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Post Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 1:04 am |
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... reads the blackboard propped up at one end of the stage. Someone has added curlicues and Greek letters on the border in pink chalk. The time has been smudged, reading only "-:00." There's no clock in the room, no calendar, no pictures of long-dead benefactors gracing an eponymous auditorium; no real easy way to remember how you got here, actually.
The woman walks out from backstage, daisies in her hair, arms full of dry cleaning. "Let's begin," she says. "Number One, why don't you start us off." She steps down and takes a seat in the front row.
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Crossroads Inc.
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Post Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 10:23 pm |
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* A small figure walks out into the middle of the stage a "Bag of Holding +Silly" on his Belt*
"Ar, Ahem, Ah, well, I'm not exactly sure what the Audtion is for Miss, But I have had a Hankering to be a part of'da Action down here for a while, and if there is a need for either a Bishi Mech Pilot, or a Coporate Pirate, or a Ductape Wilding adventurer, I'm your man!
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Crake
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Post Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 10:25 pm |
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Hey hey hey! You call for the number one mage in all the world? Well Crake the amazing is here, watchas I command this highly dangerous fire elemental!
*Fire elemental proceeds to fly off and get in line at the snack bat*
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Post Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 11:58 pm |
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"Number Two, please, wait your turn!" The woman extracts a martini from under her seat and takes a long drink, then two more.
"Now then, Number One, I apologize for the interruption. Please begin Part I. Oh, and state the name of your piece?"
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Post Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 12:07 am |
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*Looks around nerviously* "Ah, me? Um, well,"
*flips through random pages...*
"OH! Heres something... This is called "Ode to a lump of putty found under my armpit one summer day"
"No no... wait, someone did that... AHHA! here, I call it "Flivnor Wreptrue"
*ahems*
"Twain writ Onward twell! let us Dive unto the clouds! Glorn fliprop! Never more, into the Galactic Central Core! And forlivnrod into kleptrikleptrin! On the infinate Ever Mittens!"
Thank you...
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Post Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 12:14 am |
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*sits uncomfortably in her seat, fidgiting nervosely*
*mutters to herself*
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Post Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 12:39 am |
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"Excellent! By the way, how tall are you? Never mind, we'll get to that in Part II." The woman pronounces the Roman numerals crisply; one would never mistake them for Arabic. She pulls a single shrink-wrapped olive from her purse, unwraps it, and drops it into her martini. "All right, who's next?"
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Post Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 12:44 am |
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Clearing her throat, she taps ((Crake)) on the shoulder, "I think that's you."
It's no wonder she had to tap him on the shoulder first. She speaks so quietly she wouldn't have been noticed, otherwise.
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Post Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 8:16 am |
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Oh I suppose it is. Sorry I went a bit mad for a time and thought the drinking fountain was a Gin and Tonic. Well it seems my attempt at controling a fire elemental has failed, so instead I shallcojure up a new one.
*takes out magical tome, flips through pages and incants multiple ununderstandable words8
Behold as the great spirit Ode' Elden appears beofre you and uh, we are currently experiencing magical dificulties.
*Ode Elden walks of stage and gets in line behind RTC.
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FearTheMullet
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Post Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 7:50 pm |
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*shakes his head to clear it*
Whadafuh? Who... What... um...
*watches the goings on near him*
Ohh... interesting...
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Post Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 8:19 pm |
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* Creeps in from the side and takes a seat *
* Whispers to RTC *
"How'd number I do? What sort of act?"
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Post Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 9:36 pm |
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Number one went and read poetry. Yes I eavesdropped on you. I was act two and I summoned, but failed to control the free spirit Ode Elden. Kind of sad really. RTC is act three. And my last sentance ryhmed!
In a fit of boredom form waiting for overly shy RTC to come out and do her act Crake yells out,
"HEY, isn't RTC up next?!? I mean she was in line behind me and all, so it is only natural to assume that she is next isn't it?"
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Post Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2004 3:49 pm |
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Crackers looks nervose, muttering to herself, and glares at Crake.
"What do I do? What should I do? I don't know... Noses?"
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Post Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2004 4:33 pm |
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The woman points to a roped-off area in the back of the auditorium. There are two ratty avacado green couches and a table with a bowl of punch and some cheese and crackers. "Please step back there if you'd like to talk. We need to hear the auditions. The piano is on the upper level if you'd like to rehearse for Part III."
She finishes her drink and taps her pen on her clipboard. "Number Three?" She motions toward the soft-spoken girl. "Please begin."
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Post Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2004 4:17 pm |
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Crackers walks up to the stage and rings her wrists.
"Well, um, you see, I uh,"
She coughs and starts speaking more audibly.
"I, um, I wrote a poem. It's called Alone.
I just want someone to
Hold me tight
Everyone stays away
Afraid to fall under
My uncaring gaze
I just want someone to
Care for me -
Be there for me
But I push them all
Away
Can't someone help me?
Can't anyone see?
All I need is a shoulder
To cry on -
To lean against
I want to be
Someone's lap cat
I'm stuck as the bear
Cowering in my
Den
Can't anyone see
Through this thin facade?
Maybe no one cares
For me -
About me
Maybe.
Maybe."
She bows and walks off the stage.
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