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Vast amusement was... possibly not the usual reaction to holding the first day of tryouts, no. Especially not when he actually did want people to stop by.

But Genesis rarely went for the usual reaction if he was in a position where he could, for all intents and purposes, pick his reaction. Being contrary was far more amusing as he saw it.

Besides, it was not as if he planned to laugh in their faces.

... He could only hope that, should anyone come by, they’d be talented enough that he wouldn’t have to work to keep from laughing. There was little point in scaring them off before he’d gotten them up on stage, after all.

Casting for Snow White
Cast and crew needed! Free food and drink available!

[Plz to be waiting for the OCD is up!]

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Mingle & Eat

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If you really want to?

Re: Mingle & Eat

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Warren... really couldn't deny that he was curious about this whole theater thing. And, while he really didn't think he was anything remotely show-stopping, and he had no acting experience to speak of, he figured it really couldn't hurt to check this thing out, right?

He made his way down when he got back to the island after Ghanima's culture class, still a little pumped after seeing STOMP!, and tried not to look too nervous as he peered around the inside of the building.

Re: Mingle & Eat

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Genesis had had far too much training to miss someone peering around. He jumped down from where he'd been inspecting the lighting on a stage.

"Anything interesting to look at?" Genesis asked lightly, as he approached. A tall man in a red leather coat.

[You know, it'd be nice if I could get my notifs, LJ.]

Re: Mingle & Eat

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Christian wondered in, surprised to see life in the theater. "I thought we were doing Star-Crossed," he said, half a complaint. "But ... you aren't the person I spoke to about that at all."

Powers of observation: Christian has them.

Re: Mingle & Eat

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"Star-Crossed," Genesis said dryly, "is not what is on the signs. Who did you talk to about it?"

Re: Mingle & Eat

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Free food? James was curious enough to venture in, prepared for a trap of some sort. (Not like he could act or anything)

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The tall auburn haired man in a red leather jacket had set no traps.

Though one could consider advertising food to be a trap, in its own way. Teenagers.

"Are you here to try out?" he asked, giving the boy a considering glance.

Re: Mingle & Eat

[glacial_queen]

When Karla first saw the sign on the door, she had a brief moment of hope when she thought that Geoffrey had come back. Further reflection disabused her of that notion. Not only had she not heard anything on the radio suggesting he had, the changes she noticed upon entering the theater diminished the vanishingly unlikely odds that he'd slipped back in unnoticed still further.

Shoving her disappointment aside, Karla kept looking around, noting the changes and trying to see what she could glean of the new owner's character.

So far? Not much.

Re: Mingle & Eat

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The theatre said little of his character--which was right and good as theatres were meant to show case many characters all at once--but he was not particularly hard to spot.

A relatively young man, with auburn hair and a long red leather jacket who moved with easy grace.

"Good afternoon," he said, once he'd realized that, yes, another student had wandered into the building. "Are you looking to try out?"

Re: Mingle & Eat

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Claudia had been out for a walk and noticed the sign. She figured it was worth checking out -- and hey, look, food!

That was always a plus.

Re: Mingle & Eat

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Another person! Excellent!

"Are you here to try out?" he asked, after giving her a few moments to (presumably) orient herself.

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"Whoa, free food?" Ariel was on her way to the clothing store to finally decide on her dress for tonight when she saw the sign, noticing the most important part first, and then her eyes roamed over the rest of it and she giggled. "Oh," she told herself, "I've just got to!"

So there was Ariel, slipping in and looking for the food first and foremost, because she wouldn't want to audition on an empty stomach, now, would she?

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Genesis watched this apparently single-minded search for... ah, the food for a moment before coming over to see if the girl was looking for anything more than just the food.

"Can I help you?"

And if that was amused, well, so be it.

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Alexander knew he was on his way to the reserves after getting out of work, but he couldn't help but notice the sign in front of the theatre with a little bit of interest. It wouldn't hurt to just sort of peek his head in and see a little bit more of what it was about, was it?

Casting!

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Where he promises not to laugh in your face. Er. Much. Unless you want him to.

Re: Casting!

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As requested, Ariel took her script, passed over it quickly, and cleared her throat, trying to do an good job of reading from it without looking at it too much.

"I thought that we talked about this," she started, sounding very imploring with a slight touch of exasperation but mingled with a little bit of coyness. She figured it would help to touch on as many emotions as possible from the get go. Go big or go home.

"You don't want me to be your girlfriend. You don't want a girlfriend. You only think you do. You only think you do because it's what you've been taught is right. You know my position on this."

She felt as though she could confidently use her own experiences with Rinoa and Squall and now her own sort-of boyfriend to really put some gusto into all this.

"I'm not like you. I don't feel compelled to tie a rock to my leg and jump," she waved a hand that wasn't holding the script, " off a cliff. It's nothing personal. You seem like a great guy. But a relationship? Why? We have everything we need, right now. Affection, conversation, sex," which, clearly had to be emphasized now that she knew all about that now, too, "and the only kind of devotion that lasts: we're friends. Why would you want to trade that for a hollow sense of security?"

Well, she wasn't exactly sure if she was agreeing with the script, but she was having fun pretending that she did.

"For some kind of false guarantee? Love is brief. In a couple of months, we'll get so bored with each other, and we'll drift apart. No mess, no bull..." Slight cough. "...shit. Look, I just don't want us to lie to ourselves, or to each other. The minute I'm your girlfriend, we stop being people to each other and start being obligations. And, I love you too much to let that happen."

Re: Casting!

[wwiii]

Alright, Warren could get through this. The stage was all there was, and he wasn't Warren, he was... Ryan. Who was some sort of immortal. Who had an eternity ahead of him and amends to make.

He could be Ryan.

"I've never been able to say why..." He actually paused, then, furrowing his brow and looking for all the world as though he was trying carefully to pick and choose his words. "... Why I left. And, I think it was... that I just felt so... horrible. Guilty and... unworthy. I didn't deserve to live, when so many other people have to die. And I didn't deserve to have someone love me the way you do... and trust me so much."

Maybe, some part of him was Ryan. He could relate to these words all too well.

"When we first jumped off this building..." Like a chapter from his own life, wasn't it? His wings spread a little as he said those words, as though he was reaching to catch the air itself for the first time in his life all over again. "I found your devotion so inspiring, so moving... but after a while, it just started to weigh on me, and... everything that had comforted me started to torture me instead. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even understand it, and I definitely couldn't cope with it... and I left."

The script was shaking in his hand. Warren and Ryan were becoming all mixed up, confused with one another. One was professing devotion to a love he'd left behind, and another was trying desperately to explain to his father exactly why he had taken that leap. When he spoke next, his voice was clear, was loud, and was... Tired.

"I'm not trying to make excuses. I still feel.. like I had no choice. Like it was important to leave. But... at the same time, I regret it, because I've spent every day since then feeling like something was missing. And now, I realize... I realize what I've lost. What I've been missing all this time."

The other half to Ryan's whole.

Family.

Warren closed the script and pulled his wings back in, folded them more tightly at his back than he had in a long, long while. He really, really should have worn the harness today.

"Sorry."

Re: Casting!

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This was all a very new experience for Alexander, but, as he took to the stage and considered the script, he figured it was a good one. He could half see his mother shoving some script at him if he ever had to make a public address, so...

Here went nothing.

"Errr...."

Ahem.

"Babe," he started, already frowning with how he would interpret that word not really fitting with the rest of the text, "can we talk? ...Sweetheart?" Which sounded far more questioning to himself than who he was talking to.

"Can I come in? You're right, you know. You're right, there, you see? I'm admitting it, you are right, we don't know each other as well as we should, but do you know something else? That's not all my fault. Hey, you see what you've done, you've got me talking, isn't that every girl's dream, talking. 'Honey let us talk'. Babe? Sweetie? I know I'm a bit crass, a bit loud sometimes but do you know what? I am capable of emotion, and I thought that maybe if we did move in together we could 'take things to the next level' or something like that."

Ironic, that bit about being capable of emotion, considering Alexander was coming out sounding like a terribly confused, jilted robot.

"He's quiet and thi--oh, sorry, that was a direction. Er.."

Ahem.

"Why do you never let me see you without make up on? I mean, what I mean is, who are you? You always got to shave your legs and? ... when do you ever go out in your natural hair, your natural skin, just slop around in front of people? You're always being someone with me, and I don't know how much of that is real? When I asked you... who knows, I thought, it just seemed right, maybe I didn't think, Okay, but I did feel. Listen babes, I am going to go take a walk while you finish applying your face, or whatever it is you're doing, and I hope I can see you for dinner downstairs."

Re: Casting!

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Christian read through the script dubiously. He didn't mind the sentiments, but the language seemed vulgar.

Still, he'd give it his all once he was on stage.

"I've been sending this show all over the fucking country, Kim," he began, almost swallowing the obscenity. Then he reaised his voice in irritation. "And you mean to tell me I did all of that for nothing? I've got the chance of a lifetime here - Christ, you too. You may never get another opportunity like this one. Just because you hate it - what gives you the right to punish me, to take this away from me?"

He paced as he continued, "I mean, come on! Do you think anyone would have produced the show you wrote? It was so... gooey. Sappy, sentimental, cheesy, corny, and Hallmark. Lifetime-made-for-TV-movie, Bridges-of-Madison-County, Oprah-book-of-the-month-club gooey!" Christian had no idea what any of that meant. It probably showed.

He did better as his tone turned desperate on the next line. "Kim. Wait, don't go. Please? You're holding all the cards here, okay? You've got me right where you want me - desperate, okay? So, I will listen to whatever you have to say. And I won't be hostile. I promise. Just, please... Sit back down, have a drink with me, and tell me what I have to do to work this out."

Wheedling, he went on, "I'm 22, Kim. I graduated college with a Theatre degree and I really don't want to end up teaching high school drama and English. Don't you see how badly I need this? Can't you at least sit down? Talk to me? Please?"

He plead the last few words, then smiled uncertainly at Genesis. "How was that?"

Re: Casting!

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Karla paused when she got to the center of the stage, not out of coyness or to prepare herself, but to just take a minute and remember. She'd had such fun up here before, with Priestly and Dinah and Sam and Tony... She missed them, and more, she missed this. The chance to stop being Karla for a little while, to be someone else with their own thoughts and feelings and problems.

Except she was here to audition, not woolgather. Right. Deep breath, up through her toes and filling her chest so she'd have the support to reach the audience without sounding like she was yelling, Karla began her monologue.

"Contrary to popular opinion, there are not plenty of fish in the sea, and even if there are, none of them are interested in my bait." Immediate connection there. Skinny, flat-chested, temperamental. Never as beautiful as her mother or as charming as her father or as pretty as the other aristo girls. But no self-pity. Just a kind of ironic, wry humor, mixed with a kind of painful self-awareness. "And I guess that's why, when I saw him again, and he started telling me about how wasn't ready for a new relationship, and how he actually thinks that dating is pretty stupid... Which, to be fair, is essentially true. It is kind of ridiculous to think that there's one person out there for every other person, and that one person can meet all of your needs, and that anyone could really be satisfied with only one person, for all time--"

Was it ridiculous? Perhaps so. That would explain the weird...thing...she had with Raven, at least. She turned a little, speaking to 'Rita,' trying to work through the words that sounded so logical, so easy and convenient.

"There's a rational part of me that does actually agree with him. That thinks that sex is only as complicated as the people who're having it. And that relationships shouldn't have to be a quid-pro-quo transaction: I agree to sleep only with you, so that you sleep only with me. If monogamy came naturally, why would so many married people have affairs? If people could just evolve past jealousy, we would all probably be a lot happier. He's right. Jealousy is irrational." Irrational, yes. Also painfully familiar. Karla could just imagine how this would feel, to hear that she was good enough to warm his bed, but not to have a 'real' relationship with. She tilted her chin a bit, wanting to come off strong, not self-pitying. A realist. One who'd made a poor choice, but could admit it without whining. "He wanted something casual, and I was a little disappointed... I got my hopes up, which was stupid, and I got let down, which I should have predicted... And how can I really blame him? He was up front with me. He told me exactly what he wanted and exactly what he didn't. I could have said, 'No, that's not enough for me. I want a real relationship or nothing.' But I didn't say that."

Something was better than nothing, right?

"If I thought I could do better, then none of this would have ever happened. But I don't, and it did. I told myself, I'll just keep hanging out with him, until I meet someone better suited for me, the right person. I told myself, 'Don't get attached, because this is temporary. Don't be jealous, because he's just not worth it.' But I'd lie awake, with him sleeping next to me, and think..."

Here, she turned again to the other side, talking to him now, the faceless male that she'd let hurt her, no matter how strong she wanted to be. And since he wasn't here to hear her, she could let go of that strength, just a bit, long enough to be honest. "You're always rushing off - you have all these other friends and other things to do, and other women's beds to jump into... and I wish you had more room for me in your life. I wish you wished you had room for me in your life. I wish you gave a damn. Because, someday, you'll meet someone and you'll feel the thing that you always make fun of when other people feel it, and all your rhetoric about how monogamy is stupid and relationships are bullshit will go completely out the window."

Shoulders slumped and face averted towards the audience, Karla spoke the final line. "And I will never be able to stop wondering: Why wasn't it me? Why couldn't it have been me?"

Crew (-ing)!

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For those looking to join the crew.

Re: Crew (-ing)!

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Kūkaku would have hung around and noshed on the free food, but that wasn't at all her style. She tended to get straight to the point, so, after a moment or two of standing outside and staring at the sign as she finished her smoke and debated, she pushed open a door and headed somewhere that looked like it might be the right spot.

"So, you're puttin' on a show, or something?"

Talk to Genesis

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If you have something to bring up that isn't related to the above categories?

Re: Talk to Genesis

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"Snow White?" Pause. "Really?" Sophie might look a tad... miffed.

OOC

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The problem with playing a bad guy, before he goes bad, is that so many of his icons are ominous anyway.