Stage Fright
Settings & Atmosphere
An out of the way building, a dim room. The red curtains swayed softly, welcoming the comforting breeze into the empty audience rows. This was the real stage... It all happened here, in the light of it all. The world was a spotlight. Behind the scenes the actors were working. Not on scripts, but on paperwork on the show; what They will be watching, as the world is watching them. For they are acting on stage, yes. But as they speak the lines performed at each gathering, their eyes dart around the room. Watching, waiting. For what? That's exactly what there is to find out. Human analysis has come a long way; the best at this open profession can detect every lie, every uncomfortable twitch. But what about the unopened area of this? Yes, we have come far, we see the development of our social, mental, and emotional aspects as humans living and breathing in our daily lives. But as you are being watched, observed, you can feel your palms sweat, your heart pound, with the inevitable fact that you know you are observed. Have you ever had the feeling that you are being watched? You're not alone. The fact is, we know that people act different when the light is shining; we try our best to behave, to be decent in the public eye. We hide our thoughts, our emotions. But now, you may never know if you are the watcher or the watched. Disguising yourselves; yes, we've all done it. But do you really know what it looks like when the sun goes down, when all is before you? So as we set each place upon the stage, take heed: we are all actors. We all play a part in this choreographed performance, improvising what parts we don't know with ideas of our own. We act each role, persuading others to believe what we want them: that we are who we say, this character. This way, they can go on watching the play without notice. And act like nothings wrong. Act as if we are normal. Normality is not a factor. The deepest secret, the newest crush, the indescribable thoughts, all are about to take a bow on the stage of life. The Stage is dark until you are thrown into the spotlight. Don't be afraid, for you have rehearsed. We are all actors.
How will you act when the world is Watching?
Details
This Roleplay can cover the basics on most genre. It can be a Science fiction, an action. Romance would be easy to pull off in this particular environment. But we'll just have to see where it leads. It can also change. Remember, this can be a play within a play. The actors must perform, as well as observe.
Now, there are just a few -- And I use the word "few," lightly -- basics I would like to pressure into action:
No Godmodding.
No Powermodding.
No Single posts.
Please use good grammar when posting.
No Cybering. Romance is accepted, but if things get too far, try to skip over it. Watch what you post.
Be careful when posting; some scenes may take longer time or use more detail. Be considerate and aware of this.
No Killing other Characters unless permitted.
Try to make your characters as real as possible. I don't mean that they must be human. I mean, have faults. Pasts. Thoughts. Make them your own. It adds detail and friction to the Roleplay.
I'm not going to say you have to ask in order to join, or not. But please, do not come in for just two posts, created from boredom, then intentionally leave. I'm hoping this Roleplay will go far, and that could alter the story line. I especially stress this because it seems some people have disappeared recently, with only a few posts.
Please use detail in the posts of this Roleplay. As you can see, detail is very important for the progression of this, and if we want to make this the best we can, we need to be sure that we use detailed posts. If not, the progression will become vague and uninteresting, and may not end well.
On the note of race and species: At the present moment, the race is human. If you desire another species, please make a note of it. If your character fits within the rules, we can find a way to work it in.
To all active members: It seems our genre has been decided upon by a democratic system of majority rules, though we only seemed to have but one thought. Romance has been the selected path, with a minor genre of mystery as well. Of course, this is a suggestion, and not a limitation. Feel free throw in comedy and tragedy, as well as drama and action. (Of course that does not mean we can talk it all over board. Recall out ground rules.) And again, just remember to enjoy yourself, and to make your character your own.
I know this may seem very restricting to some, but as I said, I'd like this to last awhile.
If you have an issue or concern with any of the listed, or if I forgot to mention something, feel free to contact me.
Thank you for taking the time to read through my guidelines, which I admit are rather hard to compromise with. I offer my gratitude, and appreciate your dedication. Everyone that has decided to make Stage Fright worthwhile means a lot to me, and I do know you all out of character, and have talked to personally; you all are wonderful people. With that being said...
Welcome to Stage Fright.
Replies
*Takes off the brown hat I was oh so conveniently wearing and lays it upon my heart* Argh, I swore I wouldn't let this die as long as I was still here... I guess I'm not so good at keeping my word. Anyways, I just wanted to pay my respects to this... It's actually gonna stay with me. Feel free to delete this post. At least it will live on using Keegs site, don't give up DR.
Created by (Gene) 69d 18hours ago. [ ]
-----GOODBYE TO STAGE FRIGHT-----
Yes... You knew it was coming. Stage Fright has become too much, and so many people have made their resignation that it has become impossible to keep. I am more saddened that anyone that the end has come so soon. But it's thriving has become weak and fruitless. I of course, will post as long as there is another for me to respond to, but seeing as that has been few and far between, I have lost much hope. I thank you all for all of the effort you have put into this creation, and it means more than the world to me that it has become possible, even for a moment.
On a much brighter note, there will be a restart of this RolePlay on another website, by our own Keeg (Sheakhan). The site is http://thehabitation.forummotion.com/forum.htm if anyone should want to join and continue this creation, or make one of your own. You will find RolePlaying under the Story Telling section.
Also, not to advertise, I am in the midst of creating another RP, of a different genre all together. Be sure to look it up.
And so, the curtains close to no standing ovation, but merely the standing of the janitor in the back row, as he took a break to watch the final act. It seemed so inconclusive; it left more questions than answers. As does life. A Kafkaesque, life brings you more questions the more you try to answer. So sit back, relax, and watch the performance without thought or question as you perform one of you own. Your script is in your lap, but no need to double check; you have been doing this a long time...
Take a bow.
Goodbye Stage Fright.
Yes... You knew it was coming. Stage Fright has become too much, and so many people have made their resignation that it has become impossible to keep. I am more saddened that anyone that the end has come so soon. But it's thriving has become weak and fruitless. I of course, will post as long as there is another for me to respond to, but seeing as that has been few and far between, I have lost much hope. I thank you all for all of the effort you have put into this creation, and it means more than the world to me that it has become possible, even for a moment.
On a much brighter note, there will be a restart of this RolePlay on another website, by our own Keeg (Sheakhan). The site is http://thehabitation.forummotion.com/forum.htm if anyone should want to join and continue this creation, or make one of your own. You will find RolePlaying under the Story Telling section.
Also, not to advertise, I am in the midst of creating another RP, of a different genre all together. Be sure to look it up.
And so, the curtains close to no standing ovation, but merely the standing of the janitor in the back row, as he took a break to watch the final act. It seemed so inconclusive; it left more questions than answers. As does life. A Kafkaesque, life brings you more questions the more you try to answer. So sit back, relax, and watch the performance without thought or question as you perform one of you own. Your script is in your lap, but no need to double check; you have been doing this a long time...
Take a bow.
Goodbye Stage Fright.
Created by Will (DustedRelection) 82d 23hours ago. [ ]
Buster approached Will with the others. Taylor seemed to be expressionless, probably hiding his aforementioned embarrassment as he was made the jester of the performance. Jeff seemed quiet, as usual, and Tania was obviously very tired. They could've all used some sleep, nevertheless. Ethan, however, was still brimming with energy, which puzzled Buster immensely. How the hell is that guy still standing, much less ready to "wage war" on our audience to be? He slipped back behind the other and studied all of them closely, especially Ethan. He would make a most intriguing subject, no doubt, though Buster tried not to think of people as mere "experiments". He continued to stay the rear, as he preferred, and as to allow Will to show the others theirs rooms first, allowing him the private time he needed to speak with her.
As they proceeded down the hall, Buster noticed all of the intricate artworks that lined the walls. Leonardo, Picasso, Michelangelo, and some other names that he did not recognize. At any rate, they were all renaissance in nature, though one thing did puzzle him: there seemed to be some paintings that bore the name of a famous artist that he had never seen nor heard of before. Is it possible that Will has purchased such works that had not been reproduced?
Will...
Distracted with the thought of her once again, he dismissed the oddity of the paintings and redirected his attention to her once again. He studied her dress and hair, and even her foot attire. It was all he could see from where he was located for now. Will was the only person that he'd met thus far that he was unable to fully analyze as a test subject. As for why, he was uncertain. Sometimes - well, more often than not, in fact - he was cut off from his emotions. That's not to say that they weren't there, he just couldn't fully feel them, nor describe them, nor even fully understand and know what to do with them. This was one of the reasons he took on the project; he knew Will would not only provide the resources and opportunity to better understand the minds of others, but his own mind as well.
As they continued down the hall, which seemed endless, he could almost smell a sweet, homey smell. It was as if Will's very nature and appearance produced a fragrance that, if any stronger, would enthrall him completely, almost seduce him. He closed his eyes gently and attempted to harvest more of this aerial nectar as innocently as possible... only to stray ever so slightly from his path and trip over a nearby chair, causing something of a scene as he fell from his height and collided with Tania in front of him, who in turn pushed down Taylor, Jeff and Will like dominoes, sparing only Only Mr. Ethan. The resulting thuds were almost comical, if only for his state of mind, bringing him more embarrassment than he could handle. He buried his tomato-red face in his free arm, as the other was under someone's body, and bit his lip firmly, ignoring the dull pain in his knee, and waited anxiously for the oncoming scolding - like a child who had misbehaved, awaiting his punishment from his parents. Dear God, please let this evening end quickly...
As they proceeded down the hall, Buster noticed all of the intricate artworks that lined the walls. Leonardo, Picasso, Michelangelo, and some other names that he did not recognize. At any rate, they were all renaissance in nature, though one thing did puzzle him: there seemed to be some paintings that bore the name of a famous artist that he had never seen nor heard of before. Is it possible that Will has purchased such works that had not been reproduced?
Will...
Distracted with the thought of her once again, he dismissed the oddity of the paintings and redirected his attention to her once again. He studied her dress and hair, and even her foot attire. It was all he could see from where he was located for now. Will was the only person that he'd met thus far that he was unable to fully analyze as a test subject. As for why, he was uncertain. Sometimes - well, more often than not, in fact - he was cut off from his emotions. That's not to say that they weren't there, he just couldn't fully feel them, nor describe them, nor even fully understand and know what to do with them. This was one of the reasons he took on the project; he knew Will would not only provide the resources and opportunity to better understand the minds of others, but his own mind as well.
As they continued down the hall, which seemed endless, he could almost smell a sweet, homey smell. It was as if Will's very nature and appearance produced a fragrance that, if any stronger, would enthrall him completely, almost seduce him. He closed his eyes gently and attempted to harvest more of this aerial nectar as innocently as possible... only to stray ever so slightly from his path and trip over a nearby chair, causing something of a scene as he fell from his height and collided with Tania in front of him, who in turn pushed down Taylor, Jeff and Will like dominoes, sparing only Only Mr. Ethan. The resulting thuds were almost comical, if only for his state of mind, bringing him more embarrassment than he could handle. He buried his tomato-red face in his free arm, as the other was under someone's body, and bit his lip firmly, ignoring the dull pain in his knee, and waited anxiously for the oncoming scolding - like a child who had misbehaved, awaiting his punishment from his parents. Dear God, please let this evening end quickly...
Tania sighed comfortably, hearing Will's announcement. Tania, as she had a tendency to do, had faded into the shadows, but she was still there. The smile that illuminated Tania's graceful features was bright and very real. Finally, she could rest and perhaps awake more refreshed. Today had been a hectic day, and besides, Tania always had very creative inspirations whilst she was dreaming. She couldn't wait to just lie down and relax. Her legs were killing her. Her back was aching. Her was was beating--which was something a head was not supposed to do. And on top of all of that, her mind kept going back to the expression on Taylor's face when she'd first seen him. Superior, haughty, and,yet, strangely...charming. Shaking her head slightly, Tania closed her eyes as if trying to block out said image.'I obviously need sleep,' she thought bitterly to herself. Yes, a good night's sleep would wipe away all these strange, haunting thoughts and images. She stood looking plaintively up at Will, appearing to wait quite patiently although thoughts continued to race in and out of her head.
Created by Tania (SweetAndOhSoME) 97d 0hours ago. [ ]
Will, lost easily in a world of own, glanced up to see a few people had gathered around her. In her thoughts she half-smiled; she had a feeling that they would come to her when she excluded herself. She never had any time alone. She sat up her chair to appear more professional. As Taylor had addressed her first, she turned to him and listened to his polite comment admitting his defeat to their unofficial quarrel moments ago. "Where you are staying?" Will sounded surprised as she took note of this. Surely a castle wasn't out of his comfort zone? It seemed sincere as he continued however; was he straining, trying to work his way to get the lead? Or was he perhaps a little less so than he had led the others to believe? She swallowed a little as he mentioned the letter once again. She hadn't sent it, but she had a feeling that those above her had. She was just a puppet, they pulled the strings. "And I did believe that role to be best for you Mr. Black." she smiled a little more softly as she listened to him. "Afterall, the most talented actor isn't necessarily the best for the part," she added, turning to Jeff, who had just come up to converse as well. "If you will give me a moment, I will show you and Miss Tania where you will be staying." Jeff as well thanked her for his placement, and mentioned her "uprising," as the play was furnished. "Thank you Mr. Jeff. Though I don't do this for my own gain," she smiled again. Her cheeks began to hurt; she had been smiling awhile now. But that was what came with her performance. She stood up again, feeling the tingle run through her legs as they adjusted to the blood flow after being idle. She hadn't been sitting that long, however, so something in the back of her mind questioned this. She had an odd habit of thinking too much about seemingly unimportant things; one quality that made her superiors throw this job at her. Her mind worked in a quick and unique manner as she contemplated all the reasons her feet could have fallen asleep in such a short amount of time. At least seven possible explanations came to her in the time it took for her to stand and adjust her clothing again. Smoothing out her dress, Will wiped what she could of the blood from her fingertips unto the inside hem of her dress, out of view. She attempted to do this in an inconspicuous way, but whether that was achieved she had no idea. She looked up at the two as she pulled that strand of hair that had fallen earlier out of her face. Making a mental note to fix it later, she stepped out of the small row of audience seating and into the isle. "Miss Quill, Mr... Buster? And Mr. Thorton, if you will please come with me, I will show you each to your quarters." Buster? He hadn't said his name, but that was what she had heard previously. Was that a fake name? It wasn't from the area. Indeed it seemed foreign, but not a Norse title even. If he was for the project, he had work to do. And if not... what was he hiding? The ultimate question of course, but still. Will started up the walkway, conscious of eyes upon her. It always made her feel uncomfortable, as used to it as she was. After all, she was an actress on and off the stage. It was one of those feelings that one never got used to however; Like the feeling of the rain as it touches your skin at night, the pain of hunger or love, and countless others that very few ever get to experience. Will knew of the first pair, and she knew which was preferred; she adored rain. Her mind came back to the task at hand as she clamored onto the stage as graceful as she could. Reaching the door to the hall behind the curtain stage left, she opened the heavy door and waited for the others before proceeding. She hadn't expected so many to stay at the theater, or rather, come to the theater at all. There were definitely rooms for them all, but Will had an idea come to mind. If the research was to go as planned, they would need to be with each other more than during rehearsal. If Will could get them to pair up... Or course, Tania would not be with the others; her mother wouldn't approve that arrangement. She could stay with Layetta, but she seemed to have disappeared after the brief meeting, as well as Rob. She didn't worry however, as Rob disappeared often and always came back. Of course, it couldn't be too obvious as to what she was doing. Placing Jeff and Taylor together would not only be openly planned but confrontational. Ethan would go well with Black, and perhaps keep him in line as to not aggravate Will to no end. Will leaned against the door frame as the others approached, thinking ahead. She could give her room to Ethan and Taylor. Ethan would need a soft, supportable bed with easy access to a washroom, and Taylor could make do with it. Tania could have the room near with the good window, which will help her with scenery... Will continued thinking as she watched the rest of the cast. The theater was a Kafkaesque.
Created by Will (DustedRelection) 99d 1hours ago. [ ]
((Alright, I'm all better, gonna post now))He fumbled around for the booklet and found only air and almost fell when he thought he had it. Regaining his balance he pulled the shirt from over his face and took the booklet sheepishly realising how far off he had been from grabbing it. He looked into the booklet, tuning out from all Will was saying to study it; He'd heard his part, what more did he need to know? Running his fingers across the fresh pages of the booklet he opened it and found he had a great many lines. Flicking through he realised barely a scene went by that he wasn't in. He closed the booklet and laughed to himself in his head, what did he expect? He was the lead. No doubt he was shocked, and nervous, he had never had a part this big, he didn't realise what the lead actor actually went through; How was he to remember all these lines? Skipping through to another random Scene he read the lines and realised how easily he could, not only remember, but act them out in his head. He could vividly imagine his actions to the part with such succinctness that his head hurt. How had she known this would be his part? She clearly had a knack for choosing parts, despite her nervous disposition she was good at what she did... Or rather, what he assumed she did. The girl he had known from his past theatre was the same. She was given the task of casting the actors, and she knew exactly how everyone would do in each part. She would often give him lead roles, or large parts, but a protest would always be sounded by those who considered themselves, and may have been, the better actors. She had always told them, "The most talented actor, isn't necessarily the best for the part." Though the protest would sound until Jeff was given the lowest role, the play failed and she was scorned for it. He shook his head clear, "Aye! Let us all get settled in then with our rooms so we may begin studyin'!" He assumed this had come from the stocky Norseman and was a signal that they were about to be ushered from the great hall. Standing and stretching he found this time to catch Will alone for a quick congratulations. "You have a talent for this, don't give up. I feel I can play this role with the utmost of ease and you'll be praised as one of the best up and comings after this, I can tell you that now." Beaming at her he turned his attention away from the others again, but lingered in case he was wrong in assuming they were to be leaving to do their own thing.
"Aye! Let us all get settled in then with our rooms so we may begin studyin'!" Buster proclaimed, agreeing with Taylor. He wanted to see everyone get what they needed for the night so that he might finally get Will alone and finally get information on the project at hand. He was getting anxious, and it was slightly affecting his ability to control his Norse accent. He had so many questions mounting on his mind, building more and more by the minute, and he needed to get this all off of his shoulders. He needed to talk to Will.
He was interested in the play as well, of course, especially since it correlated to the project, but acting was also one of Buster's hobbies, clearly being shown with his ridiculous yet amusing accent. The stage was a most entertaining profession.
He waited with the others, smiling ear to ear as usual, in hopes that Will would take care of them shortly so that he may get things underway.
He was interested in the play as well, of course, especially since it correlated to the project, but acting was also one of Buster's hobbies, clearly being shown with his ridiculous yet amusing accent. The stage was a most entertaining profession.
He waited with the others, smiling ear to ear as usual, in hopes that Will would take care of them shortly so that he may get things underway.
Tania was getting exceedingly excited as pictures began to dance around her head. Costumes weren’t her job, but, still, she imagined them into the scenes in her head. Through her art, Tania expressed herself. She imagined trellises and stone castles. Sweeping trees and flowing moats. Bursting water fountains and shining steeds. Rusty drawbridges and stubborn guards. Of course, Tania knew that everything she imagined wouldn’t be included in her work. She had to be realistic money-wise and material-wise. She’d probably paint a couple of backgrounds and maybe construct a few cardboard towers. Maybe even a cardboard bridge. For the most part, the scenery would be up to the actors and their scripts.Tania was startled from her imagination by a seeming dispute between Taylor and Will. From the way Will halted right in front of Taylor, Tania suspected Will was rather enjoying herself. Tania hated confrontations. Once again, her fingers drummed against her thigh. This time, Tania noticed and clasped her hands behind her back demurely. Turning her head to the side, Tania stepped backwards trying to exclude herself from scene. She didn’t want to appear too interested in their fight. After all, that wasn’t her place. Will was the boss, and that was that.
Tania felt it was kind of odd to have Will in charge. Will was, after all, a girl. Plus, Tania hadn’t worked outside the family in…well…forever. She wondered how Will had come into this position? Did she have connections? Was she just that good? Shrugging, Tania decided it didn’t matter. It wasn’t her business.
Tania noticed with a twinge of admiration that Taylor seemed to almost accept Will’s decision. From the look on his face, it must’ve been hard for him to walk away.
‘such a hurt to his poor male ego’ she thought sarcastically.
Created by Tania (SweetAndOhSoME) 119d 21hours ago. [ ]
Taylor had trouble deciding whether to let himself get huffed about his role... and the way in which it was delivered to him... or to let it roll of his shoulders. His embarrassment and agitation probably showed clearly on his face, but he was determined none the less to make the most of what he had. So what? He wasnt the lead. Big deal. He could just as easily out-act everyone no matter what their roles were if he tried hard enough.... He just needed to take this opportunity... work hard like he had all through Juliard... and let himself shine.Taylor tried to hide his flushed face, and dug into his script. He opened it up, shut his mouth, and buried his face in his role. From just a brief scan he was amazed at the depth of character he was being provided... and the opportunities he had to make the character his own. He smiled to himself a bit... and calmed down. Although Will seemed to dislike him, and made it apparently so, at least she knew what she was doing. He knew from the past that his arrogance turned people off... but he needed to be the best for his own reasons... and so the best he would be. He instantly started building the role of a Court Jester in his head... full of witty puns, satirical jokes... everything and anything he could do to bend the role into something unique... and to bend himself as an actor to fit it. No matter how arrogant he was... he would prove he knew how to act like no one else... not because he was some pretty face... but because he cared about acting... and theater more than most would ever realize. It was his life... his passion... and he would shine or dim depending on what he made of himself.
Taylor resigned himself to a nearbye chair to continue reading the script. After skimming it a bit more... he decided to address Will for his living quarters so he could read it over in more depth.
"Ummm... Mrs. Will, May I please be shone where im staying? I'm very interested in reading this script and learning my character... I would've liked the lead, but you did a wonderful job choosing my role. This is going to be an interesting performance, and I'll try to do my best to make it an impressive one. I'd still like to know why I was invited here... it seems like no one has an answer to why I received the letter I did... and while I find that eerie, I'm glad to be here."
Created by Taylor Black (Passionbyapathy) 119d 23hours ago. [ ]
Will spun on her heel as she heard a comment from behind her. She turned to see a rather undignified Taylor, holding out a script and looking livid. She stepped slowly back towards him, her steps echoing with each step. She allowed the sharp tapping to grab as much of a threat as she could; he needed to see that she wasn't intimidated. Stopping right in front of him -- with a sharp halt; maybe she was overdoing it, but she thought it was a nice touch -- she gave a smile that looked sincere, and took the script from Taylor. She flourished it theatrically, turning the front page and folding it back. "You," she began, scanning the page briefly. "Are Marcade, the Court Jester for the Queen." She handed him the booklet again, pointing to his description. "He gets embarrassed by the Queen on a daily basis, but tolerates it, or risks being beheaded. He rebels in the end." She smirked slightly but regained herself and returned to the others in the circle. The embarrassment would be good for him. It wasn't that she had a problem with him really, it was just that arrogance was something she never had a liking for. "Anyway... As you can see this takes place between two kingdoms: Valentine and Anglador. The Queen rules one, this King the other." She turned to stare at each anxious face in turn. Noticing Tania's tapping once again, Will reassuringly smiled, and continued, now moving to stop in front of her. "Now, Tania. You need a great scene for this. Think... Castles. Flowing dresses, Medieval skies and enchanted forests. I know you can handle that. You had a harder job. You mother had a great experiences of this. Had a difficulties with sketching hands I believe though..." she trailed off a moment. "Yes..." clearing her throat, she moved on to Buster. "Buster was it? You are the spy." She attempted a meaningful look. He had to be for the project. There was no other reason he was staring at her the way he was. "You are part of the 'evil' side to this. But you go good in the end." She dropped her scripts where she stood. "But we don't want to go too far into detail with the plot Right now, or else you will never make your character your own. I want to give you about ten minutes of individual study, if you will." She smiled at everyone, rising up and down on the balls of her feet. She was anxious to get things rolling. But of course there was so much to do. So very very very much to do. Will sighed to herself as she left the circle; how was she to accomplish all of this? She hated public speaking as it was. She still needed o get Tania in a room as well. She jumped off the stage and headed for the back audience row. For now she would just have to wait for them to come to her. She scratched her finger again, noting the dried blood that had clotted. It really was a bad habit she had picked up, and she was aware of it, but she never really could cease it. She watched the red paint her finger again as she sat low in the chair, thinking deeply. She did this many a day, trying to sort things out. She knew it wasn't the best idea to keep the rest of the cast out of the loop, but she was only asking for a minute. Just a minute, that was all she needed. Then while they went over a few lines, she would prepare the feast and show Tania her quarters, and see what that fake Norse was hiding. His placement here was not unexpected, and the timing was professional, but it still had her stomach turning. Just another to watch her. Another to take notes of every time she stammered while reciting her script. Will scratched again, and she felt the sting once more; though it didn't compare with the feeling in the pit of her stomach. Just another performance. Just another meaningful, fake, rehearsed, unforgettable performance.
Created by Will (DustedRelection) 126d 21hours ago. [ ]
After helping Will to her feet, Buster introduced himself casually and watched her run off to the others to start handing out scripts. Is she really head of the project? Buster thought to himself as he slowly joined the others as they gathered around Will for their parts. Alright! he thought passionately, sweeping away his former thoughts of Will stumbling daintily over the curtain, it's time to get this ball rolling! I need to get a part in this play for starters, then I need to speak to Will to get the latest details of the project and to get it underway.
Buster was the last of the crew to join the circle around Will, and upon doing so, noticed that Taylor was spewing about something or another. "Relax, lad!" he said with a smile and his traditional accent. "Ye canna get a part in a play with a wink of an eye; it take careful thinkin' ta get the right man for the right job!" he poked Taylor in the forehead lightly and playfully as he said "careful thinking". "I'm as eager as you ta get started, believe me," he went on as he waited patiently for Will to pick a part for himself. Although I must admit, I do hope she is brief with this... I really need to speak to her of... other matters... He crossed his big arms and stood silently, the only sound seemingly coming from his never ending carefree smile.
Buster was the last of the crew to join the circle around Will, and upon doing so, noticed that Taylor was spewing about something or another. "Relax, lad!" he said with a smile and his traditional accent. "Ye canna get a part in a play with a wink of an eye; it take careful thinkin' ta get the right man for the right job!" he poked Taylor in the forehead lightly and playfully as he said "careful thinking". "I'm as eager as you ta get started, believe me," he went on as he waited patiently for Will to pick a part for himself. Although I must admit, I do hope she is brief with this... I really need to speak to her of... other matters... He crossed his big arms and stood silently, the only sound seemingly coming from his never ending carefree smile.
Tania watched with horror as Will stumbled and fell, her neatly pulled back hair ruffled now. Tania knew that if that had happened to her, she would’ve been ashamed. In retrospect, Tania knew that—like Will—she wouldn’t have made a scene of the matter. In fact, Tania rather admired the way Will brushed it aside like yesterday’s news so quickly. Then, Tania presumed, Will must be rather practiced in areas of acting and cover-up, considering Will’s profession. Acting.Blinking several times to subconsciously ‘blink’ away her upcoming expression of horror, Tania noticed Jeff wander off into the corner. As Jeff pulled his shirt up over his head, Tania looked away quickly, once again focusing her attention on Will. Tania replaced her blush as quickly as she realized it was there. In it’s embarrassed place stood a faint—and somewhat fake—smile. Tania was rather excellent on putting on elegant airs—after all, that’s how she was raised.
Then, Tania walked over to where the cast had gathered around, due to Will’s mention of her name. Listening carefully, her fingers began to tap against her thigh. The characters Will mentioned made the play sound slightly medieval. Tania was quickly rearranging scenery in her head as she imagined the play itself. She did agree. For some reason, Jeff just seemed like he could be any role he wanted. And, the elder man, she would look forward to seeing the personality he would cast.
Tania’s eyes widened, and the tapping on her thigh increased as Taylor spoke. He was making himself sound awfully pompous—though she wouldn’t dream of saying so. Besides, didn’t he already realize that Jeff would be lead? After all, Jeff had been…amazing…and Tania thought that perhaps Will may have taken an immediate liking to Jeff as it were.
Created by Tania (SweetAndOhSoME) 135d 19hours ago. [ ]
Taylor was shocked, absolutely completely shocked. His first acting opportunity out of the university... and he couldn't even lead? How was he ever supposed to become a famous actor if he couldn't even secure the lead in a small performance like this? His head was spinning... he tried to process what was going on.. . it hit him that his role hadn't even been announced yet. Thats when the embarrassment hit... he thought about Jeff enjoy the lead.. about everyone else feeling comfortable and happy at being cast... and his embarrassment turned into a blushing anger for a split second."Excuse me? I don't mean to be rude (snobby sounding)... but if I'm not going to lead the play.. may I at least know the role I will be cast for? I mean, you did INVITE me to this little casting call in the first place!"
Created by Taylor Black (Passionbyapathy) 136d 0hours ago. [ ]
Will placed her small hand in that of the newcomer that had the booming voice and strange fake characteristics. She noted as she stood up that he his accent had died away at his throat, and he seemed flustered. Most likely because he noticed his accent was no longer apparent, Will thought as she began freeing her dress from the claws of the curtain pulley. She smoothed it down again, being sure she did not have her dress uncomfortably assembled upon her body in a way most undesirable to be seen in the public eye. She smiled, her face slowly returning to it's pale olive complexion, and looked around her. "Thank you, Mr....Mr....?" she tilted her head slightly as she released his hand and looked behind him, "Well, hello Mr. Thorton! Pleasure to make your acquaintance!" She did a mock curtsy, not to belittle the elder, but to make light of meeting new cast hopefuls in such a state that she did. "This dress... literally my downfall no?" she smiled sheepishly as she let it fall again. "And I do have a way of rushing. Many many many things to d- Jeff, please join us," she stepped away from the group and circled the center of the area. "And Tania, Taylor, Layetta, Rob... all of you, we need to discuss things a moment." She once again took a script from the small table to the edge of the stage. "Now... I'm not sure if anyone has heard of this play..." She turned to the cast page of the script. "Now, I have an idea of where everyone would lie in the cast," she took a step towards Jeff, offering him a booklet. "You, Mr. Jeff, are our lead. Prince Amien," she turned on her heel to face the rest of the group. "A stubborn, shallow, vain and arrogant prince who wants his crown," she smirked, pulling up another script. "I felt this part would suit you. Forgive me, I do not mean that you are in anyway crude, but I do feel you have the power to become the character, and the projection and finesse. That, and you have the correct build." she turned to Ethan, and placed a script near him. "If my assumptions are correct and you wish to partake in our play, I would be delighted if you would be the King. I know it is last minute, and I haven't seen you audition, but we need to get started..." she said this in a rush, turning on her heel once again to give out the remainder of the scripts.
<< I am SO sorry it isn't good... I'm working on the script, which taking up a ton of time... I'll post the out line of it as well, as well as the cast and things... My apologies... >>
<< I am SO sorry it isn't good... I'm working on the script, which taking up a ton of time... I'll post the out line of it as well, as well as the cast and things... My apologies... >>
Created by Will (DustedRelection) 137d 22hours ago. [ ]
He shook hands with both men, excited that the play was blooming in members. His past in theatre had opened many doors, but in turn had closed many, some which he was glad, some which he hoped never to cross again. Theatre was pain, theatre was excitment, it was beguilment, detriment, love, hate, lust, pleasure, fear and a range of other emotions that had to be worn on the face and actions of the performer at whim. He shook his head and pushed those old books aside, a lot of pain had come from then, but he wouldn't let it happen here, this was his fresh start. Will had opened something to him that he realised he loved and should never have left; Something he would share with the colourfull bunch he now stood with. As he was finishing his musings, he was brushed aside by both men he had just met and he wirled to see what had caught their attention. He had heard a dull thud but thought nothing of it, but it was soon found the thud belonged to the shoe of a girl whoes face had gone redder than he ever thought possible. He smiled and laughed with her subconciously, it was not that he supported her misery, but something in innate human nature just made it impossible not to jest at the embarrassment of others. He shrugged it off and sighed as she regained composure in a "There is a time for fun, and a time to be serious, I have time for neither" kind of way. With Will, Taylor, Tania and both newcomers occupied he did what he did best: Slipped into the background to continue his musings. Finding a small bench towards the side of the room he lie down, brushing his hair from his eyes and pulling his shirt over his face. Inhaling deeply, ready for something, anything to happen.Ethan was about to reply to the young actor - Taylor, did he call himself? - when a loud thud was heard behind him. Swiveling with great help from his cane, he was met with a young woman flat on her face, her hair in her eyes as she introduced herself as Will. Immediately, the big man –well, more like a boy, really - extended a hand, leaving the two of them flushed and staring. Ethan looked between the two, and then let out a guffaw. "Well well well! My young darling! So, you are this "Will" I've been hearing much about! Oh, dear me, you must've been in quite a rush!" As he hobbled over, his legs protested with the pains of an aging man. His age be damned, he wasn't going to miss this for the world.
"Now now, that should teach you to take your time in life, young lady! You can't rush to everywhere, or else life rushes by you! Ethan's the name, Ethan William Thorton." He smiled over at Taylor. "Quite the group we have here, isn't it?" He laughed again, a laugh much louder than his old frame should've held.
"Now, what were you saying, Taylor my boy?" He inquired. "Ah yes. I’d be delighted in sharing some thespian secrets with you, but I must warn you. I was at this theatre when we were still producing Oedipus Rex! I’ve got ages of stories in this old noggin.” He stated, with an enthusiastic tap on his skull. “Though I see you may have some stories yourself.” He grinned wolfishly. Something about the younger generation… such spunk. He loved every minute of it.
<<Hope this was okay, It’s getting harder to write as an old guy :)>>
"Now now, that should teach you to take your time in life, young lady! You can't rush to everywhere, or else life rushes by you! Ethan's the name, Ethan William Thorton." He smiled over at Taylor. "Quite the group we have here, isn't it?" He laughed again, a laugh much louder than his old frame should've held.
"Now, what were you saying, Taylor my boy?" He inquired. "Ah yes. I’d be delighted in sharing some thespian secrets with you, but I must warn you. I was at this theatre when we were still producing Oedipus Rex! I’ve got ages of stories in this old noggin.” He stated, with an enthusiastic tap on his skull. “Though I see you may have some stories yourself.” He grinned wolfishly. Something about the younger generation… such spunk. He loved every minute of it.
<<Hope this was okay, It’s getting harder to write as an old guy :)>>
Created by Ethan Thorton (NickHawthorne) 144d 7hours ago. [ ]
Buster's chair-hunt was abruptly ended with a loud thud, followed by some soft laughter, which emanated from where Jeff emerged earlier. He turned to see what could have possibly made that sound and, to his surprise, a young woman was laying face-down in a slump just under the curtain. He hurried over to help her up, trying to see past her hair which now obstructed her face. He studied the situation carefully and quickly, as he often did, in an attempt to ascertain the nature of her mishap. Upon directing his gaze to her dress, he noted that she had gotten it caught carelessly on a nearby pulley. Careless, he though, but somehow... dainty. As he grew close, he slowed his approach and watched her attentively as she brushed her hair aside and introduced herself as Will. Will! he thought as her face was once again revealed, confirming her daintiness. THIS is "Will"?! I thought her to be an older woman, from her background, but she's... he extended an outstretched hand without finishing his thoughts. "A-are you... alright, Miss Will?" he asked in a much softer tone than before and without his false Norse accent, in which he was completely unaware... as he was equally unaware of the redness of his face.
Will watched as Jeff disappeared over the threshold and down the hall, back to join the others. The Others... That was what they were at the moment: Merely people coming on the stage but having no particular role in Will's life. Extras, they called them in the life of the theater. They wouldn't have any impact on her life, for she wouldn't allow it. They had long since done a production at the theater, but each performance had left an imprint in her mind. Each one had specifically changed her life, and she refused to let it again. Too many instances have changed the lives of her and those around her, and it was hard to try and avoid it. Of course, Will was always the type to let any small detail become significant in her eyes. The way Tania tapped her thigh with impatience, and how Jeff ever so slightly caressed the wall of her petite, timeless quarters. So it wasn't surprising that such a cast would take some sort of effect. But the fact of the matter was, Will wasn't sure how much more of it she could take. She longed to just scream at them all that is was a setup, a trap. But she couldn't, not by her strict rules laid out by the higher levels in command. Will walked slowly towards the door, which still sat idly ajar, waiting, like the cast, for her to return to the main room. She peered around the rough, wooden frame, as if worried about being seen. Of course, they knew she was there, and it was silly to try and pretend she wasn't, but nerves just flooded through her, shaking her. She tried her best to carefully make her way to the rest, unheard, but it was in vain. As she made her way back, still in the darkness, Will caught her dress on the pulley of the curtain and fell. The loud thud echoed through the audience hall, and her cover was blown. Her hair fell in front of face, and she began to feel the burn in her cheeks as she knew eyes had probably turned to her. She paused a moment, letting the shock take effect and run it's course through her body. That was always a weakness of hers, her balance. Not that she didn't have a grace about her, but when she had such anxiety pulsing in her veins, it was hard to keep her head on her shoulders, and her feet on the ground. Will let the fall sink in and let out a small, quick laugh as she smiled to herself. That was how she would get over anything she did, laughing it off. It was also a telltale sign whenever Will wanted to say something, but could never find the words. She let her laugh ring throughout the large room, and then looked up at everyone, her face still red. Her hair, which was up in a loose bun held up with a pen at the moment -- and most typically was -- began falling slightly in her face again, and she tried hard to keep it up. No one in the theater industry (or any industry for that matter) had ever seen her hair down, as it was always kept up in a simple bunch held in with some sort of writing utensil; it was somewhat of a trademark for her. She now looked up again at everyone who had been in the room when she left. But it seemed they had acquired a few new guests once again. One, a feeble elder of humble excitement, held a cane and looked like he was rather pleased to be in the theater. The other, a colorful character with a booming energy in his voice, caught Will's attention however. He seemed... false, for lack of a term to describe him. She could see the way he moved, the way he looked about, that he was not who he claimed to be. This would prove interesting to the project... Will shifted her dress carefully and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen from her face. "I'm Will," she introduced from the stage floor. "Welcome to the Theater."
Created by Will (DustedRelection) 144d 19hours ago. [ ]
Tania stood stiff and still as the old man walked in. He was soon followed and greeted by Jeff--the actor from earlier. She watched the exchange of words through half-opened eyes, feeling as though she, too, should say something. When, Tania opened her mouth to speak, she found herself shutting it again. It was a old habit of hers, not being able to find the words to speak. After all, she was taught that a woman should never speak until her words were clearly desired. It was only when Tania had grown older, that her eyes were opened to the wideness of the world--and a woman's role in it.She found the old man looked rather kind--not much like the men she was used to. He had a jovial kind of step--at least it appeared to her that way. She wondered why he was here. Did he, too, intend to audition. She smiled favorably; he looked like the creative sort.
Crossing her hands over each other, she continued to stand in her usual demure position, her chin slightly dipped.
Created by Tania (SweetAndOhSoME) 146d 3hours ago. [ ]
Taylor watched hesitantly as another new figure walked into the room. This figure was elderly, friendly, and presented himself with such an air of kindness, his intentions were unmistakable. But there was something... a small gleam in his eye, Taylor couldn't his finger on it at first... but after watching Ethan, Buster, and Jeff introduce themselves... he realized that it was acting experience he had felt. This man had obviously acted in his youth... the way he looked right at home in that very theater was proof enough. Taylor was somewhat humbled by the experience this elder had for the art... and how humble he was about it. He realized that maybe he could learn a thing or two about being a successful actor from this play after all... and the cast and crew were really starting to build into something amazing. People from all walks of life, all different attitudes, and all different levels of ability. This would be one hell of a performance if he should say so himself.Taylor stepped forward, and with an increased humility for the old man said: "Hello Ethan! My name is Taylor, Taylor Black, and it is very nice to make your acquaintance. I came to this theater through an unusual chain of events... and plan on participating in the performance that we appear to be casting for. I sense you've been in a theater once or twice before sir, and I'm looking forward to hearing your tales on that subject over a couple drinks sometime."
Created by Taylor Black (Passionbyapathy) 148d 1hours ago. [ ]
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