entire commute to campus. She was a former co-worker, who had taken a liking to him -- so he assumed. A self-appointed paranormal investigator, eccentric, vulgar at times and ... needy. Grace was fascinating and interesting company when she wasn't running her mouth.

Sigh ...

Today was the first day of winter break, but it didn't feel much different from any other day so far. He spent the morning working at his uncle's car shop [ as he often did during breaks from school ], grabbed something to eat, and then made the drive back to school for rehearsal.

It was a crappy thing, because he wasn't really needed. At least he didn't feel like he was. He had auditioned for the lead role -- lost it, been offered an 'extra' role and rejected. Then he ended up stuck as a box office coordinator. Not a very glamorous job, in his opinion. He didn't always need to be the center of attention but it made attending rehearsals a really bland and lame thing. His time to shine would be during the showings [ especially opening night !! ] and he was really excited for them. Until then ...

Today, he had to print and cut out some extra tickets. Tickets were already on sale, but somehow they had come up short, not expecting such a large amount of interest. It was no real surprise to him, though. The Girl in Watercolors was huge ... and so was Fortissimo. A part of him was tempted to ditch for today and leave it all up to his partner, Pierce but he couldn't do that ... He'd have to suck it up and get the job done. It was his responsibility now. Plus, he liked Pierce. He wouldn't want to leave her hanging.

He sighed as he found a parking space [ much easier than he would have on a school day ], cut the engine, grabbed his book bag and walked towards the auditorium entrance. It was a chilly day outside and it was putting him in a bad mood. He hated the gloomy, rainy weather. He wished it would snow already, and his thoughts traveled to Christmas, a bit disappointed that he would be spending most of it at the theater ...

Oliver pushed open the double doors of the auditorium and gazed at the illuminated stage with envy. He was at the top of the seats, near the main entrances, peering down over the rows as he made his way down the first aisle across the theater. He grinned to anyone who noticed him and waved, before disappearing behind one of the exit doors. This door would lead to a cozy little staircase, up and to the ticket booth [ which had another exit / entrance ].

❝...If our love's insanity why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity why are you my clarity? ...❞

Heh, what an old song to be singing ...

Pierce was already here. He could pick out the slight fragility of her speaking tone through her singing voice. She had a nice one. It wasn't phenomenal, but it was good enough to make a lasting impression. He felt a little embarrassed, having caught her, but it faded quickly and instead of lurking within the staircase, he emerged.

❝Good afternoon, Ms. Mhenjer.❞ His voice had a flare of playfulness to it and his vibrant green eyes lit up with interest. ❝Ready for an exciting day full of ticket cutting!? ❞

His eyebrows raised with mock enthusiasm before he let his face fall back into his usual expression with a small, almost-awkward chuckle to himself. He set his bag down on one of the ticket booth chairs and shrugged.

❝I couldn't get a hold of you last night, but basically, we need to make some copies ... We ran out of physical tickets to sell, so we'll need to print and cut out more. We can use the copy room. I'm ready to start when you are.❞

 

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Such a piss off...

Why the friggin hell did he have to be assigned to a play and of all things a MUSICAL. Sure he became a professor for the damn school, but did he really have to watch over a play of all things? These things were really not his sort of thing and maybe the bastards knew this. Maybe this was just like camp the last two years and maybe they felt he would improve his attitude or some shit like that...whatever the case he had no real choice but to stick with the job he was entrusted with.

The man walked through the halls of the university with his hands in his jacket pockets. "Damn its starting to get so friggin cold" Julius muttered silently as he reached the doors that lead into the theatre room. There were two ways he could open the door before him and one of those ways involved pulling his hands out of his pockets and opening the doors with them. He could have done that, but that was sure to make his hands loose heat so there was only one thing the man thought about that option "...fuck that shit" Julius said as he rose his foot. If he couldn't use his hands then he would merely use the second option

BANG!

With his foot Julius kicked the bars of the door and immediately the doors swung open as Julius lowered his leg and walked in "YO! SUP KIDDOS" Julius yelled out into the theatre as continued to walk down. Taking a seat on one of the seats near the front, Julius placed his legs on the the seat in front of him and merely smiled as he rested his elbow on the armrest beside him and his cheek on his fist. "Well unless there are problems or concerns, shall we get practice on the way?" Julius said

 

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ACTIVITY▹ REHEARSAL ⧉ INTERACTION▹ OLIVER ⧉ ❤▹ 0/10​

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With the music playing loudly in her ears, Pierce missed all outside noise. Her attention had been too focused on the task in front of her to see anyone walk into the box office. ❝ Good afternoon, Ms. Mhenjer.❞ The sound of a voice gave her a start and she jumped at the sight of Oliver beside her. Her flew to her chest as her heart pounded violently inside her ribcage. The earbuds fell from their place in her ears and she quickly snatched them. Pierce tapped the pause button on her phone and shoved the earbuds into her large purse. One could hold nearly anything in those large purses.

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❝G-good mo--er--afternoon Oliver, ❞ she stammered. Her cheeks flushed and she turned away slightly in embarrassment. Had he heard her singing? Just the thought of such a thing sent chills down her spine. No one was supposed to hear her singing.

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❝Ready for an exciting day full of ticket cutting!? ❞​

She nodded her head silently in reply, her voice caught in her throat. Oliver chuckled and she couldn't help but wonder how stupid she must look in comparison. He set his bag in one of the chairs and Pierce stepped aside to allow him some more room.​

❝I couldn't get a hold of you last night, but basically, we need to make some copies ... We ran out of physical tickets to sell, so we'll need to print and cut out more. We can use the copy room. I'm ready to start when you are. ❞

Last night? Last? Night? Last--Oh... Last. Night. She tried to hide the look of disdain that crossed her face over the mention of last night. Her phone was off, and for good reason too. How on Earth did they run out of tickets? It seemed improbable, and yet she didn't doubt him. She nodded again and opened one of the drawers, fumbling for a pair of scissors. ❝Ready, ❞ she said softly, holding up the scissors with her thumb and index finger. She moved to the door, brushing her arm against his and held it open. Her face flushed and she instinctively redirected her brown-eyed gaze to her gray boots and the scissors hanging limp at her side. ❝Sorry, ❞ she mumbled. It had been awhile since she was alone with a boy like this, not that he was a boy. Oliver was an adult, a man. Her throat clenched tight at the thought.

The other times spent working with him went in much the same manner. He seemed rather smooth talking and comfortable around her, while she rarely spoke more than four words at a time and was awkward beyond belief. It amazed her that he hadn't just given up completely on working with her, because if Pierce was going to be completely honest with herself, she would have given up working with herself on day one.

 

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⎛ DAY 1 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ AUDITORIUM / TICKET BOOTH ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ FOCUSED / AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 12% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ PINK UNDERLINE MEANS "NEW"// MIGHT CHANGE BANNER LATER ⎠​

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With a yawn, Sophie watched everything go on in the auditorium as they had come to the near middle stages of completing their performance. An adaption of the rather famous book, The Girl in Watercolors, Sophie was expecting a great product of all their hard work.

Time was passing in an unexpected speed, and it would only be a matter of time before the play was on real time, with an audience, but since everything seemed to be going smoothly, there wasn't much to be nervous about. The lyrics to the songs, the script and the entire score of the play ( courtesy of Sophie, and some assistance from Quentin ) were all done, which were the basis. The two leads, Maria and Torvald were doing . . . interestingly enough, but it provided much amusement for Sophie.

It was safe to say that their two leads, ahaha, did not get along, but were able to cooperate with each other to a minimum of not strangling each other. With Torvald's love of the soapbox and Maria's love of being center stage . . . it wasn't difficult to tell that they were clashing white against black into a hard line.

As Maria started into . . . not the script, Sophie laughed at tossed her head back, waiting until the girl was done to stand and give a clap of her hands a few times. ❝Wonderful improv, darlings,❞ she called and Bryan shushed her, but he was stifling a laugh, too.

❝. . . fuck up with that mouth of yours while it's still attached to your bloody neck . . .❞ The ever-obnoxious sound of Adrian's voice broke through and Sophie tuned it out as she had learned to over the last two years. It had been fun at first, but she had honestly thought he would learn. It was rare for her to be wrong about these sorts of things, but there was a first time for everything. His constant attitude -- emphasis on the word constant -- was boring to her now and she rarely spoke to him.

❝He is right, though!❞ Sophie called after Maria who stormed off the stage in a diva-like fashion.

She smiled and then turned to talk with Quentin for a little while. Sophie thought that it was safe to say that the two of them were friends now and that he was past the stage where she would use him -- or at least, she hoped so. To be honest, she was scared as hell of him and the thoughts he provoked in her mind from time to time, and sometimes she hated him for it, but friends was what she would say they were right now.

His crush on Noëlle definitely hadn't escaped her notice, but since she didn't want to own Quentin ( for once, maybe she just wanted to be on the same level ) yet, she couldn't do anything. She was a tad jealous, though, but maybe there wasn't much to worry about. . . . For now.

❝I'll be back,❞ Sophie stood from the long bench in front of the piano and straightened out the collar of the white shirt under her jacket. ❝Give the finale a check over again for me, I think there are a few stray harmonies somewhere. I trust your keen ear.❞

❝Don't get lost.❞

She waved him off and headed out of the auditorium, looking for her favorite girl. Sophie and Pierce hadn't gotten too much closer since two years past, but they were definitely on a more comfortable level and she was sure Pierce didn't currently hate her, but she was a rather delicate person and one wrong push would probably have her hating Sophie faster than one of Iris' orgasms.

Sophie walked without a falter in her step to the ticket booth where Pierce should be. Maybe alone? It had been a while since they sat down and had a good talk. She liked talking to Pierce, admittedly, she was interesting, shy, and cute. How fun!

A knock on the door later, and she opened it to see Pierce and . . . another boy she vaguely recognized who she found attractive. She smiled, ❝Sorry, am I interrupting something?❞ she asked them, her smile coy. She hoped she wasn't. Last she checked, Pierce hadn't really taken an interest in any other boys . . . ❝I just stopped by to say hello to Pierce while my friend checks over my composition for the play.❞

 

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A head of red hair bobbing around the tech booth was all they got of the 23 year old sound technician in the theatre. The boy was sitting on the cold floor, with his legs tangled in some wires while his right hand held a red clipboard and in his left hand was another bundle of wires. A pencil was pressed between his lips, which kept him quiet. His chestnut eyes and furrowed eyebrows alone expressed of how focused he was with the things that occupied him.

The hard working young adult had been busy with preparing for the rehearsal since the moment he arrived in the theatre. He was one of the first to get there - which really wasn't a surprise. He often got ready to go there early to get some exercise, which he did today by running through the field then coming home and biking all the way to Fortissimo (which wasn't really much, at least, in his standards). The weather had gotten chillier every day of their winter break. He could stand wearing just a sweater or a thick tee going to school before, but today he had thrown on a black, blazer-like jacket over his grey sweatshirt and made sure he wore jeans and boots. Once he braved the cold and was at the theatre though, he got to work immediately. He unloaded all the wires he needed to install to each of the sound and control boxes, as well as the said boxes, checked if all the speakers were in their right positions - all the usual things a sound tech guy kind of had to do.

As more people filed into the auditorium, Tucker would give them a casual wave - if he noticed them come in. He waved at Maria and Trovald upon their entrances, because he would never miss their presence. He was pretty sure no one would miss the lead actors come in with their voices alone though. He also caught Sarah walking towards the backstage much earlier and waved at her too when he oddly looked up from the booth. He was sure other students had already come in but he was oblivious to that.

Tucker plugged the last control box into its socket as he twisted around and reached for the wall. With everything successfully installed, he dropped everything he was holding (including the pencil in his mouth) and breathed out a little sigh of relief as he sprawled on the floor. The floor was cold but it was kind of nice at that moment. Quickly, he sat up once again and began to free himself of all the wires wrapped over his legs. He was careful not to yank anything away as he got up to his feet. Ah, there were a lot of students now. A grin crawled on his face as he looked at everyone, before he stretched out his cramping muscles - reaching up at the ceiling, twisting a bit and even jogging in place for a couple seconds.

Giving his head a final shake, he put his hands by his hip and looked at the stage - where the two lead actors seemed to be having a fit. Tucker, unable to help himself, let out a little laugh. Those two always seemed to be going at each other. He looked beyond the stage and noticed a bob of turquoise sneak into the backstage. Elisa. He became quite close to her over the years, as she opened up to more people - nothing too close or anything. Just, good school buddies. She was nice to talk to.

"YO! SUP KIDDOS"

His head snapped to the booming voice of their stage director. Almost in a half-panic sort of way. Tucker did put Julius up in a pedestal a bit for the production, since he often had to report to him about what was going on with the sounds and tech. Quickly, he reached down for his red clipboard and made his way over to the man.

"Well unless there are problems or concerns, shall we get practice on the way?"

"Julius!" he called as he closed the distance between them. Tucker stopped before his… boss who sat in the front row with a smile on his face. "All the speakers, and control panels and such are ready to go! I've spoken with the school about the microphones, we're still waiting on them. They said we'll have them by next week latest, but once we do have them, we'll be all set for a full tech run."

 

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Pierce was getting ready to walk out the door when a familiar brunette appeared at the box office. ❝ Sorry, am I interrupting something? ❞ Sophie asked them, her smile coy. ❝ I just stopped by to say hello to Pierce while my friend checks over my composition for the play. ❞

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❝ Oh! Sophie, hi! ❞ She waved at the other girl, smilling. It was still strange to think she had somehow befriended Sophie. The other girl had always managed to instill some form of fear or dread in her. It wasn't so bad anymore. Every once in awhile Sophie managed to terrorize her, but it was more about Sophie's enjoyment in other people's discomfort than anything else. ❝ We were actually just leaving. Going to the copy room. You uh--you wanna come with? ❞ She glanced over at Oliver questioningly. Unsure of whether or not he would be bothered by the invitation.

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The show was about to start, if it weren't for all the interference. Ethan was oblivious the fact until his watch began to ring a small noise to indicate practice needed to begin. He looked down an clicked the button on his silver watch to end it. 'Sigh, I suppose nothing will get done unless the princess herself is at calm." He got off from the wall that he had come to rather enjoy the relaxation on. Moving up to Maria and Torvald, he began to speak. "Okay prince and princess, we all are aware of the distraught between you two but the show must go on." He placed his hands on both of their shoulders. Maria's shoulder was smooth yet a pulse of stress could be felt radiating from her. Torvald's felt cold, like the emotions were gone from him. Ethan needed to say something to calm them down. "Cant keep arguing like this. You both should try to accept each other. Torvald, you should also be a bit more secure about the things you speak aloud to Miss Maria here and people in general." He smiled at them both an released his grip. He hoped the feelings between the two could be put to rest temporarily, just so everyone could get through the day. "Can we start now please? The play cant be performed without the harmony of its actors."

 

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The sounds of hands clapping together caught Maria's interest. She glanced over to the rows upon rows of seats, noticing Sophie and Bryan sitting in the audience. ❝ Wonderful improv, darlings, ❞ came the faint sound of Sophie's voice from the audience. Maria watched as Bryan quickly shushed her, but it appeared as if they were both laughing. She said nothing about it.

Maria stood in the center of the stage, script in hand, and checking her well manicured red nails when the obnoxious voice of one rather unpleasant person spoke out about the fight between she and Torvald. ❝ You all aren't helping. Torvald, shut the fuck up with that mouth of yours while it's still attached to your bloody neck, and get with the program if you know what's good for you. And Maria, ignore him. He's just another ladies-man looking for a good lay-down. Just focus on your lines, and we'll make the show whiz by. ❞ She rolled her ice blue eyes. Maria had learned a long time ago to just simply ignore the foul-mannered boy's outbursts. All he ever seemed to do was cause problems and much like a small child, if ignored long enough, they simply stop their tantrum.

❝ He is right, though! ❞

She shook her head and called out to Sophie as she appeared to be getting up to leave. ❝ That boy is never right. ❞ It wasn't filled with all the venom and distaste that she had been spitting out at Torvald. Her voice was just loud enough for the girl to hear and she sounded rather bored, as if she were commenting on the weather, rather than some imbecile's bad attitude problem. Maria couldn't help but feel as if this whole MPD thing was something he made up as an excuse to be rude to people all of the time. No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend, or boyfriend--I suppose I can't automatically assume he likes girls. I mean, it doesn't seem as if any girls like him to begin with. She shook her head and a lock of hair slipped from the braids. Her thin slender fingers brushed it aside as she lifted up the script.

❝ Okay prince and princess, we all are aware of the distraught between you two but the show must go on. ❞ A gentle hand came down on her shoulder and she recognized the voice of one of the minor actors. Ethan, was it? He drew she and Torvald in together and she had to physically stop herself from jerking away. ❝ Can't keep arguing like this. You both should try to accept each other. Torvald, you should also be a bit more secure about the things you speak aloud to Miss Maria here and people in general. ❞ He smiled at them both and released his grip. ❝ Can we start now please? The play can't be performed without the harmony of its actors. ❞

Maria took a step back and plastered on her sparkling smile. ❝ Of course sweetie. Anything for you, ❞ she chided him. Everyone commenting on how they needed to quit fighting was annoying, to say the least. Torvald had started it, walking in throwing insults wherever he went. He was disgusting. She wanted to enjoy the musical, it was why she had auditioned, but it was hard to enjoy it or even get through a day of practice with him as her counterpart.

She thumbed the script lightly, turning to the first page that the big duet number was on. She had the script filled with page markers and scrawled bits of information. The lines were highlighted a bright pink and there were doodles in the corner. ❝ Can someone begin the intro? ❞ she asked sweetly.

❝ On it. ❞ It was Erik. He seemed to materialize out of nowhere and was taking quick long strides to the piano bench. She nodded at him as the soft mournful introduction of the piano began to fill the auditorium. He was rather skilled and she always enjoyed listening to him play at camp. Not until recently had Maria ever heard him play outside of the campgrounds.

Maria hummed along, her blue eyes following the notes on the page.

It was a slow and sad song that escalated in the middle. Michaela and Albert hit their pivotal low point in the relationship, singing about one another from separate locations. Michaela was staring at her reflection in the mirror, wondering how things could have gone so completely wrong, and hating her very existence. The tub behind her as she sings noisily fills to the brim with water. She's wearing an elegant gossamer evening dress when she shuts off the tub water and steps inside, water sloshing onto the floor. The hem of the dress floats on the surface of the water as she lays herself down in the warm bath, submerging her head after the final note, in an attempt to drown herself.

One of the stage hands had placed a chair behind Maria, to be used as the tub prop until it is finished. She looked away from Torvald, out into the distance of the nearly empty auditorium. Her free hand moved outward as she encompassed the room in her portion of the song. ❝ ... To bear this great pain, shall be the death of me. My heart cannot go on, it is how it's meant to be... ❞ She spun on her heel, the skirt of her short red dress fluttering upwards as she twirled, now facing Torvald. The look on her face was a mixture of longing and betrayal. Her blue eyes sparkled in the stage light as if she were near tears. Though she had never had to deal with the undeniable pain of heartbreak that Michaela endured, she felt as if she could somehow understand her character's pain to a tee.

✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/18/2015 ❖ Day: 1 & 3/5 ✜​

✜ Mood: Irked ❖ Interaction: Multiple ❖ Location: Auditorium ✜ ​

✜ ❤: ✘ ❖ Activity: Rehearsal ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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⎛ DAY 1 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ TICKET BOOTH ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ FOCUSED / AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %12 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

❝ＲＯＵＮＤ ＴＷＯ : ＳＴＡＲＴ ！！❞​

Sophie vaguely heard something come from the stage of the auditorium that was directed at her, but since she had completely ignored it ( though it was hilarious when people tried to be witty in her direction ), it was of no real importance.

She focused now on Pierce and the boy she didn't recognized.

❝Oh! Sophie, hi!❞

It was nice that Pierce greeted her so cheerfully and carefree and Sophie decided not to mess with her at the moment, although teasing her a little in front of this boy would have been enjoyable.

❝We were actually just leaving. Going to the copy room. You, uh - you wanna come with?❞

She looked over at the boy and Sophie wondered what kind of person he was. He didn't seem dangerous, like the playboy type ( he did look the part, she had to admit ), so she wasn't so worried about Pierce being alone with him. Why it concerned her in the first place was a mystery, but people she was interested in were usually always worth looking after.

❝If you don't mind.❞ she responded without fault. ❝I need something to kill time while the music is being looked over. Whenever you both are read to leave, then. In any matter, how have you been, Pierce?❞

 

Zachary was bored after going about his normal routine, so he arrived early to the backstage set, and was able to hear muffled and sometimes clear versions of the conversation going on with the cast. He shook his head, why can't we be friends? He smiled to himself as he applied finishing touchs on a castle-like structure. He was a busy little be since signing up to be the set designer. He seem to be spear heading this side of the production and that was fine with him. To be doing something, anything, was exhilarating for the the blonde haired boy. He hummed as he absentmindedly painted and began running through a mental list of the things left to do, but also creating another list of things he'd need to tell Julius, after all, they were on a budget, though the wealthy school that was Fortissimo could afford or already had everything they could need, so he wouldn't have to ask for much. He had to check up on the unfinished customes, mostly the extras, and the unnoticed background, like shrubbery and the sky and other things that people hardly notice.

A thunk of materials hitting the floor alerted him to a presence now joining him in the backstage. He smiled at the ever pretty Elisa, he almost had a small panic attack when he saw her rest against the wall nonchalantly, but he calmed down quickly, she was not leaning against a prop or painted wall, so she was in the clear. He sighed out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He wanted to speak to her, after all, he kind of, had a thing for her, right? But there was still so much to do, so that smile from earlier would have to suffice, he was cutting know corners, he started this and he would finish it. Even though there was just a bit more to do on this structure. He applied a few more dabs of grey and some touches of blue and took a few steps back, even doing the photographer's camera square with his hand to examine the finished product of he and his teams work. Perfect! He lowered his hands and sniffed once with pride, work this good was only to expected from a Masterson's work. He couldn't help but be a little vain, after all, his team did a damn good job. Making a new set, and sewing up and patching together clothes over the past few weeks. He expected this play to very good. Damn good. His fingers moved like a spider to brush off old paint flecks from his arms and hands and realized he'd almost soaked the lower parts of his pants when clutzy Nicole, his smitten assistant, tripped over some protective sheeting and spilled the very same bucket he'd been using to tidy up his castle wall on his lower legs and shoes. She was lucky he found it more comical then something to be upset about.

He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow and brought his cool blue gaze to Elisa, work was temporarily suspended, it was time to play. After all, she barely knew him, and he, her. "Yo Elisa, need a practice dummy?" He gaze her a geniuinely curious look, after all, he was privately running the lines of an extra in the event that one was needed, plus, he didn't know what the cosmetic's team did after they did make-up for the actors. Did they watch and just wait to do touch ups, then wait some more, all throughout a play? He watched her innocently, idly playing with his tongue piercing with his teeth before stopping himself. Past friends had told him it made him look sinister, and like he had a roving snake's tongue in his mouth or something. The thought that people would think that about him made him chuckle inwardly, but this was a first impression, and those lasted a long time, all the time.

 

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Outfit|Location: Theater|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Sarah kept observing. As soon as the song was over, she'd come on as Michaela's friend or something, and try to talk to her so she could feel better. What even had Natalie and the other writer been thinking when they wrote this? It was horrible.

Although she did have to admit, the play was cast well. Everyone in it fit their role well in one way or another. Realizing she had a few minutes before she was to come on, Sarah went further backstage and texted Natalie.

"Where the hell are you? You wrote part of this and you're not even here to see it!"

A minute later, Natalie texted back.

"I'm catching up on my sleep, you know I haven't slept well for the past week.

Besides, what do I care? I did my part, now you guys have to make it come alive or whatever."[/i]

Sarah resisted her temptation to just chuck the phone into the wall right then and there. Why was she being so stupid? Whatever, she'd pay her a visit after rehearsal, which was more important right now. Sarah had a tendency to miss her cues, and that had made the cast members very impatient with her.

 

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✿ OUTFIT | MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ SMILES✿​

✖ LOCATION ↝ BACKSTAGE ✖​

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The thick, black lashes of the bluenette grazed the concealed bags under her eyes as she blinked, watching intently on those who occupied the stage. They were to start rehearsing - officially, at least, as Jilius had come in. Yup. Work was definitely about to begin and people began to move. She didn't though. Now, it wasn't because she was some kind of student rebel who always came up with excuses like I'm-only-here-because-I've-got-nothing-better-to-do-this-break - not at all! In fact, when she heard that there was an opening for the production crew as a make up artist, she signed up immediately! She was really excited to start doing more dramatic make up since she really enjoyed doing that anyway - but she mostly kept all the costume faces in her room. This was a great way to show it off!

However, being the make up artist, she wasn't much needed right now. Her cosmetic skills would only be called for when they started dress rehearsals and for the actual show but she didn't miss on a chance to be there anyway. She could always help out with anything and she wasn't too shy to warm-body if ever a cast member suddenly couldn't make it. Of course, she always had a make up set in her bag when she entered the theatre - since that was her actual job.

Her thin, knit-covered, left arm was crossed under her chest with her left thumb resting over her lower rib. Her right arm was propped atop of her left arm, with her right hand resting on her evident collar bone as her fingers played with the tips of her short, turquoise hair. With music suddenly echoing through the auditorium, Elisa smiles. Looks like rehearsals were going smoothly.

"Yo Elisa, need a practice dummy?"

The teenager blinked with wide eyes at the sudden call of her name and immediately turned her head to who called her. Nearby, with a friendly expression was a boy she didn't really know - but recognized. Honestly speaking, anyone would recognize the numerously pierced teen. He looked a little intimidating, probably for others, but not for Elisa. She smiled back at him, dropping her arms to her side and walking over to the boy. She walked gracefully, careful not to step on or knock anything on what he worked on. "These are really great." she said politely as she walked over, stopping finally before the boy (whose name escaped her... sadly).

He seemed to be playing with his tongue piercing. Oh, wow. She's always wanted one of those. She shifted her weight to her right leg, being more relaxed and casual as they were to converse, then addressed his first question. "Anyway... practice dummy? Heh, you'd have to remove most of your piercings - I hate when I get make up residue stuck on mine." she said as her eyes danced to all the studs that decorated him. They were really cool. Fascinating. She bit on her bottom lip after her last words, tugging at it as the two studs under her own lip were exposed more. Then, she added playfully with a small laugh, as she raised an eyebrow "...besides, would you really trust me to experiment on your face? Do you really want to fall victim to that?"

 

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❝Ready,❞

Oliver watched with a smile as Pierce grabbed a single pair of scissors and crossed over to the door, holding it open. Instead of making eye-contact when they touched, she shied away and he rolled his eyes. She didn't really annoy him, but he couldn't help but wonder what type of a person was really so shy. Maybe she was a closet freak, or something. That potential factor was really the only thing that made her interesting in the slightest to him. Either way, the ever-vulnerable stuttering schoolgirl act would only hold his fascination for so long ... It was already getting a bit tiresome, and he was glad opening night was coming up.

He grabbed a pair of scissors for himself and stepped through the doorway just as the blue-eyed, sandy brunette known as Sophie appeared.

❝Sorry, am I interrupting something? I just stopped by to say hello to Pierce while my friend checks over my composition for the play.❞

Aah, that was right. She had written the music up for the play. Yeah, yeah ... Oliver adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder and glanced between the two girls.

❝Oh! Sophie, hi!❞

Pierce waved and Oliver pressed his lips together in thought. How was it that she could speak clearly with Sophie? Maybe she was a rape victim, not a closet freak. His cheeks flushed with shame. He was beginning to feel a bit out of place with their exchange and noticeably sighed.

❝We were actually just leaving. Going to the copy room. You uh--you wanna come with?❞

❝If you don't mind. I need something to kill time while the music is being looked over. Whenever you both are ready to leave, then. In any matter, how have you been, Pierce?❞

No, no, no. No. Oliver interjected.

❝Okay, fun stuff, let's gooo.❞ Honestly, he didn't mind Sophie tagging along. Well, she could come, but not if it was going to shove him into the awkward, socially neglected zone. Nodding over towards the direction of the copy room, he lead both girls down the long stretch of hall and passed the first door of the administration office.

His phone vibrated against his right pant leg and his heart throbbed. Maybe that was ... No, he'd check it later. He tossed his bag onto one of the pale blue, round tables of the copy room. It smelled of dry erase markers, paper and metal, but that was nothing compared to the car shop ...

❝So, I brought the first ticket sheet we used. I'll make copies and we'll dive the stack. Then it's cutting time and that'll basically be our day, Pierce.❞

His eyes flickered towards Sophie for a moment, and he mulled over any possible tasks he could give her. She wasn't really needed though, so he digressed and opened his bag for the ticket sheet, bringing it to the copier and lifting the top.

It was going to take a while for the copies to print out, so he took a seat where his bag lay and brought out his cell phone absently.

❝You girls want anything? There's coffee in here, and probably some snacks.❞ He shrugged, gazing between them again before diverting his attention back to his cell phone, considering, a bit nervously, whether or not to check his inbox quite yet or to focus on the two before him.

 

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✧ location: fortissimo theater [ copy room ] ✧ mood: hungry ✧ theme: tea? ✧​

✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

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Richie[/url] slung the tote bag over his shoulder, reaffirming its comfortable position. He walked into the auditorium and was greeted by the sweet sound of senseless theater chatter. He always seemed to notice the actors rehearsing lines first, which he figured was because he wanted to get the lead role. When he heard that the position was reserved for college students and staff, he was ecstatic. He loved the stage, but was heartbroken when he discovered it was already taken by Torvald. Richie had seen him a few times during rehearsals; he had a minor dislike for him, but nothing too major. The two had yet to talk, so he couldn't really judge him.

Eventually, Richie decided on working behind the scenes and become the lyricist. He had written a few little songs before for large family events and such, but finally he could show off his musical talents ( minus singing and the clarinet of course ). Besides, he already did most of the work so these rehearsals were basically a social time for the boy. He enjoyed it since he'd be able to spend more time with Elisa and still meet some new people.

As he placed his bag on one of the vacant chairs, Richie felt his stomach growl. He overslept through breakfast and had to skip lunch to try to make it to rehearsal on time ( to no avail ), so he was starving. He quickly thought of where to grab the quickest bite to eat, and immediately imagined the copy room. It always supplied his favorite donut, Boston Kreme. His mouth began to tingle with excitement as his legs quickly carried him to the room of glory.

His almost-running pace halted immediately as he opened the door and saw who was inside: Sophie, Pierce, and Oliver. With a slightly embarrassed smile, Richie waved to the trio and made his way to the counter that held the snacks and coffee. He poured himself a mug of the rich beverage, and grabbed his Boston Kreme. Turning around and leaning against the counter top, the boy greeted ( after taking a bite out of the delicious pastry and swallowing ), "Hey there everyone!" It was mainly intended for Sophie since the two got a little closer through the musical, but it would have been extremely rude to single out the other two.

Pulling out his bottle of pills, Richie popped one in his mouth and washed it down with the strong coffee. He almost coughed in disgust.

...He forgot to add the sugar and cream.

Making a slight face, the blonde-haired boy quickly added his needed ingredients and took another sip. A face of delight replaced his prior sour one. Looking back to the group, he smiled again.

 

⎛ DAY 1 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ COPY ROOM ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ CONVERSATIONAL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %9 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY !! ⎠

❝ＲＯＵＮＤ ＴＷＯ : ＳＴＡＲＴ ！！❞​

Before Pierce could answer Sophie, the boy interjected and had them heading off. With that, she began to wonder what kind of person he was. there wasn't much serious talk on the trip down, but Sophie and Pierce caught up a little while following the boy and she realized she still didn't know his name, so she decided to talk to him a little, too.

The copy room smelled just as any other would, and there was no real way to describe it, but Sophie liked the scent and scents similar to this one. She walked around the tall boy and remembered that he reminded her of someone . . . But she wasn't able to pin it.

❝So, I brought the first ticket sheet we used. I'll make copies and we'll dive the stack. Then it's cutting time and that'll basically be our day, Pierce.❞

She wondered if, since she had come along, he was expecting her to help. Sophie wouldn't mind that, but it didn't really seem like there was anything for her to do. In the pocket of her shorts, her phone vibrated and she pulled it out to see the contact name. Clicking her tongue in disgust, she slipped it back in.

❝You girls want anything? There's coffee in here, and probably some snacks.❞

❝Mmm, that's okay. Thank you for the offer, . . .❞ Sophie purposefully trailed off, and then went on, ❝I don't believe I've gotten your name. Sophie, by the way.❞ she continued with a smile.

If he replied, she barely heard him over the rushing sound of someone else coming into the room and she looked over her shoulder to see a slightly pink-in-the-face Richie. He smiled, obviously embarrassed, and walked over to the snacks counter to get a bit of food, and then turned to greet them.

❝Hey there everyone!❞

He mainly looked at her and she gave him an accommodating smile. Richie wasn't a person she would call a friend, but more of a . . . close acquaintance, which was, perhaps, two steps below friend. She had her personal, slightly silly reasons to keep her distance from him, and that started with the letter Q, for 'questionable taste in persons she was interested in'. It ended in N, for 'not in this lifetime because I don't share'.

The coffee he was drinking must have been disgusting because the poor boy looked like he was going to spit it out, but he forced the swallow and made a face. He motioned to fix his drink.

❝Good afternoon, Richie,❞ she replied, ❝Did you give Quentin the climax lyrics so that he could check it with the song?❞ she asked, mostly on protocol. Sophie didn't completely trust him to get it right ( her perfectionist attitude at work ), and since she wasn't currently at the instruments herself, she wasn't able to check it.

❝I'm sorry, you're name . . . ?❞ Her question was directed at the boy again. In her pocket, the phone vibrated again and she fought the urge to sigh at it.