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Post by Sigvard Eriksson on Jun 25, 2018 19:11:14 GMT
Spread on the floor in a perfectly executed frontal split, Sig kept humming the Nicki Minaj song he heard on the radio this morning as he slowly let his arms glide in front of him, letting his body stretch in the most delicious manner until his chest was touching the floor. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly redress, then next posture. This time he counted under his breathe as he took hold his ankle, rising his leg until his back arched nicely and the burning stretch spread in his limbs. God, did he love working on his flexibility. Knowing that his body could do almost everything he wanted. And... It was always something that his past lovers complimented him on. Oh my god, how can you bend like that? He loved it.
“My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun ~” He murmured as he released his leg, letting it fall nicely before letting his weight pulling him back, his palms on the ground as he held a bridge position, feeling his shirt riding up, flushed skin exposed. One. Two. Three. A soft push of his feet and a few seconds later, he was standing again. Damn that felt good, he thought as he cracked his neck softly. Nothing better than a good stretching to make him feel reinvigorated. And considering the appreciative stares he caught on him, he put on quite a nice show. Lovely! He could have done something a little more... suggestive but heck, he didn't want Mrs. Kishi scolding him for “public indecency” again. But man, he totally would if he could. Especially if it could make a certain someone finally look at him.
A loud commotion made him jump slightly, and as he turned towards the source of the noise, he caught sight of Amanda on the ground, cards and other things scattered around her. He winced in sympathy. Poor darling. She must have been terrified to receive a scolding from Mrs Kishi, which and that was really unusual, had not arrived yet. He was however quite relieved to see that some the girls quickly went to her side and helped her before he could. Good. At least, she was in good hands.
His gaze shifted slightly to the left and he smiled. Ah! There you are! A huge grin on his lips, he swiftly walked in direction of his target, hips swaying because: hmm hello? He had to live up to his reputation of a true vixen obviously~ Once near her, he softly brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Something caught you interest Thalia?” He murmured softly as he eyed Amanda explaining her project, which honestly, wasn't so bad. “Games huh... We've always liked games, don't we darling?” He added with a wolfish grin.
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Post by Tristan Pendragon on Jun 25, 2018 19:18:25 GMT
Tristan slightly jumped when he feels a hand on his own. He was so deep in his thought he didn't see Ryan moving... The brush quit his hand, he looks at the blond, raising an eyebrow. Wondering what he was doing... Their hands disappear and... Tristan blush, feeling his heartbeat ready to explode... he thrusts his head between his shoulders, trying to hide how red his face is... He smile shyly, looking at Ryan, then the painting, then the floor then ryan again... He's gonna have a heart attack if his heartbeat didn't calm down! Their eyes catch again, he's smile in response and look Ryan going next to the other. He turns his head in front of the paint and put his hair behind his ear, trying to breath for calm down... He took back the brush and try to continue the background like if nothing happen... But it's pretty hard to be concentrated now... He listen to the other from his spot. A Game club is a good idea... It's pretty fun, but... It need a lot of interaction with other... especially the game Amanda seems to brought with her, you have to talk and everything... It's not for him... He would lose anyway... And bored people... He shakes his head trying to make go away the idea to join this other club, it's not a good idea ...
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jun 25, 2018 19:20:08 GMT
"As much as I would like to, adding another club to my activities wouldn't be best for me," Naya frowned at that, but she knew Emery was probably right. Nobody wanted to repeat a year, and Em had to focus on her studies. Still, she couldn't help but be disappointed.
"That's fair," she sighed, "You should focus on school."
It seemed that Emery could sense her disappointment, because she said "You two can come over tonight and we can play some board games to make up for it!" That made Naya grin, which grew even bigger when Em said "And we haven't watched Wicked, Heathers, Cats, or Les Mis in a while! So it's due for both!"
"Oh my god yes! Sleepover!" she squealed, "Pleeeeeeease can we watch Heathers first? And have a singalong?"
She looked over at Peyton, "And hey, since I'm already signed up for the board games club, maybe we could go together? If you'd like?" She gave a smile. She really did want to get to know Peyton better; a friend of Emery's was a friend of hers, after all. Perhaps she just needed Naya to make the first move? "I think it could be fun!"
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Post by Polaris Martini on Jun 25, 2018 19:51:02 GMT
Polaris was late for the drama club meeting. One could say that it was the fault of being young and walking lost, but in reality she had gone out to observe the city and when she saw the hours, she was shocked how late she was. And to make matters worse, it began to rain terribly.
Polaris was soaking wet on his feet until she had a head and luckily no one noticed her entrance. She would take off her coat as she sought out the teacher to talk to her about being a new student and what she should do to join the club.
That was when the door opened again, seeing a girl falling with the board games on the floor.
The group of students who were there gathered around it, asking if they were well and helping them to get their things. Polaris approached slowly, noting if the brunette was really well and if everything was going well.
That was when she felt a push, falling to the ground and banging her back. "Owch ..." said the girl, soaked and with huge back pains, with some difficulty getting up because her hands were all soaked.
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Post by Rebecca Rolfe on Jun 25, 2018 19:54:42 GMT
Rebecca sat in the corner of the room, by her self, for the moment- on her phone.
"Mom, I will be home late.. Drama-stuff.''
"Rebeecca you'll be home before eleven.''
"MOM! I turn eighteen in a few month's !"
"Don't care, you need to watch your siblings.''
click.
UGH.Rebecca tossed her phone in-to the bag she had, and stood up, spotting Ryan , she'd walk over to them, and smile."Hey Ryan.. been a while.''she'd say clutching her bag to her chest, she'd turn "HEY AMANDA?! WALK MUCH!?" she'd giggle softly, her eyes looking at Amanda who had fallen over.The Five foot nine woman seemed to have sprouted up over the summer...and, she was usually the shortest one. Rebecca wasn't really the normal type to be seen in -Drama-Club, but she needed the extra curricular activity...and she had a voice on her.if she was ever going to get into her Mothers former college; she was going to pass.
She was in even in FLAT SHOES! and she seemed to tower every one.ugh, she should've gone for basketball. ... hrm.. is it still an option? ( nope.)
"This is going to be a long day...'' thought Rebecca.
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Post by Administrator on Jun 25, 2018 20:18:14 GMT
Holy mother of POTATO! SO many people wanted to sing up! Even Ryan who she never even DARED to talk to! He was 100% out of her league. This was indeed a bit overwhelming and at the same time so different from her day to day life. She didn't know if it's a good feeling or not, but she could not deny that she was experiencing something... different.
"You really had the best idea, Amanda," Tara cheered her up with a compliment and even made Amanda feel flattered for a second. "Th- Thanks," she replied. "No, I don't," she thought, "It wasn't MY idea." But whoever came up with the idea - it wasn't bad at all - maybe bringing some games to play to AT LEAST pass the time until Veronica will finally show up with her precious script wasn't that bad!?
Amanda glanced down at the package. No. She won't dare to do anything extraordinary right now. Veronica could walk in any moment. It was too dangerous. The redhead put the CAH (Cards Against Humanity) deck into her backpack and shoved the package filled with other games under one of the chairs in the front row. She would take them back after the club meeting and ask, like, maybe Tara and Phillip for a selfie or so (for her mom).
"Alright, whew, that's eh-" she looked down at the notebook, "Quite a list! Haha!" She shoved the pencil and the notebook inside the backpack.
"Gosh, I desperately need something for my sore throat".
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jun 25, 2018 20:29:25 GMT
Chris looked back at her as he looked at her as she adjusted her glasses and started to explain to him what she was doing. “wow.” he said. “you're designing a costume..?” he asked as he was interested in what she was doing. He looked at her sketchbook as he tried to sneak a peek at what she was making. “May i see it?” he asked with a small smile.
He noticed the blush on rileys face. He figured she was just as keen on social events as he was. He hoped she would be okay around him. He knew how scary it could be to talk to people you aren't familiar with.
"Your Christopher right? I'm Riley Owen, I'm not that good at making friends." Riley said. Chris smiled a bit as it felt nice to know that someone remembered his name. “yes, my name is christopher.. but everyone calls me chris. But uh both, both are fine..!” was that awkward? Was that necessary? He wasn't sure. He chuckled a bit at the comment about making friends. “don't worry, then that's you and me both.. hehe" he admitted with a sheepish smile to assure her things were okay. After her question he looked over his shoulder. “ I guess.. it could be a nice opportunity to try and make friends.. maybe we could both join?” he offered. Riley looked like she could use some friends too. He then saw elizabeth walking towards them. Towards riley in particular. He took a step back as he let the girl through. He smiled weakly as he let elizabeth and riley talk.
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Post by Kairi Matsumoto on Jun 25, 2018 20:34:18 GMT
VIOLA: u shoulda seen his face, Kairi, bastard didnt see us coming :P
Kairi smirked down at her phone as she pictured her friend gloating over another target brought to justice - well their form of justice anyway.
VIOLA: ever thought of skipping one of those dress-up sessions and joining us? :)
Kairi narrowed her eyes and texted back.
KAIRI: u know I cant do that
VIOLA: yeah yeah, expulsion and all dat jazz. I miss you though, we all do.
KAIRI: miss you guys too
It was true. No matter how certain people judged them, The Red Lilacs were home to Kairi; they were the one place she truly felt a sense of belonging and purpose. But now, Kairi was stuck in a place where she truly did not fit in; wasting her precious hours patching up costumes and desperately trying her hardest not to end up on Veronica's shit-list.
Speaking of Miss-if-you're-not-here-on-time-Imma-send-you-six-feet-under, where was she? Kairi had a bad feeling, as anyone would when something was beyond the norm. Hell, Ryan was here and that guy never shows his face - so where was Miss Kishi? The 'ping' of another text brought Kairi's attention back to her phone.
VIOLA: that SOB needs to pay for this, you know that right?
Kairi immediately replied.
KAIRI: no
VIOLA: he still has his job, Kai
KAIRI: Vai im warning u, dont do anything stupid.
Viola never replied. Kairi’s fingers twitched anxiously and prayed her friend wouldn’t give in to impulsive actions - like Kairi had. Needing a distraction, she went back to repairing an unfortunate rip in a pair of dance pants.
How *thread* in *thread* the *thread* fuck, Kairi thought bitterly as she relentlessly thread the needle through the fabric that no longer covered the important bits of a man’s anatomy; cursing the only two male dancers she knew in this club.
In her peripheral vision, Kairi noticed Jamie - now in dry clothes - sit down beside her. It was odd, she managed to alienate herself from everyone, except Jamie. The little 15 year old never hesitated to keep Kairi company and talk nonstop about nothing - at least nothing to Kairi, it was always something to Jamie, this time it was shoes.
“I mean can you believe it? My shoes are completely ruined, not to mention I might even catch a cold,” Jamie pouted as Kairi silently carried on with her costume repairment, but always listening to the little girl’s rants. Truth be told, these were the highlights of Kairi’s days in the drama club. Where people might find her talkative behaviour a nuisance, Kairi had a soft spot for the adorable 15 year-old. These little moments with Jamie never failed to ease the ache of not being at home with her mom and sister. Kairi found an unexpected comfort in the similarities between Jamie and her younger sister.
he still has his job, Kai
A wave of nausea rushed through Kairi. She felt completely useless here.
“Anyways…” Jamie’s voice interrupted Kairi’s anxious thoughts, “how are you?”
It was at that moment, Amanda decided to enter the auditorium in the most glamorous way possible. She smacked right into Alexander which somehow resulted in a hailstorm of board games flying in multiple directions. Amanda really did bring the drama to drama club, Kairi thought, amused by the conundrum.
Enough people seemed to come to her aid, so Kairi again went back to threading the torn fabric of a dancer that would end up with a baseball bat in the face if she found another tear.
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Post by Riley R. Owen on Jun 25, 2018 20:39:44 GMT
"Sure!" Riley hands Chris the sketch book and looks over at Elizabeth with a soft smile.
"Hello, I'm doing fine just finished a sketch is all." She gets up and brushes off the dust from her skirt. "How about we join the others, I'm slightly interested in the gaming thing they are talking about." She always love gaming she uses to play all the time with her father when she was a little girl, even though the only games she play with him were board games.
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jun 25, 2018 21:10:57 GMT
Peyton chuckled as Emery rambled on about why she wasn’t going to join the new club. She understood though. Emery is just as a busy bee as she is.
"Other than that you two can come over tonight and we can play some board games to make up for it! It's time for another sleepover anyway. I've been bored the last few nights,” Emery said grinning from ear to ear.
Peyton gave a warm smile. “That’d be great hun. Uh, as long as we don’t watch one of those Disney movies,” she remarked.
She saw that Emery’s eyes weren’t focused on her, but her hand. Peyton looked down and noticed the bruise she had gotten the night prior. She covered it with her sleeve, fearing other people would notice and start asking questions about it.
Emery has been begging Peyton to go to the police for a few months now, but Peyton kept refusing. She feared that her mother would be able to convince the court that she was innocent. Or worse…she’d get arrested instead, if mother dearest was that desperate to get rid of her. She can’t go to her father either due to custody reasons. Peyton couldn’t afford to lose her life.
Come on, it’s just a few more months. She’s already 18. She just needs to finish high school, graduate, and gain enough money to move out.
Peyton jumped as Naya began to speak to her.
"Hey, since I'm already signed up for the board games club, maybe we could go together? If you'd like? I think it could be fun!" Naya gave her a friendly smile.
Naya was always nice to Peyton, which she always found surprising. Peyton never really talked to her. "Uh...yeah! Why not?"
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Post by Polaris Martini on Jun 25, 2018 21:18:23 GMT
With some difficulty, Polaris finally managed to get up. She began to enter the circle of students saying with difficulty since her height did not help much "Sorry, sorry ... I want to pass" The girl wanted to arrive to the student named Amanda, because if it was to join a group, she also wanted to participate trying to make some friends.
When she got there, Polaris smiled, fixing her sodden clothes "Can I also join the club?"
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Post by Emery Attiyah on Jun 25, 2018 21:40:02 GMT
"Pleeeeeeease can we watch Heathers first? And have a singalong?"
"“That’d be great hun. Uh, as long as we don’t watch one of those Disney movies,”
Emery laughed, "Of course there can be singalongs and no we won't want disney movies like last time!" She commented before it seemed that Peyton took notice of her staring at her new bruise. Which made her look back at her friends' faces, cause that was the cue to worry about something else for now. "We can also have pepperoni pizza, cheese pizza, and chips and sasla! We haven't had that combo in forever either," She suggested, already getting excited for their sleepover tonight. "Also we should totally do more Musical.ly posts tonight. The last ones we did, everyone loved so it'd be fun again," Emery said, suggesting another idea that she remembered having fun with. Her eyes shining with each new suggestion.
"Hopefully Al," She looked over to her brother, her voice raised, "Won't try to prank us again!" She said with a pouting glare, kicking his leg just a little bit. "Really don't want to have to make you fall into the pool again, dear brother," She smirked before turning back around. "I would suggest the mall before then but considering with how late Miss. Kishi is, I don't think we will have time," Emery stated, looking up at the clock with worry.
"I hope she is coming, time is moving fast.." She frowned, still finding it so odd how late Veronica was. It was getting point to where she wondered if the club was going to be cancelled for the day. She hoped not, but it was starting to appear that way.
Her eyes wandered away from the clock to look at everyone else in the room. They landed on Sygvard, her ex. Her eyes softened a little, remembering how they had broken up not too long ago because of his going overboard with his flirting and almost kissing someone. Well, he would've kissed them if it weren't for the fact she interrupted it and broke it off with him right then and there. Normally she think she would've been over it by now, but the fact that he had been her first was what made it stung to this day. A sigh left her before she looked back at her friends. "Maybe some chocolate ice cream too," She frowned.
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Post by Ryan Hepburn on Jun 25, 2018 21:52:06 GMT
Ryan turned his body to face Tristan, waving at the boy. " Hey no sweat, I signed you up too !" gottem.Yeah no way in hell was he joining this club on his own. If he has to suffer though it so does he. He laughed at Tristan's exasperated expression before turning back to the small crowd that had formed together. Hm..this was a little deeper than he had wanted to go. Usually he was found deep backstage, trying to steer clear of any haps or even the slight chance someone outside of the drama club would see him. Ryan swallowed dryly, eyes darting back and forth, trying to find someone to latch onto. He quickly moved towards the small gaggle of girls Emery had surrounded herself with. Panicking slightly as in one swift movement he leaned forward, arm wrapped around her waist. His chin resting on her shoulder as he leaned forward. Pushing himself into the conversation. " So what's this I hear about a sleepover hm? "
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Post by Thalia Turner on Jun 25, 2018 22:05:29 GMT
A Games club? How very… delectable, Thalia pondered, considering any benefit she would receive by joining such a venture of sociality. Likely not much; lingering at the bottom of the elitist social food chain as it was, perhaps a games club would make her sink even lower. Oh, the hilarious depravity. Thalia would likely try for a humorous venture. She drummed her slender fingers against her chin thoughtfully, before deciding to check the time.
Damn, it wasn’t like their gloriously prompt teacher to be so ridiculously late with no notice. Perhaps she was sick; or merely in a difficult state due to her divorce. Thalia rolled her shoulder in time that she rolled her eyes. Such drama in place for a drama club. It was all very exhausting…
About to turn-tail and escape the room without allowing herself to sink into a hole of incredible boredom, something scandalous caught her at her peripheral and her head snapped to the right. ‘Oh… good god. Sig… what the ever-loving fuck was he doing?’ Approaching her with a swagger in his step that could rival a Kardashian, was Sig… “Good… afternoon,” Thalia sighed, exasperated, willing herself to resist the urge to face-palm. He reached out to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear and she found her eyes widening with the sudden gentle contact by his hands. She’d usually scowl but it left her surprised, so she merely shook her head softly, her mouth relaxing into a small smirk. . “Something caught you interest Thalia?” He had muttered to her, that grin which reflected her own face breaking across his. “Games huh... We've always liked games, don't we darling?” What a peculiar statement. She cocked her head ever so slightly to the side as though considering it; her icy blue gaze narrowing as her eyebrows twitched.
“Oh, do shush, you overgrown child,” she relented, a more genuine smile breaking across her face, using her Blazer sleeve to slap against his arm. “What a show you’re putting on; trying to impress anyone in particular?” she whispered perceptively, her eyes glittering with the knowledge of her friend’s attempt at wooing Phillip. “Your games are more devious than mine, darling,” she grinned, shooting him a wink.
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jun 25, 2018 22:07:52 GMT
"Uh...yeah! Why not?" Was the reply from Peyton, making Naya grin from ear to ear.
"Awesome!" She replied, already envisioning bonding sessions over board games, pizza and musicals. Of course, she was probably getting ahead of herself, but either way this was a start. The sleepover tonight would only help to solidify that.
"We can also have pepperoni pizza, cheese pizza, and chips and salsa! We haven't had that combo in forever either," Naya practically had heart eyes at this suggestion. Pizza AND chips and salsa? Heaven!
"I'm so in!" she giggled, grinning even more at the suggestion of Musical.ly, "Oh for sure! We need to show the world our skills!" Ideas were already running through her head about songs and films and games. She loved sleepovers, and it had been way too long since she and Emery had had one, even though they practically lived round each other's houses. Now that they had Peyton joining them, even better!
As Emery kept talking, she noticed her eyes moving over to her ex, Sygvard. Naya scowled a little. She didn't like him for the pure fact he nearly cheated on Emery, and nobody messes with her best friend! But then again, she could understand why Em's eyes softened a little when she looked at him. They were both nursing broken hearts; it had been about a month since Naya's boyfriend of two years had broken up with her. We're just not compatible anymore, he'd said, we should just be friends. But Naya had seen how he'd looked at other girls. Other girls that were taller, slimmer, prettier... And how could she miss the fact that just ten days after their breakup, he was already with someone new, someone who looked nothing like her? She wished she could understand why she wasn't good enough for him, even after two years. She'd never been the insecure type, but... well, the breakup had brought out a side of her she wished she could suppress. Yes, she understood Emery's feelings alright, perhaps too well.
"Maybe some ice cream too," Emery said finally, and Naya nodded.
"I think we all need it," she replied, reaching over and grabbing Em's hand, giving it a little squeeze just so she knew Naya was there for her no matter what.
The moment was interrupted by Ryan wrapping his arm around Emery, "So what's this I hear about a sleepover hm?"
Naya looked up at him, raising her eyebrows a little, "You have crazy good hearing if you could hear our conversation all the way over there." Although she didn't dislike Ryan, secretly, she hoped that Emery would say the sleepover was girls only, but that was up to her.
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