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Sunday was spent doing absolutely nothing of importance. He skipped out on rehearsal, again, and consumed all of his time with bull shit. Whether it was sleeping, or eating -- TV or the Internet, he drowned himself in mundane activities until it was time for bed.

A text was sent to Grace earlier in the day, but there had been no reply. He wasn't surprised, but it was annoying. He hadn't meant to ruin everything. It felt like everything was just going to hell lately ... Romantically, at least.

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The next morning was no more exciting than Sunday's, but at least he had something to do -- and a bit more energy to do it. A shower was taken and breakfast was devoured. Then, he was forced to have a long, awkward talk with Reed about the events of Saturday. Surprisingly, it made him feel much better and enabled him to understand Grace's assumed perspective a bit better.

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❝Good Afternoon,❞ his voice was a bit louder than he meant for it to be, so he adjusted his tone and took a deep breath to calm any lingering resentment at the world before continuing. ❝Ms. Mhenjer. How are you?❞

He shifted to slide one strap of his backpack down his arm, and then the other. He placed it on box office table and then hunched over it, eyes set on Pierce. She didn't look occupied, so he assumed there wasn't anything he needed to do -- immediately.

The roads had been a bit icy, heading to Fortissimo. The thought of snow both annoyed and excited him. Annoyed, because he hated driving in it, but excited because of the romance in it. Snow, Christmas time ... Then he thought of the Lake Maer, and Mary and deflated a bit.

 

After looking around in the normal hiding spots for a cat, Kurt looked around for a leaflet, flyer, anything to tell him more about the play. He had heard mention about it, but hadn't bothered to find out anything about it as of yet. After he had found none, he walked back to where the others were standing. Kurt said to Aidan, "Do you know anything about the play, by any chance?"

The cat, meanwhile, was on an adventure. Thus far, he had wandered past two of the Two-legged Ones' large black paths, one thing-that-bubbles-water, and a pair of Two-legged Ones... biting eachother's mouths? He'd never understand them. Before him lay a large building... Two-legged One Kurt had just gone in. Neko decided to hunt him. Now, to find a way inside...

Kurt was looking around, and thinking. Perhaps this play would be fun to take part in... to find out about the others here. I wonder where the cat is, too. What happened to the mute girl who hurt her hand? He'd have to find out more information about her. She was certainly intriguing. So was Saraphina, for that matter, but she wasn't very nice... Perhaps she was the reason the mute one had left so quickly?

 

Zachary had heard some of the fights but his seat was far enough to spare him from the drama. He did note that Maria was looking super fly in her dress though, and it made him smile, getting the clothes tailor made for each actor was twice the work but seemed to be worth it so far. He stood up when the aftermath seemed to have abated and shifted his focus towards the backstage.

He knew someone on his team or in the play would have told him if something happened, but he couldn't help but compulsively check whenever he entered tthe theater. He climbed up the stairs and was in the back in seconds. He decided to work quietly when he neared Maria's backside, checking the big scenery boards that took up most of the stages background. That took a few minutes and he sighed in relief when he found nothing worth redoing. He heard an adorable giggle and a flash of blue hair and his heart leapt a bit, his favorite blogger apparently found something funny. But he was priorizing and took his mind off of socializing by petting Torvald's cow steed as he went over the other props used in the play. Finally he reappeared on stage and approached Maria.

She was really pretty, though he didn't really have a thing for female blonds. He gave her a lopsided grin that he hoped was cute as he stopped a few feet away from her. "You make a really good Michaela. I'm just checking up on the wardrobe though. So is there anything wrong with that dress? Or any of Michaela's other clothes?" He asked with honest intentions in his blue eyes. He would have to ask Torvald and the extras as well but for now, Maria seemed to be the only actress who was at practice on time. Kind of made the others look bad, especially if they lived in the school. He ceased his mind from wandering and briefly wondered if he would be treated with hostility, but he bashed that thought aside and concentrated on the moment at hand.

Zachary did eye her mic while he waited though. It had been some time before he'd sang for someone. Sooner or later he'd have to serenade one of his lovely crushes. He would have smirked at the thought if he hadn't been the key in the ignition of this conversation he'd started. Her make only enhanced her beauty and also made her look more like someone else to him, more like the Michaela described in the book. Internal he smiled noting that it had to be the work of the ever talented Elisa.

 

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✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» FOCUSED/CAUTIOUS ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » AUDITORIUM≛OOC ✌​

He watched the woman carefully step out of his car. She had an asymmetrically styled, short dark hair as well as sharp features and dark make up. She was sharply dressed. She wore a blazer with matching tights, pencil skirt and poo underneath. She had wrapped the scarf that previously lay on her lap around her neck before he pulled up. "Good bye Tucker. Thank you for the ride. It was nice seeing you. You take care of yourself now."

He gave his therapist a smile as he nodded and waved. "Not a problem at all! It was nice seeing you too Michelle. Thank you so much!"

The girl shot him a small smile on her thin lips as she closed the door and headed out into the winter. He watched her go into her building before he began driving off. He was really surprised that they were able to meet and have lunch together - despite him calling so shortly before. He needed to talk about what he felt with Maria yesterday because he was just too confused about it.

They met up for lunch and had been talking since then. He felt safe to talk about this since they were seated away from plenty people and he always felt safe to talk to her. He confessed on how scared he had been all morning and how the nightmares haunted him despite how nicely he had fallen asleep. He also confessed about how he felt like he kind of longed for that nice, warm feeling again. He still couldn't put his mind around it how sweet the moment he had with Maria was. It was so new to him. So, so new.

Michelle was kind yet stern - especially when Tucker began rambling about how scared he was and when he would kind of break down and lean his forehead on the table. She was proud that he had been able to open up a bit, but she urged him to be careful. Tucker didn't really understand why she told him that. He thought she of all people (well, besides his mother at least) would be more than proud to see him finally moving forward a bit - even though he did take a couple steps back. It kind of put him off guard and it made him frown as he tried to drive quickly to the university. Her words rang in his head, "You have to be careful, Tuck, if you don't want to hurt her."

His brown eyes gazed distantly to the side of the road as he stopped at a stoplight. He blinked, remembering what came out of his mouth after she said that to him 'Why?'

"You'll understand… soon, hopefully."

The beeping of a car from behind made him shift his gear back to drive and he carried on with his travel. The sudden beep also reminded him of how quickly that conversation had died. But really why? What was Tucker not seeing? He had such a wonderful time with Maria yesterday. How did he hurt her? Sure, he would probably hurt himself at one point - but hurt her? How?

He drove carefully into the parking lot of the school, taking the nearest parking empty parking space from the exit. He had to brush it off now. Right. He had to focus. It was an important rehearsal meet today and whoop-dee-doo, he was late already. He quickly put his fleece coat on, stuffed his phone into his pocket and pulled the key out of the engine. He took a deep breath before he went out to brave the cold air. He bit his lip the moment he went out, as he closed the car door - feeling the freezing metal on the tips of his fingers. Locking his car up, he quickly made his way to the auditorium watching his own breath as he ran.

He pushed the heavy doors of the auditorium with a huff as he entered it. He shivered slightly and warmed up his hands. The theatre, like always, was much warmer than outside - much to his liking. He smiled to himself before paying attention to everyone around. He noticed some of the cast and crew scurrying around the backstage which first caught his eye, but then his chestnut ones caught the lead actress on stage - next to the set designer. He pressed his lips together as his breathing became shallow. It was almost like he could hear his heartbeat suddenly. Collecting himself back together he shook his head and shivered again as he turned to the sound booth and ran up the steps towards it.

He swung the door open without a knock and saw Erik already over. "Gahh, sorry Im late again. Had important um… family stuff." he mumbled. He wasn't lying. He really wasn't. The whole therapist thing had been happening for a good eight years. It was pretty much accurately put as family stuff. He quickly glided across the room as he slipped the thick fleece coat from his sweater. He dumped that over the chair before sitting down at it, immediately placing his hands over the controls and adjusting necessary things. His eyes danced around all the buttons before he looked up at the stage again. He licked his upper lip like he did when he was nervous as he gazed at Maria again for a second, before he put his attention to the miss and speakers that were around. "Great! The mics are in place. Just gotta fix some adjustments on the volumes and frequencies so nothing surges together or whatever."


Fixing said adjustments he leaned back to his seat, snapping from focused to relaxed just like that. He locked his hands behind his head with his elbows pointed out as he leaned back. He looked at Erik and smiled before darkly adding, "A swell afternoon to you by the way."

 

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For the first few moments of the rehearsal, Alex did nothing but sat there, waiting for someone to start. From what he could tell they were still missing a lead, which was a problem if they wanted to start. It was even more clear that Maria, the other lead who's name he overheard, really wasn't happy with all this waiting around. ​

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Maybe there was something that he could though. Sure he was just a supporting character, but all he needed was one lead to support and that's what they had. He got up from his seat and made his way up to the stage. First thing he would need to do was to speak with speak with her, which wasn't too hard since she just got up on stage. ​

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"So as a supporting character, what should I do?" He lightly rubbed the back of his head as he asked, a clear signal that he didn't have much of a clue on what to do.​

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Natalie Williams

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

Natalie woke up late. It was around noon when she finally came to. "Oh great..." She said. She hurried over to Xara and woke her up. "Xara! Come on. We have to go get ready for mandatory rehearsal today!" Luckily for her, she had an extra set of clothes just in case she ended up at Sarah's one night. Although Sarah was carefree enough to wear the same clothes for a few days, Natalie liked to look good all the time. Not that Sarah didn't look good, she just needed to change every once in a while. She handed Xara some clothes so she could get dressed as well and waited.

While she waited, she checked her phone, and she had a message from Alex.

"How's after rehearsal work?"

After rehearsal. Yes, that was all well and good, but she had both Xara and Sarah to babysit (even if Sarah was older, she certainly didn't act that way).

"Yeah, that's fine. See you at rehearsal and after then xoxo"

Perfect. Hopefully getting away from her girlfriends would relieve some of her stress.

 

『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 34°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/21/2015 - 2:43PM ✖『DAY』 04.2​

❝Man, you guys still haven't started?❞ Noëlle called out to the stage with a smile as she reentered the auditorium, trailing after Maria. ❝Tsk, tsk!❞

Her heavily mascaraed eyes scanned the theater for Julius. When she didn't find him, she sighed and her arms fell and unfolded from over her chest. The heels of her boots reverberated off of the shiny hardwood of the stage on her way up and to the piano, though she wasn't sure what she was accompanying if no one had started rehearsing. As of late, everyone was just kind of lounging about lazily. The show was so close, and it wasn't perfect yet.

They needed to practice!

Bryan wasn't here either, but that was a good thing. She had seen him leading the orchestra away, and immediately hid behind one of the walls of the hallway until they passed.

Maria was here, though. She had never text her back. Looking at her phone for too long would make her feel nervous for a while, until she got used to this whole 'pen pal' thing.

She set the cup of water she had gotten while out in the hall down underneath the stool of the piano and spun around energetically, though inside ...

❝Who are we waiting on? ...❞ A glance around answered her question. ❝Probably Torvald?❞

 

Even with being prepared for his presence, Pierce still jumped at the sound of Oliver's voice. She clutched chest and scrambled to her feet. "Oh! Hah... Hi Oliver. Did you ah... have a nice weekend?" It must have been if he wanted to skip out the whole time. She still wasn't sure how nice her own weekend was, but at least she hadn't felt lonely like before. "I was just gonna go see about getting this light changed," she pointed up to the one flickering overhead, "It looks to be going out. A-and then I-I was gonna start cleaning up in here, s-so everything would be more organized and easy t-to access." Pierce r lips together and moved to the light switch. "I-I'mma shut off the light for a minute t-to unscrew the bulb." She shut off the light and dragged one of the chairs underneath the light, climbing up it. It was rather dark in the box office and she was acutely aware of her proximity to Oliver in the dark. Please don't fall. Please don't fall...

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Zachary approached Maria on the stage and she couldn't help smile. "Thank you so much. It means a lot!" He commented on the wardrobe and she couldn't help but think this was her opportunity to thank them. "Oh no, it's all wonderful. Everything looks incredible and fits to a tee. Even the gown for the end of the musical. It's all great Zachary. You guys did an amazing job." She gave his shoulder a quick squeeze before redirecting her attention to Noëlle.

"Yeah. That would be the pompous ass we're waiting on me. We could do one of the parts that don't involve him for now." She sat down on the piano bench beside Noëlle and smiled at her. The red head never texted her back and she couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of punishment for taking so long to respond to her yesterday. This whole Tucker thing had her all out of sorts. Speaking of--she glanced around wondering if he had finally shown up.

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Erik glanced up at Tucker from his notes and gave a quick nod. "If you say so." He was a bit distracted. "If you've got everything handled here, I'm gonna go work with the orchestra for the rest of the day." His voice was flat and lacking emotion. Erik roses from his spot and walked past his friend, ruffling the red head's hair as he walked out of the sound booth in the direction of the band practice room.

 

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His eyes slowly began to open and soon enough Julius rose from is bed and lazily sat up quite dazed and groaggy. The last night was horrible and he was still feeling the side effects from the whole craziness he went through. As he got out of bed still wearing last nights clothes, Julius' eye noticed the clock on the wall and immediately his eye widen "Oh...my...friggin...god" Julius said before rushing into the shower and getting himself ready. His lateness took a huge turn and Julius had to rush for his life.

Quickly he rushed over to the auditorium repeating the word "late" as he rushed down the halls and attempted to reach his destination. The door was right before him and while he ran he couldn't stop himself before colliding with the door in front of him. The doors opened up, but Julius went flying though the doorway due to the collision. "WHAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK?" Julius yelled before he began to fall down the stairs leading down to the stage."WHY...ER... CANT...OW... I STOP....GUK.... ROLLINNNNNNNNNG" Julius yelled as he tumbled down the stairs until finally he came to a stop and laid on his stomach with a groan. It only took at least 3 seconds before Julius instantly jumped to his feet and rubbed the back of his head as he closed his eyes "man that hurt" Julius said before opening his eye once more.

"Sorry I'm late...had a very...odd night last night..." Julius said before crossing his arms and staring out at the others he could see "Alright the play is in 4 more days and we really cant be wasting our time just playing around or falling down stairs" Julius said with a determined grin. His eye noticed Noelle over by the piano and he was quite pleased to see that the girl had made it to practice this time unlike the other day. "Now get your asses in gear" Julius told everybody

 

His weekend? He pulled back from the heavy backpack and took a seat, smiling still. It was a bit of an standard question, but left him with a couple of options. He could devulge the events of the weekend and ask an actual female what she thought, answer truthfully but gloss over the details, or lie.

She didn't really leave him much room to do either three, as she explained the predicament with the light. He was about to offer to change it himself, but was interrupted as she stepped up to take care of it and shut the lights off.

Submerged in darkness, he could feel his ears getting hot. This was ... He cleared his throat in the silence and pressed his lips together to distract himself.

"Well ... My weekend was fine," he murmured. "How about yours? ... Be careful."

 

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{OOC: This is a name banner to be used until after finals when I can create a proper banner, so alas. Will add status information for next post, still deciding. MICHAELA and ALBERT are filler names until I can discuss things with hyuge.}​

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<< IGNITE REVOLUTION >>​

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Torvald awoke with a start, his eyes wide and maddeningly shaken. The small red nicks in his eyes, his blood vessels, seemed to pop out in dismay as his pupils shrunk to grain-sized dots. ​

By the name of all that was glorious and mighty in the endless revolution just exactly how long had he been out? And nobody had had the sense to look for him in this instance! What dirty middle class selfish scoundrels! Pricks, the lot of them! Torvald tried to stand up on the dirty, old surface of the washroom. Ridiculous lambasting bourgeois strutting around thinking they own the goddamn place but they don't because this isn't a revolution for them no it never was never it was a revolution against their coy cunning sly selfish self-centered oppressive regi--​

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Whup! Torvald's shoes slipped again but he quickly thrust forward his arms and caught his head over the sink. All of the rehearsals he must have missed. All of the potential chances for changing the script. All of the days of revolution he could have ignited to the wings of infinity in his time away! How long had it even been? Torvald gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Dark bags lined his clear blue eyes and his face was frozen in a surprised scowl. How disgusting! A shameless, wretched face of someone who has failed a revolution! To the lowest pits of hell with this face! Torvald thought these things as he quickly turned on the tap and splashed his face with cold water. He shivered slightly, the chilly drops sliding along his strands of long blond hair. ​

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Holding the sink by its edges, he inhaled deeply and looked forward. Where was everyone? Did they go off trying to commit revolutions without him? Insolent curs! Fiendish infidels who would never understand the deep-rooted, infinite problems of the oppressed working-class like he did, especially when they were all goody-goody ascribed-status aristocratic chowder-headed buck-breathing top hats that wouldn't last a chance in the real world because he was forgotten!​

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Alas!​

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Torvald pivoted on his foot and ran out of the bathroom back into the dusty confines of his dorm room, rushing towards the rehearsal auditorium. ​

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He did not realize that he left the withered and dried blue rose on the bathroom floor.​

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So he did what he could do best.​

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Torvald barreled through the auditorium's double doors, huffing and puffing, his eyes angry with fierce blue fire. He pushed aside a bespectacled girl who was making her way into the room. All for the revolution.

Torvald did not notice the grey cat that quickly darted between his legs. ​

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He momentarily cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie, before fixating his gaze at the stage.​

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<< A BILLION PARDONS, PEONS OF THE REVOLUTION. THE WINGS OF MY INFINITE EFFORTS TO CURB THE OPPRESSION OF THE SINK UPON THE WORKING-CLASS THAT IS MY HEAD PROVED TO BE UNFRUITFUL IN THE FOUR OR SO DAYS OF MY ABSENCE! >> ​

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He began walking calmly, yelling his lungs out with a flat face that did not seem to fit with his words at all. Instead, his eyes were darting around quickly, trying to take in as much information about what happened here as possible. All the while, he continued.​

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<< IT IS SADDENING TO SAY, UPON MARX'S GLORIOUS MOUSTACHE, THAT NOT A SINGLE COMRADE CAME TO CHECK UPON MY WELL BEING IN THE INTERIM OF THE PERSONAL PROLETARIAN STRUGGLE I WAS HAVING WITH MY CONSCIOUSNESS! A TRUE SHAME FOR ALL OF YOU, BUT IF WE CAN GET THIS REHEARSAL RIGHT THEN NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WILL BE EXCLUDED FROM THE GLORIOUS UTOPIA THAT I SHALL CREATE IN THE NAME OF ALL FREE OF OPPRESSION.​

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So perhaps, it is to say, WE SHOULD BEGIN THIS REHEARSAL, IF WE MAY. >>​

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<< CEASE REVOLUTION >>​

 

Neko was happy. Loud-Two-legged-one had burst through a door, letting him in.
"Wah wah wah wings wah wah curb blargh the sink wragh head blargle wahgh fwerb four or so days..."

The cat wandered about, sniffing. He wandered up to One-Eye-Fast-Two-Legged-One, and pulled at his shoelace. He said, "Ack" to the two-legged-one, and then he went to find a good hiding spot from which to ambush Kurt. Flitting from shadow to shadow, he found Electronic-Smell-Two-Legged-One by a bank of movey bits on a board. He hopped up on the board, accidentally pushing several of the movey bits around. He then hopped down, spotting Kurt. He ran beneath the seats of the auditorium, silently. Drawing a bead on Kurt's arm, resting upon the seat in front of him, he leapt...

"WAAUGH!" shouted Kurt, as a grey torpedo hit his arm. Instinctively, he caught the cat in his arms. "Neko, you have to stop doing that!" he said, starting to laugh. Neko curled up upon Kurt's lap. Kurt decided he might as well watch the rehersal. He realized that opening night was Christmas, which was but a few days away... too little time for him to help out. So far... he had identified a teacher, who was apparently helping run the production, Aidan, who was apparently an extra, and a few others from yesterday he didn't know. There was also a rather loud one who was ranting something about... Groucho Marx's mustache? What? Kurt was confused. He had thought Karl Marx was clean-shaven, though Karl Marx would better fit a few of the words of this disheveled, wet-faced man... Was he high? Kurt couldn't tell.

 

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Pierce had just wrapped her hand around the bulb and began to slowly twist it out of the socket when Oliver's voice rang out in the darkness of the small room. ❝ Well ... My weekend was fine, ❞ he murmured.

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❝ Oh, that's good. ❞ she replied. It was almost out. Pierce squinted her eyes and pressed her lips firmly together as she lifted one foot up slightly off the chair.

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❝ How about yours? ... Be careful. ❞ he told her.

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❝ Hm? Oh, mine was-- ❞ Her leg began to tremble and the moment the bulb was out of the light fixture, she lost her balance. Pierce squeaked a surprised gasp as she tumbled off the chair, still holding the bulb. She landed on her side and let the bulb roll out of her hand. Her elbow hit the ground hard and her skirt had slid up her leg. Pierce scrambled to her feet. Her face was flushed red and she was grateful for the dim lighting in the box office. Her whole body seemed to be on fire. Why did she always have to fall? As if being shy wasn't enough, she had to be clumsy too. She wanted to run and hide after that, but it would probably only make things awkward and more embarrassing on her part.

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Her hands smoothed over her outfit and she cleared her now very dry throat. ❝ Ah-um... ❞ She didn't know what to say. What could she say? He warned her. He had warned her to be careful. It was kind of a jinx for her. People should just always tell her to let bad things happen rather than strive for the opposite, because then she might actually have a chance at being okay.​

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Alex was going to try again with Maria, but someone else had walked through the door. While he didn't have a clue who he was, he remembered that he was also one of the people standing on stand. So that's who Torvald is. ​

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<< A BILLION PARDONS, PEONS OF THE REVOLUTION. THE WINGS OF MY INFINITE EFFORTS TO CURB THE OPPRESSION OF THE SINK UPON THE WORKING-CLASS THAT IS MY HEAD PROVED TO BE UNFRUITFUL IN THE FOUR OR SO DAYS OF MY ABSENCE! >>​

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Though it was subtle, Alex gave him a confused look. He didn't now what revolution that he was talking about or whether he should even care about it. He fully doubted that he was planning on starting a revolt against something.​

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<< IT IS SADDENING TO SAY, UPON MARX'S GLORIOUS MOUSTACHE, THAT NOT A SINGLE COMRADE CAME TO CHECK UPON MY WELL BEING IN THE INTERIM OF THE PERSONAL PROLETARIAN STRUGGLE I WAS HAVING WITH MY CONSCIOUSNESS! A TRUE SHAME FOR ALL OF YOU, BUT IF WE CAN GET THIS REHEARSAL RIGHT THEN NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WILL BE EXCLUDED FROM THE GLORIOUS UTOPIA THAT I SHALL CREATE IN THE NAME OF ALL FREE OF OPPRESSION.​

So he knocked himself out, well that did explain some things Though this Utopia or whatever he was talking about seemed like it'd be something that one would expect out a revolution. "Well, now we can start." Shrugging his shoulders, he went back to be silent as he waited.

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Dennis had just been sitting around noticing despite how mandatory this rehearsal was not really many people were here yet. Regardless he kept listening to music while sitting back in a chair, just going over what he had to do. While he wasn't the most important role, he was probably the most forgetful. And he did not want to screw everything up by forgetting a small amount of effort and memorization he had to put down when compared to what Maria and the always theatrical Torvald had to do. Speaking of which the second lead actor was nowhere to be seen. Ah well, he was sure things would probably work out.

He heard the door open and looked to see someone he couldn't place if he knew or not, and saw her just sit down. She seemed alright looking but just a glance and by the way she appeared he figured she was really into herself. Then Maria came down and started getting in an argument with her. He didn't really bother with because a) with his music playing he couldn't properly hear anything about the argument, b) he figured it would sort itself out and c) girls are scary when they're arguing. Thankfully Sophie appeared to break it up and everything turned back to...well nothing really happening again. That was until he heard the boisterous profanities that could only belong to one man at this school. He looked up and noticed badass professor Julius tumbling down the stairs. Dennis chuckled at the situation because no one could pull off a stunt like that and then tell everyone to get to work quite like Julius could.

Just as he was about to stand up and get started he then recognized a set of unrecognizable words that still, belonged to one man alone. The second lead actor finally showed up, saying all these different statements about revolutions, the working class , a porcelinatarian(?) struggle, and then finally to starting practice. Despite people finding Torvald annoying, Dennis kind of just chuckled every time he spoke. I mean the words and theatrics were just so over the top he just couldn't help but laugh. And that stuff about revolutions, classic...unless of course he was actually planning a government takeover in which case that was an entirely different problem to deal with. But he was pretty sure..or at least hoping, that wasn't the actual case. Standing up now he thought 'well practice can get started now.'

 

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The double doors of the auditorium banged open and Maria lifted her gaze from the piano. Her blue eyes traced a path all the way up the stairs, watching as a young blond man came in, huffing and puffing--apparently out of breath. She groaned and rolled her eyes. It was about damn time he showed up. Torvald cleared his throat as he approached the stage and all she could think was: so it begins. He liked to command attention and treat everyone like they were beneath him. She liked attention too, but would never stoop to his lengths to be heard.

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❝ A BILLION PARDONS, PEONS OF THE REVOLUTION. THE WINGS OF MY INFINITE EFFORTS TO CURB THE OPPRESSION OF THE SINK UPON THE WORKING-CLASS THAT IS MY HEAD PROVED TO BE UNFRUITFUL IN THE FOUR OR SO DAYS OF MY ABSENCE! ❞ He began walking calmly, yelling his lungs out with a flat face that did not seem to fit with his words at all. Instead, his eyes were darting around quickly. All the while, he continued. ❝ IT IS SADDENING TO SAY, UPON MARX'S GLORIOUS MUSTACHE, THAT NOT A SINGLE COMRADE CAME TO CHECK UPON MY WELL BEING IN THE INTERIM OF THE PERSONAL PROLETARIAN STRUGGLE I WAS HAVING WITH MY CONSCIOUSNESS! A TRUE SHAME FOR ALL OF YOU, BUT IF WE CAN GET THIS REHEARSAL RIGHT THEN NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WILL BE EXCLUDED FROM THE GLORIOUS UTOPIA THAT I SHALL CREATE IN THE NAME OF ALL FREE OF OPPRESSION. So perhaps, it is to say, WE SHOULD BEGIN THIS REHEARSAL, IF WE MAY. ❞

The moment Torvald finished his rant, Maria rose from her spot next to Noëlle on the piano bench and strolled over to him. Her heels clicked in time with the steady pace to which she walked. She stopped at the edge of the stage and lowered herself to her knees. Something came over her and she felt almost as if she were in a trance. Her hand retracted as she knelt, now eye level with him. Blue eyes met blue, tinged with red--they coupled one another, each having blond hair and blue eyes. Her hand seemed to move almost on its own as it struck Torvald across the face. The palm of her hand stung and her eyes widened. Did she really just hit him?

❝ You have no right to come in here lecturing everyone. ❞ Her expression grew dark and angry, the edge in her voice barely contained as she grit her teeth together. ❝ We have all been here and have already started rehearsal. I didn't see you all weekend. Do you know where I spent my weekend? ❞ She waved her arms theatrically, taking in auditorium. ❝ Here. ❞ Maria clambered to her feet and dusted off the hem of the dress. Her expression seemed to change, just slightly. The anger was gone, but she was still just as serious. ❝ Get up here so we can get started. We've all had enough waiting around on you for one lifetime. ❞ Now that she was towering over him, she crossed her arms over her chest and made her way back to the piano.

She didn't bother looking to see if anyone had been staring--of course they were. They would all be staring. Maria stopped by the sleek smooth surface of the piano and nodded at Noëlle to begin. ❝ I think you can start your accompaniment now, ❞ she said softly to the red-head.

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✜ Mood: Annoyed ❖ Interaction: Torvald ❖ Location: Auditorium ✜ ​

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Oliver swiveled around in the dark. Pierce's figure tumbled from the chair and hit the ground with an unnerving 'thump'. His heart beat against his rib cage and he immediately moved the chair out of his way, kneeling down beside the fallen girl with a somewhat exasperated sigh.

"I told you to be careful ..." He said, sternly. He wasn't angry or annoyed with her, just worried. The movement of a rolling lightbulb had alerted his attention the moment she fell. He had been listening out for any shattering of glass.

Knelt beside her, he leaned closer and hovered over her body, searching for the light. Once he found it, he stood, placed the chair back and screwed the orb in. Seconds later, the box office was illuminated and he was holding a hand out towards Pierce.

"Are you hurt?" His tone was even, but his eyes were worried. He motioned his still outstretched hand towards the elbow that was halfway propping her up. It was sure to need an ice pack, at least. "... Let's see if the main office has a first aid kit."

 

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Seraphina smiled at Sophie, then went back to work on her lines. She thought they sounded wonderful, but she was a perfectionist after all, some work is never done. She felt ready to present, but then again they really didn't have a choice. She was going to, ready or not. All of her acting, singing and dance experience counted now. She read them in her head, out loud, trying to figure out what her character should do. After hours and hours maybe she had gotten it down. After a while she just got bored and She looked around the room, judging the others at the back of her mind, sort of force of habit she guessed. She always had options of people, even before talking to them... it was a good way to tell how someone was without getting hurt. Another reason why she never had a boyfriend. She looked at the time... it was going to get late really soon. She walked over to Aidan, even though he looked busy, ​

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"Hey Aidan... I'm going to head out... I'll call you later... and maybe we could go out for cafe or something tomorrow. Ciao." She said, winking at him and walking out of the building. ​

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The limo had waited outside for her and she stepped in. Closing the window, she sat down and sighed. She thought Maria wouldn't be in such a bad mood, maybe she could fix it tomorrow. She was very good at cheering people up. But... she knew deep down in her heart a secret hatred was brewing... that not even she could control. At least she was prettier then that Maria girl.... stunning even. She smiled to herself. Maybe one day she could prove to her she was a better actress.... and singer. She almost laughed. ​

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When she got home she sat on her double king size bed, drinking her hot chocolate that her house keeper put for her on her night stand. She stared at her phone, wondering if Aidan was going to call or text her tonight. She lied down, humming and singing to herself... wondering about her family. Leaving her here... it almost made her cry. But after Seraphina got older, she realized that she would be getting the least attention. Her Mother and Father focused on her sister, and by Seraphina's guess, her mother was pregnant again.... ​

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Seraphina sighed. She didn't want to think about this right now. She drank more of her hot chocolate and changed into her silk Pj's. Her house was so big, and there was so much to do, but no one here to do it with. She looked out her window at the gardens. Bushes and Bushes of roses and other flowers, making a shape of a Rose if you saw all the hedges from the sky. There was a little gazebo in the middle... it was only for Seraphina, because she loved the flowers so much. She would sit there and swing on the swing they placed inside it. It was all glass with one door and beautiful. Out of all the things in her house she loved it the most. Maybe she could make some friends and they could come over... after all, it was so boring without anyone here. Maybe after coffee tomorrow, Aidan could come. Seraphina day dreamed in her bed, before finally falling asleep. She looked like a sleeping princess, almost doll like... she wondered what tomorrow would bring, but she knew... probably more drama then the day before... hopefully something good would happen to her. ​

 

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The twenty three year old's head snapped up from the controls as he pulled himself up from his seat to see who had just entered the auditorium so loudly. Of course, he really didn't have to check at all to know who it was. No one other than Trovald who, as always, began his own monologue. Small smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head and sat back down on the seat, reaching for the controls of the second microphone - which was to be Trovald's.

Where was his mic anyway? Well, Maria had hers on before he got in. He searched the sound booth quickly, but found nothing inside. The mics must have been moved by Erik - possibly given to the actors already? He stood up once again to glance at the stage, his chestnut eyes growing bright in delight as he spotted a bunch of lapel mics on the side of the stage. They were all off, but ready to go nonetheless. He bent down a bit, reaching for the little mic in the sound booth that would go through the speakers (this helped when Erik or Julius and he would need adjustments in the tech from the sound booth, he could speak back to them from there). He cleared his throat to speak but before he could push the button that would allow him to talk, a loud slap echoed through the auditorium.

His eyes widened at who had done it. Maria and Trovald, Trovald being the victim. His mouth gaped open. The two would usually bump heads about mostly everything but... did she really just smack him on the face?! Judging by how it literally caught everyone's attention and silenced the entire auditorium, it must have been pretty bad. He gulped as he watched her scold the late lead actor.

That was just really harsh. No one had the right to hit anyone! It made him feel all upset inside - probably because he didn't expect Maria, who was nothing but sweet and gorgeous and talented to him, to do such a thing. Especially after how he's been with her recently. He frowned as he watched her move back towards Noelle, who was on the piano, ❝ I think you can start your accompaniment now, ❞

He reached for the button and pushed it before speaking into the mic, his voice was a little shaky at the beginning, "Wh-whoaa, okay. Okay. Everyone just calm, um, down. Um.... c-can anyone get a mic on Trovald so we can get started. They're forward right on the stage, please don't forget to switch them on once it's on him. Noelle, you can start, I'll fix your mic's frequency from there."

 

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❝ I told you to be careful ... ❞ Oliver said, sternly. He sounded worried as he knelt down beside her. His body was so close to hers she was sure she felt the heat radiating off it--or was it hers from being so embarrassed? He seemed to find the bulb and after a beat or two, the room was filled with light once more. ❝ Are you hurt? ❞ When she looked up into his eyes, her knees felt ready to buckle a second time, but for different reasons.

Pierce couldn't seem to find her voice as he pointed his outstretched hand towards her elbow. Her gaze drifted down to it, thankful for having an excuse to look away. Did it hurt? She poked her elbow and a jolt of pain radiated up her arm. It did... Pierce clamped her teeth down onto her bottom lip, biting back the pain.

❝ ... Let's see if the main office has a first aid kit. ❞ he said.

She nodded wordlessly as she took his hand and properly got to her feet. With her uninjured arm, she smoothed her skirt. Pierce turned away from him, not wanting Oliver to see how red she was. She felt feverish with how hot her skin was. Thankfully, her hair was down so he couldn't see the red tinge of her skin staining the back of her neck. ❝ Th-thanks, ❞ she managed to choke out before leaving the box office. She followed after him to the main office.

Her elbow was throbbing by the time they got there. Pierce hugged her arm tightly to her body, careful not to bump it any further. After some direction, they found that there was indeed a first aid kit. Pierce took a seat in one of the thickly cushioned chairs. She felt a mixture of gratitude and something else--she couldn't quite put her finger on it--for Oliver helping her. She didn't want to burden him with such a task. ❝ I-I can do it... if y-you don't want to... ❞