[OPEN LOG] Set after the final bell on Friday, for anyone trying out/forced to attend theater!

[tntandgasoline]

[Welcome to the auditorium of Triple-D High! It looks something like this, only I've decided that the stadium seating isn't as steep and the chairs aren't that uncomfortable. Make of it what you will.

Mr. Kerr is standing at the center of the stage, yelling at a few freshmen who are clearly afraid for their lives. They're scrambling to set up mock-props for Kerr's "grand image" of what is going to go where for the set designs.

The doors themselves are open at either aisle, both adorned with several copies of Kerr's list of very important people. Anyone is welcome to try out, of course, but he's keeping an eye out for very specific people. Make sure you make your presence known when you show up, or else... well, who knows what might happen?]


((OOC: Here's the open theater detention/audtions log. Those who actually want to try out (God help you) will be either given lines or handwaved, depending on your preference. Those who are in detention/are forced to attend will be pretty much just harassed, yelled at, ordered around and probably fitted for dresses and such. Especially if you're a guy. Go here to find out if you were mandatory, or just act like you were forced and I'll follow along.

Feel free to just come in to talk to Kerr about anything ~acting~ related, even if it's off topic. Also, you guys can intermingle all you want since I'm not going to be tagging until late morning Pacific time. Mmmm, sleep.))

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[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

[Ys does not want to be here. He doesn't even know why he was here. But the teacher had said he was supposed to be here and somehow, it was dad's fault.

Guess who's hiding in the shadows, reading a book? This boy here.]

[tntandgasoline]

[Guess who's not noticing him for ten minutes? When he does, Kerr whirls and spreads out his hands in traditional "I'm so dramatic" style.] Yes! [Pause.] Or, uh, is it Yis? You know, now's a good a time as any, I always just call you kid or - well. Stand up, I need to look at you!

[Yes, he is coming over to loom and yes I just used the Joker to figure out how to pronounce Ys's name.]

[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

[Looks up from his book; no, that had not startled him and no, Mr. Kerr's very tall, less than sane presence did not intimidate him. Really. Ys unfolds himself from the corner and straightens, posture prefect. He only cames midway to the teacher's chest, but that didn't stop him from looking up to glare.]

It's Why-Es; like wise, meaning one who knows. Mom thought it was clever.

[No one really knows if he's telling the truth or not, but that's how his dad and aunt say it, so it works. There is debate about it; most people just call him by the nickname 'Yuca'.]

[tntandgasoline]

[He grinned right down into that glare. Oh no, not phased.] Wise! [A laugh,] Brilliant, brilliant, do you prefer kill or be-killed?

[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

Kill. [He said promptly, as if it were obvious.]

[tntandgasoline]

Mmhmm. [He pulls out a copy of Titus, flipping through it.] Moral code?

[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

[Watches him while longing for his own book.] Options?

[tntandgasoline]

...No options any more, you're Tamora. [He grins.]

[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

[His glare intensifies.] I am male.

[tntandgasoline]

Tamora is practically the most masculine role in the play! The vicious Goth queen - but fine. If you're so specific, you can take the role of Chiron.

[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

[And then he smiles.] Thank you, teacher.

[Maybe a bit sarcastic, but it's better than wearing a skirt. Lussuria makes him wear enough crazy stuff at home.]

[tntandgasoline]

Oh, no problem. I have someone in mind for Tamora anyway. Do you have a script?

[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

[Looks maybe just a little curious now. What does Mr. Kerr have planned?] Nope. Were you passing them out?

[tntandgasoline]

I just assumed you'd realize you needed a copy of Titus. [He sighs dramatically and then whips out a cheap copy of the play.] Here.

[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

[What do you think he's been reading? Ys accepts the pamphlets and smiles.] Great; thanks!

[tntandgasoline]

Lovely. Thanks for being such a sport. [Have a firm slap on the back.]

[harbringersoul.livejournal.com]

[Startled, he is very tempted to yelp, but bit it down at the last. Ys isn't exactly a fan of being touched.] No problem...

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

[Why is he here? Or right, because he's an idiot. Tom comes in in time to hear poor little Freshmen scared out of their mind, and Kerr's voice. He moves right on up to the stage, clears his throat and leans on arm on the stage]

Would you give them a break, for Christ sake? They're still getting used to the idea of having a nut case as a teacher.

[tntandgasoline]

[Kerr frowns and turns to point accusingly at Tom.] You. Why are you here? I'm not a nutcase, I'm a drama teacher, despite what you might think, there is a difference. [...He's forgotten he invited him.]

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

You invited me. Yeah, you are, and no there isn't. [oh, casual with a hint of 'I hate you', before he trills his fingers on the stage and walks off to find some place to sit]

[tntandgasoline]

Did I? [He frowns blandly as he tries to remember, then shrugs.] Whatever, I probably did. And there is and I am not!

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He turns to face him again sitting in the second row and leaning back in the seat, crossing his arms.]

There isn't, and you are.

[tntandgasoline]

Oh. [He shrugs again, then shakes his head.] If you're going to stay, then just shut up and behave.

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

[Tom glowered at him and waited for him to turn around before giving him the finger. Not really caring if it caused the students to giggle or suddenly grow very loud.]

[gearwinding.livejournal.com]

[He had no intentions of taking any part in this drama club bullshit no matter how ~mandatory~ it was or wasn't for him, but seeing his name on the list plastered all over the door made him grit his teeth and roll his eyes and feel the need to do something. He marched over towards the stage and waited until he could catch Mr. Kerr's attention.]

You know I'm not... actually going to do this, right?

[tntandgasoline]

What? [He turned towards the annoyingly annoyed voice and looked down at Gabriel.] Oh, Gaaaaaaaabriel! Perfect, here. [He threw a copy of Titus Andronicus at him. It was battered and there were splatters of stage blood - well, I hope it's stage blood.]

[gearwinding.livejournal.com]

[He caught it and looked down at it with disgust. That better just be stage blood.] I just said no!! Are you even listening?!

[tntandgasoline]

I make it a habit not to listen to negative Nancies. You hang out with a black kid, right? Can you get him to play Aaron for me? Nevermind, I don't care. I've never cared. Act two, scene three. Flip through it, study Tamora's monologue, starts at line 827. Do you know what's going on, or do I have to explain it?

[gearwinding.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel looks totally scandalized, and just kind of... stands there and stares for a minute.] You can't-- that's not-- no!!

[tntandgasoline]

[He pauses - actually, he goes completely still, like a statue. Then he crouches down and jabs a finger at Gabriel.] I can and I will. Just do the lines before I decide to put you in a much more compromising role.

[halfthetrouble]

[Devit's slumped in one of the chairs with his chin in his hands, looking thoroughly unhappy about being here. The only saving grace is that fact that he'll either get an embarrassing picture of Michael Trinity or a chance to break Tim Wayne's fingers.

Maybe both.]

[tntandgasoline]

[Kerr shouts out directions to a few of the freshmen before turning to look at the forlorn Devit.] Why the sour face? This is your own fault. [He leaps off the stage and heads over, frowning critically.] How do you like killing?

[halfthetrouble]

[Devit bristles and glares. How is this his fault?! As far was he's concerned, this is all because of that stupid Wayne. Urgh, what he'd give to smack him around!

He leans back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest, glowering some more.]

What, like 'stab stab, you're dead' with a fake sword? Bor-ing.

[tntandgasoline]

Oh, no. [Kerr easily flops into the seat next to Devit's, propping his feet up on the chair in front of him.] No fake swords. The character I have in mind for you is Aaron. [He spreads his hands out,] He's known as the worst Shakespearean villain, utterly remorseless. "Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did, would I perform if I might have my will. If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul."

[A giggle, like it's a joke,] It's amazing. Unless you, uh, prefer being a hero.

[halfthetrouble]

[Devit scoffs and rolls his eyes.] Please. Heroes are overrated. [And so is Shakespeare, in his (woefully ignorant and uncultured) opinion. It's all flowery language and trite stories to him.] And what happened to Demetriwhatever his name is?

[tntandgasoline]

I got bored of it. Besides, that's an easy fill. Aaron is harder.

[halfthetrouble]

Man, come on! I don't even want to be in this stupid play. You could at least give me a role where I get to smack that jerk's character around. I was looking forward to it!

[tntandgasoline]

[...A slow smile.]

You really want to be Demetrius?

[halfthetrouble]

[arrogantly raises his chin, convinced he has total control of this situation]

Yeah. I mean, what I really want is not to do this at all, but seeing as I don't have a choice...

[ttlynotcable.livejournal.com]

[Fuck his life- and this was one of his good days- he couldn't make the excuse that he was feeling like shit.

SO. Nate's pretty much half-ready to tear out of there if it weren't for the fact he was pretty sure that he'd get maimed in one way or another if he tried it. And that makes him a real grump.]

...dammit.

[tntandgasoline]

Now, now. No need for swearing. [Kerr wanders over and throws an arm over his shoulders.] Come on, you can help me with the set design.

[ttlynotcable.livejournal.com]

[;alskd DO NOT FUCKING WANT. D: Nate jumps slightly before turning his head with a scowl]

.........fine.

[tntandgasoline]

[Smmiiiile.] Atta boy. I'm thinking we'll need something... dark. Foreboding, really. Romanesque, too. And we need a bonfire.

[ttlynotcable.livejournal.com]

Dark, foreboding, Romanesque, and a-

........

Bonfire. [this is going to be a long detention.]

[tntandgasoline]

Well, we have to do the human sacrifice somewhere!