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Post by Alexis Seran on Sept 5, 2010 23:33:21 GMT -8
Alexis loomed over Olivia's shoulder while she directed her. Alexis was working on getting her to spell out her name and so she needed reminder of what the letters looked like. If anyone were to look at the name and not the one whom wrote it..they would assume it was done by a child's hand due to different sizes and uneasy lines.
Once Olivia was done she would look up at Alexis waiting on her response to find out if she did it right. Alexis looked down and aside from the messiness... it was right.
"That's perfect. Good Job, Livi." she would rub her shoulders and smile down at her. Once that was done she would leave her in her chair and approach her podium to get a look at the class list.
1. Olivia Green 2. "Adam" 3. Jayr Byrne 4. Lucan Prime 5. "Unfettered" Winters
She knew two people; Jayr and Olivia. Jayr was that girl her brother brought home with him... and Olivia was her identical twin sister. Soo.... hopefully everyone was behaved...'cause Alexis was known for her temper... especially since she discovered Olivia's life had not been ended a few years back. Yup... She was one bitter broad.
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Post by Olivia Green on Sept 5, 2010 23:42:02 GMT -8
Olivia felt nervous having Alexis hanging over her shoulder watching her progress with her name. It felt intimidating to say the least... Though she didn't know what the feelings meant at all and the only emotions she understood were fear and sadness. As she hooded the "a" in her name she looked up at Alexis to see if she did it right and hopefully have the girl leave. They were sisters and she reckoned she was supposed to care for Lexi... but could only see why... but that didn't mean she knew how. Alexis then congratulated her and Olivia tensed right up when she felt those hands on her shoulders. She didn't like to be touched... it felt like at any moment they would get rough with her and throw her to the ground. So she felt relief when her sister left her at her table. Olivia took it in herself to stand and walk to the window... She loved windows. It must have been because she didn't have one in her cell... but either way... it gave her a feeling that she liked. So.. she would just sit there and wait for class to start.
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Post by "Adam" on Sept 6, 2010 0:14:11 GMT -8
He was in their world [/color] Time was a concept "Adam" did not like, nor completely understand. The people that took him away from home gave him a list, and expected him to follow it. The words he did not understand completely. His sense of direction was completely gone, he could not see the sun from inside these... Buildings.Eventually a member of the Teacher Faculty who had talked to the Researchers beforehand had found "Adam" wandering through the hallways on all fours aimlessly. "Ah, there you are, Adam. Are you looking for your classes?""Adam" made no moves, Slowly turning his head towards this unknown entity. He knew the name they had given him. This person was unfamiliar, how did she know him? The Teacher grabbed the agenda out of "Adam"'s back pocket. He let her without putting up a fight. After all, she seemed to want to help him. "Hummmm... It seems here you are going to Drama I. I know we're not supposed to interfere in the research those psychologists are doing, but I suppose nothing will go in the right direction if you don't know which direction to go.The teacher looked at "Adam", and gestured for him to follow. He didn't mind following people unfamiliar to him. After all, the last two times he had, he ended up learning lessons, and perhaps making friends. He followed the teacher to a door. "Well, here we are. Behave yourself, Adam""Adam" sat at the entrance to the classroom, the teacher left. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, and crawled in. He cocked his head to the right, inquisitively searching the room for other entities. He saw two females. He moved towards the corner of the room, trying to make as little disturbance as possible, and hoping not to alert anyone of his presence, though he wasn't trying to hide, just not be a bother. Anyone could see him move into the classroom and to the back corner. Once he got to the corner of the room, if not intercepted or interrupted, he would sit cross legged facing outwards and quietly observe for the time being.
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Sept 6, 2010 18:40:35 GMT -8
A busy agenda. For starters Jayr felt like a slacker at this school, while she'd taken it upon herself to get her year started by meeting the dean and set about an after school activity of paying mind towards Jessica, she'd neglected to occupy her classes and extra curricular activities. Biting her nails as she looked over her schedule peevishly Jayr fingered down the list finding the class she'd been shoved into by her counselors.
Drama - A. Green
Jayr stood there with a contemplative look on her face, stunned almost by the simple fact that her would-be boyfriend's sister was a teacher here. Last they'd bumped into each other it was noted that Alexis was participating in some work at Public High School #774. Though for the most part she'd not seen Alexis, Miss Green had however been kind enough to offer Jayr cookies as well as simply being the nicest host she'd ever been admitted to. Albeit the chronic activity from Donnie's running mouth to which she could have done without. All in all, Jayr could say that she adored Alexis and was giddy with excitement over the class.
With a large smile the girl, dressed in a yellow summers' dress matched with her patented high heels, Jayr would skip into the room briskly with a wide smile towards Alexis.
"Hi there, long time no see." Her expression was girlish to say the least before turning to observe the room.
First acknowledging the back of the room, towards the boy she'd met through all the chaos. A bit of dull shell shock from the incident blocking out her recollection of what'd be kosher to bring up. Probably what kept her from sitting there. A cold two steps towards the front aisle letting her gaze travel over towards the window where another girl lie faltered, absorbed, and lost to the window's vision.
Jayr's features were saddened by it for some reason, her stature slackened and the image of the violin in the corner of the room implanted towards her mind. Slouching Jayr would set her books aside, taking up the second row center seat. Her eyes traveling to Alexis questioningly knowing the story, or at least what Donnie had told her. Olivia?
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Post by Rino Badoer on Sept 6, 2010 19:54:03 GMT -8
Class. It was a different field to step into, no longer set behind the sights of a shooting range, nor the busy body guidelines through which Lucan had made up his career, the thing was however Lucan was unconcerned about how this would help him.
The long strides brought on by a rather tall man would bring him around the corner to class. Dressed up in dark black slacks as well as a black shirt, Lucan would stop in the class doorway. His attention undeterred as he flexed his thumbs projecting the jacket her wore over his shoulders. While it wasn't cold, rather the opposite sort of day seeing as it was California. Lucan preferred the extra covering.
His long stride brought him past the girl standing in the way and past the rest of the desks without a second glance. However he froze before the boy sitting at the back row. A small and slightly considering look as the corner of his lips perked at an angle before Lucan took the seat in front of him.
A cover was necessary, he needed to act more.....immature.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 7, 2010 13:13:39 GMT -8
Hello, Nicole Super-senior time.
...There was some definite shame in walking around the school, if only for this fact alone. Gabriel had graduated, Bastille had graduated... "Unfettered" could have graduated, just...
...Well, there were still a few things left to do here, at this school, in this school's high school. He had to rationalize this to himself a bit as his pride did hurt a bit, but it was nothing in comparison with what he felt. Needless to say, though, the German wasn't going to be prancing himself around like a glorified head case. That aside... this was a drama class headed by one of the new teachers at Public High School #259. The expected stereotype was for the class archetype was to be filled with a series of extroverted, smiley actors-to-be.
Opening the door to survey the insides shot Mr. Archetype in the head and then kicked its still warm body a few times prior to sinking it to the bottom of a lake. The girl by the window was surrounded by such a terribly strong feeling of morbidity and loss to the German, even if it wasn't her intent. In the corner sat one of the quietest, shy-laced guy who looked out with what appeared (again, to the German's intepretation) as fear and curiosity (with a stronger emphasis on the latter). Second row, center-place though was a more mandatory class bombshell for all the boys to secretly lust after and give stronger purpose to the class, her atmosphere befitting an energy closer to what the class's stigma called for then anyone else. In a regressive step back was the second-to-last row with the boy sitting in front of the watchful sentinel.
All in all, the German felt the disgusting gist of judgmental, elitist asshole stemming from his core at the moment and shook his head, as he had been standing in the f***ing doorway for the past seven seconds, relatively obviously looking at the lot of them. From this self-aware moment, the German rushed himself in, a small backpack in his left hand as he strode to the front-row, left-most corner seat. For anyone who had seen him for the first time, the German looked like a fairly average student. White short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, brown belt... The less typical aspects were his glaringly long, white hair and his eye-patch over his left eye, which his hair only partially covered in front of his face. These days, he had "Green" help him on putting on some "covering" make-up on his arms so that all the scars that covered them weren't for everyone to just gawk at and draw their own conclusions from.
Taking from the overall atmosphere, the German's gait had been relatively hunched forward with his hands occupied into his pockets, while resting his hands in a wrap on his desk---
His eye looked up to see the teacher.
Abruptly utilizing his left hand to reach into his pocket, "Unfettered" pulled out a crumpled schedule sheet.
The German didn't even pretend to not be staring at the teacher, staring rather hard at her and not just because she was the "hot teacher" stereotype (though, in hindsight, he would note that it didn't hurt either...).
His face was set to a hard, stony look as his brow raised, scrutinizing her...
Memory vivid."..."
"...Sup, Nicole."
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Post by Alexis Seran on Sept 9, 2010 13:35:27 GMT -8
Alexis stared down at her little cheat sheet. She remembered being in drama class.. it was one of her favourites...though usually with her life acting and lying came hand in hand.
"Hi there, long time no see."
She looked up hearing a females voice and it wasn't Olivia's so it must have been Jayr. When she looked at Jayr she smiled and nodded..then catching site of a boy who had been sitting there already... she hadn't seen him come in, but she could really care less.... then next was another boy she had never met before as well as a familiar white haired male.....
"...Sup, Nicole."
Alexis' eyes squinted at him..trying to remember... then it came to her. She met him at a club thingy a few years back. She had just broken up with Gabriel so she was on the prowl at the time.... And it was clear she had given him the name Nicole...
"Oh... just teaching my class." she would smile smugly and give him a wink... not really giving a shit to tell him the truth of why she had lied to him... Now waiting for everyone to sit in their spots... which weren't assigned... seating arrangments were lame... she would approach her sister cautiously and get her to stand up and join the rest of the class... which she was hoping wouldn't turn into a battle feild.... with a one girl army...
"G'day." she would say in a cheery voice. No one had yet to piss her off... "I'm assuming everyone is here... Now did everyone bring something to write with and write on? I reckon you will be a lil' fucked over if you didn't." yeah.. she wasn't going to supply them with stuff when she said to bring it on the registration sheet. "I want you to write down what skills one needed to possess to be a part of an acting company back in the Shakspearean era." she would write the question down on the board just in case someone would forget... then look back at the class. "I'm not expecting you to know them it's just to see where you are at with theatre history."
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Post by Olivia Green on Sept 9, 2010 21:19:04 GMT -8
Olivia sat at the window staring off at all the people passing by... Windows could represent freedom... though at the same time it represented being caged.... sitting inside a box with just a window... getting teased with all the people roaming around with happy lives...all the while she sat and watched. There were a few voices heard from behind her. It looked as if she was too focused on the window to pay any mind... but really she tensed and she may have been looking out the window... but now she didn't even know what was going on outside.... she was just making sure no one would attack her. She then felt a hand on her shoulder... which would make her swipe out and grab the wrist ready to break the arm.... though stopped when she saw it was the one who claimed to be her "sister". Alexis directed Olivia to join the rest of the students... though Olivia remained cautious... her eyes scanned them all... getting out their movements and the way they talked... after all if she were to see them again it was the only way to know who they are 'cause she couldn't recognize faces. As Alexis gave out the assignment, Olivia didn't hear a word... her eyes staring at every single student.... she wanted to kill them.... first the boy with the eyepatch... she wanted to pull it off and strangle him with it while shoving her fingers in the area it was covering...... next would be the girl.... a pencil in her throat... the boy with the black hair would be pulled through the glass of the window.... the boy with the facial hair....crush his head with the podium...as for her sister.... she felt she owed the girl something.... but all in all she still wanted slam the door closed against her neck. Shu would be proud. But... she knew she shouldn't... bad girls did that... Shu hadn't told her to so she wouldn't..... so instead she did what she was told to do by Alexis.... vent out her emotions on paper... so she drew a picture of her in her mask and shu standing beside her with a pile of dead bodies....in which depicted the students in the class room. (picture)As she drew she had no emotion...just staring at the page with those empty eyes and expressionless lips... may have looked like she was doing the assignment.
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Post by "Adam" on Sept 10, 2010 0:41:46 GMT -8
"Adam Watched as every student entered the room. Every one different in their own respects. Every one unique in a way. As the one he actually knew entered the room, his ears perked up, his eyes focused in on her. She recognized him. The only person in the school he knew, relatively. The only one he has learned to trust in this place. She took a seat near the front, further away from him. The next person was a male. Nothing caught his attention more towards the man other than he also noted "Adam"s position, and took a seat in front of him. "Adam" moved slightly over to the right, as to have a better view of the classroom. The man, who perhaps was looking for a friend, had unconsciously altered "Adam"s view of the classroom mainly to just his back. That would not do. He needed to see the whole room, everyone. The next person to enter the room, and perhaps the last person if "Adam" counted the amount of people enrolled in the classroom - Yes, he had learned how to count - was another interesting person. Looking a bit too old for high school, and a light in his eye that set him apart from the rest. However, the light in that eye could just be to make up for the lack of a secondary eye. He also noted his surroundings before entering. The habits of other people in the school was rather interesting. They all seemed to expect the worst in every situation, and so far, from "Adam"s experience, there was not much reason to not expect the worst. (((If things keep going the way they are, "Adam" is likely to acquire the "Cautious" trait, or something of the likes.))) "G'day."The "Teacher" began to speak. G'day... Perhaps a way to say good day... "Adam" was not quite sure of this, for although things seemed not aggressive the atmosphere seemed to him tense at best... The rest that followed, "Adam" tried to grasp, but did not understand everything fully. "I'm assuming everyone is here... Now did everyone bring something to write with and write on? I reckon you will be a lil' fucked over if you didn't. I want you to write down what skills one needed to possess to be a part of an acting company back in the Shakspearean era. I'm not expecting you to know them it's just to see where you are at with theatre history."Too many words at once, "Adam" did not try to understand what she was saying. She then began writing... letters... And Words on the white board in the front of the class. "Adam" was relatively literate... In that he could write the alphabet... But he could not write full sentences and such out yet, and because of this was not yet fully literate... Well, he supposed class was made so that he would learn what he needed to fit in to society and such. He was able to make out that he needed to write something down something. Well, he could write down something... He pulled a wrinkled up paper from his back pocket, and from his front pocket a rather... short chewed on pencil He then wrote down anything he could come up with. He first copied what she wrote down, and then began writing from memory, papers of the researchers that he glanced at. The paper he had ended up looking something like a mix of aptitude test results, short newspaper articles, and public signs. So it ended up being more of a collage than a direct answer. Though somewhere on there must be some sort of answer she was looking for. After all, mimicking always made the researchers pleased to an extent...
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Sept 11, 2010 15:21:01 GMT -8
New Faces Not much a reply, not one that she'd expected though in hindsight Jayr could've only expected such a reply. Favoritism between a teacher student relationship must've been looked down upon. That or the simple fact was that they'd only spoken once, and not for very long. Wincing slightly Jayr considered her and Donnie's relationship. They weren't exactly on the greatest of terms with one another, somehow that worried Jayr, that somehow that same feeling of instability was passed on. Biting her lip gently Jayr would turn towards her seat finally implanting her between the plastic bottom and the wooden restraint known as the desk.
Thinking inwardly Jayr would dismiss the quiet guy who'd passed without a word only a slight look in her direction. Passing it as merely that of recognition of other bodies in the room rather than a perverbial glance Jayr would dismiss it, for all their sakes.
Somewhere she was stressed, shoulders hunched at the table's edge Jayr was certainly uncertain of the potential road she was destined to follow. While in the end she would be responsible for it all there were those small choices that she'd indeed need to make along the way.
A heavy sigh as her body fell back into a sluggish lean, her legs spread awkwardly despite the jeans themselves providing security her eyes would angle up protectively cutting off the dangerous glances entering.
"...Sup, Nicole."
Directly to the male that strode in, seemingly within his comfort zone for the most part as she caught on to his surveillance of the room.
"Oh... just teaching my class."
Jayr managed a smile noting how coolly Alexis handled that, she was always so admirable. At least through Jayr's eyes. Never flinching but rather facing things boldly without a care.
Jayr's eyes would follow the strange man towards his seat through her peripherals till he'd taken a seat or not depending on his further movement. Cautionary she was though a new school had allotted her that bit of insecurity.
"G'day. I'm assuming everyone is here... Now did everyone bring something to write with and write on? I reckon you will be a lil' fucked over if you didn't."
Jayr would flinch slightly at the word, still a bit on the innocent side she preferred against such language. Hurtful towards people they could be words as the saying didn't apply as it had back in youthful eras.
'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words shall never hurt me.'
Not quite the same as it had been back then either. A worrisome facade dropped over her biting her lip curiously as Jayr settled forward a nervous and yet wavering hand as she'd go searching in her binder up front on her desk for her writing supplies coming across a googly pen. The ink inside a shaded rainbow as the plastic pen looked normal up to a certain point, at its top erupted a spring end that bobbled too and fro as she would write with it. Embarrassing no doubt, but Jayr didn't care for the thoughts of others at least not based on choices of pen she felt that humoring them would be the first chance into another's heart.
"I want you to write down what skills one needed to possess to be a part of an acting company back in the Shakspearean era. I'm not expecting you to know them it's just to see where you are at with theatre history." [/b] A rouge color went to her cheeks and Jayr would freeze up, she didn't know this one. Biting at her lips she'd take her ample time to search inside her binder for a sheet of paper finding the slow and yet casual way about it. 'If you want to be an actress you best not mess up...'*Sigh*Flipping faster through her books she tried not being a disruption but eventually found an off kilter sheet. And of course matching the same strange pen she'd had this sheet of paper held its own embarrassing secret to it. Doodled across with scribes of nature's effects along with the girlish dreams-scapes of rainbows and ponies the bright peach colored paper was all she had on her. 'What a day.'*Sigh*The title would go. [/blockquote]
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Post by Rino Badoer on Sept 11, 2010 15:57:56 GMT -8
Unchanged, his opinions of this place were left unchanged. As simple as that as he felt the twitch at his back, the considered nervous twitch by Lucan's standards. The boy at his rear was something of a book nerd so long as he kept this up always striving to learn and keep attention with the teacher at expense to his personal interactions. A pity.
Slitting his eyes Lucan took his pity all too seriously not acknowledging the boy's strives for getting a better view, if in the same interaction Lucan would lean back and raise his hands above his head in a blatant stretch. Arms coiled behind his head, his elbows would further block the boy's sight. 'That'd teach him to be a pest.'
"Tch."
The small motion of his mouth enveloped in a simple hiss. Heels would come up selfishly into a disrespectful stance, not that those were his true intension for this class, he simply had a lackluster of care.
"I don't have something to write with."
Lucan would speak up loudly to break the silence of student's assuming none had spoken prior in which case he'd raise his voice further to beat out their chants.
"Would you be so kind as to donate?"
He'd ask first of the teacher indicating his attention towards hers through narrow slitted eyes, condescending even of that. Then if his reply wasn't taken immediately it'd turn to the woman just ahead of him. "You?" The questioning voice.
Turning up ahead through the same cold eyes towards the eye-patched one. "You?"
Even further if not interrupted he'd turn to his back, rolling as a way towards his desk pressing his torso up through a push-up like fashion to tower over him. "Or perhaps you?"
A smooth smile facade over his features predominantly superior in frame of mind fixating that he was playing his role elegantly, he was being immature.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 14, 2010 0:22:34 GMT -8
OOC: Pardon the wait. Next time I'm taking too long, regardless of reason and 24-48 hours pass (your call), you can skip my turn. I'll take reduced EXP or whatever other penalties.
Also, put the date as for the date the class thread was initially posted.Picking At The Leftovers "Oh... just teaching my class."Australian accent. Just as prickly as he remembered, a lot less alluring now that the facade and mystery was over (or so it could be perceived)... the German confirmed it, this was the one and the same person he had met. With a rather neutral look, "Unfettered" would nod at "Miss/Mrs. Green" and take to staring off in the distance at the board. Perhaps he was miffed by the deception, deep in thought about something else, or analyzing the whole situation, but the German betrayed no body language to suggest anything of notable inclination."G'day. I'm assuming everyone is here... Now did everyone bring something to write with and write on? I reckon you will be a lil' fucked over if you didn't."Perhaps this was a place of dullness to some and a reputation-fest for others, but strangely, the German always felt his calmest in the classroom (whenever generalized havoc wasn't playing it's reoccurred role in the classroom). It was a place where "Unfettered" could fall away from his stereotyped "role" of a "leader" to the few who still viewed him as thus, where he didn't have to worry about the 'enigmatic' aura, or have to focus on anything. It had been a while, but right now, the German was in the process of recreating."I want you to write down what skills one needed to possess to be a part of an acting company back in the Shakspearean era. I'm not expecting you to know them it's just to see where you are at with theatre history."And once again, the German could only stare blankly.
In what would be there stereotyped mannerism of the "lazy high schooler" persona, "Unfettered" slumped his head forward onto the desk as his arms went underneath his desk as his hands remembered where to pull out his notebook and pen out from. Leaning back in a continued output of a lazy persona, the German's hands moved about in a trance-like mannerism as he found himself completely ignoring the fellow "asking for a donation." His focus was on the task of at hand.
"What skills were needed to be part of an acting company back in the Shakespearean era?"
There was perhaps a touch of apathy to his looks and body language at the moment, but in truth, the German was thinking over the question curiously, his eye sliding up and down to the board, the teacher, and his paper.
Chewing his thoughts over for a moment longer, the German began to write in chicken scratch.When he finished, "Unfettered" would cap his pen before gripping it in his hand. Nonchalantly, the German slumped forward and opened up his bag again, pulling out another pen. Holding it in front of himself, he recognized it as one of his pens that worked... every now and then. The type where the "ball point" was getting stuck pretty easily from over-hardened ink. Covertly hiding away his other pen into his pocket, he'd hold it up to the boy who was asking around for a "donation" if he was still up there. If he wasn't, he'd wordlessly put the pen on the edge of his table, just in case he himself got bored.
...Interesting word, "bored." It was difficult to see how people could actually become as thus with so many distractions. Speaking of...
Quietly, the German looked down at his paper. He remembered the one day Tai was sobering up and could only sit in front of the television. That was the day when "Unfettered" sat with him for a good majority of that particular Saturday watching the History channel, back when it was still good. Good times.
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"...When it doubt, bulls***, bulls***, bulls***."
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Post by Alexis Seran on Sept 14, 2010 17:44:59 GMT -8
Alexis waited for the class as they wrote away. Then one of the boys started asking about a pen.... which Alexis would ignore and keep in her head that she was getting pissed off... yup... one guy she already hated teaching. That easy...
Finally she gave them a few minutes and she would start collecting papers.
"Alright times up."
she would see Unfettered handing the boy a pen... and she would take everyone's paper ignoring the fact the boy wouldn't have had time to get his answers down.
She even grabbed for Olivia's paper...though she knew the girl wouldn't know ANYTHING about Theatre history...or even know how to write for that matter...though when she grabbed the paper and looked at it..her brows furrowed and her lips puckered.
Alright.
Disturbing....
Her own sister just drew a picture of everyone in the classs dead..... including Alexis...
She would put it aside and probably have a talk with Olivia later... then she would quickly read through everyone's paper...and of course get confused for Adam's.
"Wow.... I'm really excited to teach you guys...best set of students ever." she would say for the class to hear in a nonchalant expression. She would slap the papers down and her green eyes would scan the class. "Alright so two of you got some right."
She would start pacing now ready to teach the class. "One of you put down gender roles. Yes...you had to be a man. Men played women... You know how it was... Second someone put down the skill to read... that too is right...how else do you know your lines if you can't read them?" she would stretch out her arms to get a little more comfy.... 'cause for some reason she was already hating her day. "You needed to have good diction as well.... now... as for fame... not really.. around this time was when actors began to start getting famous... before that they had bad reputations as rogues and theives... Now the others that no one got were fencing, singing, and dancing."
she would walk down the isles of the desks then return to the front. "Unlike this day in age.... people weren't scrutenized for being able to do all those things... they needed to have those skills..where as today....people prefer you to stick to one profession....Now... who can tell me the name of Shakespeare's company and what was the most known theatre they would preform at?"
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Post by Olivia Green on Sept 14, 2010 17:56:32 GMT -8
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Olivia huffed when her picture was taken away. She needed it so she would go and do those things to the real people opposed to the onse in the doodle.
Now she would listen to her sister's lesson... but none of it really stuck, because...well she still needed to learn some basic stuff like.... what fencing meant.
And what the hell was Shakespeare?
She then heard her sister's tone of voice rise as if asking a question. It was a recognizable tone so that means she had to have a answer.
She started biting her nails 'cause she didn't know what the answer was...and she should...because she was asked it...if she wasn't right then she expected being locked in her cell again.
She would then raise her hand thinking she had the answer.
"I have to make them suffer..." her soft voice would break the silence... that milky tone with the small hint of an Australian accent almost seemed too sweet to be saying the words that were spoken.
That usually was the answer for any question Shu had asked... Now she had to learn to adjust to less grim answers...'cause knowing Alexis...they weren't about torturing other human beings...
Now as she waited for the write answer she would wrap the surface of the table with her knuckles making a constant tapping sound... a mannerism done when she was anticipating the correct answer.
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Post by "Adam" on Sept 14, 2010 20:32:25 GMT -8
The man in front of him seemed to not like keeping still, and for some reason seemed to radiate impudence. It didn't smell right. Slightly forced perhaps? He didn't know, but this man was becoming a little irritating. Fortunately, "Adam was sitting on the ground in the first place, so he just scooted over to the middle of the classroom from his seat in the corner previously. He began asking questions, seemingly looking for the materials which he did not have. Before he got to "Adam", the other man handed him a pen. That solved that problem.
She then asked a question, and "Adam" grasped what she was asking. He was slowly getting accustomed to the Californian dialect and tone (Having the 20 intellect, using shin physics, he already knows how to speak, and should be able to understand English to a certain degree by the end of this thread)
Things were starting to make sense, to a degree. This being one of the first times "Adam" had begun learning English through a more natural means - listening to daily life - he was beginning to make more sense of it every minute. He also understood the man who was looking for a pen's questions from his repetition, albeit "Adam" grudgingly admitted that the man had helped him comprehend the language more, since "Adam" did not have a positive view on him as of yet.
But yes... The question... He had no idea what the answer was, so he sat back, and looked questioningly at the teacher, waiting for someone to respond.
{"Adam" has received a new relationship! For: Lucan Prime, Annoyed(Weak)}
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