Intro To Theatre Class !

[xiggy]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

This morning was going to be a good day. Xigbar knew that from the time he rolled out of bed. He pulled the tie out of his long hair, and toddled off into the shower. He used his wife's shampoo on accident and now he smelled like a woman, but he could deal with it, it was a rather pleasant smell. He moved out of the shower, shook himself dry and looked at himself in the mirror, making an crooked grin at himself, and he made a dorky hand gesture at the mirror that relayed the fact he was pleased with his looks. He moved to his closet, and began rifling through it, trying to find something he could present himself to his new students in. He settled on some form of dark pants and a dark shirt and a coat over it. He had on too much clothing for his liking, but the Headmaster got onto him about removing his clothes a lot of the time, so he guessed he would try to behave today.

He moved out of his house, banana in hand and he moved towards his car. As he drove to school, he hummed to himself and he rolled up and into his parking space. He parked a bit crookedly, and didn't bother to fix it. He pushed the doors of the building, and he could see students moving about already. Go figure he was a bit late to his own class. He passed through the theatre and he walked out a back exit into the hall where his classes would meet.

As he reached his door, he began to peel his banana and pulled off his jacket. He tossed it on the desk as he walked in and he put his butt on the front of his desk, facing the students. "Good morning. I am Professor Poots, Xigbar, Sir, Captain Poots, or anything else you wish to call me; but you will call me that with the utmost respect, or we will not get along very well. Good? Good. Now, I would ask for your names, but until you prove to me you can act and are not just hear for an easy A, I don't care who you are. Any questions?" He asked, banana never leaving his mouth.

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

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[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

Sora Hiroaki;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] After being late to his first class that morning Sora made sure that he was on time to the rest of his classes for the day, arriving at the theatre 8 minutes before the class was supposed to start. He’d been able to run back to his room after his first class and take a quick shower as well as comb through his hair, fixing it into his usual spiky mess. The particular classroom that his Intro to Theatre class was to be held in had a lot of empty space, in the far corner of the room were various odd objects—perhaps used for props during improv? He plopped down on one of the empty seats, dropping his blue bookbag at his feet, and glanced around the room, it was still fairly early and not many people were there yet which meant that he’d have to wait a little while longer in the silence until someone came along to made things more interesting. Sora thrived on attention and interaction, he hated not having any one to talk to, it was awful! When the professor entered the room he bit his lip to keep himself from laughing at the man’s last name, his immaturity rearing it’s ugly head. He’d gotten in trouble in the past for his childish ways and had even made an enemy of his new Professor’s son, Xaver. Truth be told, he was a little surprised to hear the name Poots—he hadn’t even known that Xaver’s dad was a Professor, let alone his professor. Hopefully the man wasn’t the type who would fail someone because they teased his son, it was all good naturedly of course, Sora would never do anything to purposefully hurt someone. His hand shot up almost immediately after Xigbar asked if there were any questions, not even giving the man enough time to call on him, the brunet asked, “Can I call you Sir Poots-a-Lot?

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Tagged: Xigbar, Kaito, Hiro & the rest of the class
Wordcount: idk xD
Notes: :3
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[Kaito Ichigo Matsumoto]

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[atrb=style, padding: 0px 25px] Kaito awoke to the sound of the alarm, opening his eyes to stair up at the ceiling for a few minutes. He was spread out on his side of the bed, one arm over his head and the other out to the side. Despite the size of the bed they shared, his brother took up the majority of it. Until he sat up he had a wrist against his throat and before he could move to climb outta bed he had to push his brothers' leg off of his own. Turning off the alarm, he shook his twin brother a few times and then headed down the stairs to the floor. "Get up, Kota-nii. We have class." He wondered into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth. He dried his hair with his towel before heading back into the room and pulling on his clothes. Loose orange pants, a black tank-top, and a light tan, sleeveless hoodie. Sitting in his desk chair, he pulled on his socks and shoes. Then he grabbed his bag, checking to make sure that everything was inside. He added his laptop to the bag before pulling the strap over his head. Getting ready hadn't taken him all that long but by the time he was finished up his brother would have been too. He left their dorm room, twin brother at his side, and headed off to the Theatre. The walk was mostly a quiet one, with comments here and there. His brother was grumpy, not at all a morning person. He sat down one of the desks when they arrived at the classroom. He pulled out his IPod, the volume on low in case his brother said something, and listened to his music while he waited for the teacher to come in and the class to start. Then the teacher walked in and leaned against the front desk. He didn't formulate any real opinion of the man until he introduced himself to the class. After hearing his teacher's name, he covered his mouth with his hand to mask the chuckle that rose in his throat. 'Poots? What kind of a name is that?'He held back the laughter as well as he could. 'And what's with the banana? Is this guy for real?' He had a feeling his brother was thinking much the same thing.

TAGS :: Xigbar, Sora, Kota-nii. WORDS :: 400 NOTES :: . . . LYRICS :: DOPPELGANGER :: DIE KRUPPS CREDITS :: ARZADON of OTE, TVB, & FD.

[hiro]

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[/b], Hiro shouted as he ran after the girl, her beautiful and silky smooth hair going backwards as the wind passed by, her strides gentle yet quick, attempting to gain distance from Hiro, but to no avail. Hiro caught up to her moments after, grabbing her hand gently and pulling her towards him. "You look... So beautiful...", he said to her as he leaned closer to her face, which was obscured by her beautiful hair. But even so, he would attempt to kiss her, his heart racing and seemingly attempting to crawl out of his mouth. When they were less then an inch away, he heard her say something, "Get up, Kota-nii. We have class."[/color], only then to be awoken from his slumber.[/i]

As his brother shook him, the dream faded away swiftly, being replaced with the vision of the door leading to their room. When he heard his brother's voice, he crawled to the end of the bed, eyes now demonic as he look at his brother with the most evil expression he had ever made with his face, "How dare you wake me up...", his eyes followed his brother to the bathroom.
The now awoken and grumpy Hiro crawled down the stairs of their bed, only getting up when he reached the floor. As his brother took a quick shower and brushed his teeth, Hiro took his clothes from his dresser and placed them on the chair at the desk. When his brother exited the bathroom, the evil demon king glare persisted as he wobbled his way into the bathroom, emitting an aura of pure aggravation.

With his shower taken and his teeth brushed, the grumpy Hiro was slightly less grumpy, his glare now being replaced with a mere annoyed expression as he dried his hair, making his way back to the room and to his desk. His brother was already dressed and was probably gonna arrange his bag now and by the time he was done, Hiro had his clothes already on, his casual garments composed of his loose orange pants, blue tank top over a black one and black shoes. He placed his headset on his neck and his Ipod on his pocket, just before grabbing his bag and placing the strap on his shoulder, going across his torso. By the time his brother was done, so was he.

The two left their room and walked through the halls in their usual manner. Shoulder to shoulder, their strides were perfectly synced, as if they were just one person. Kaito made a few comments on the way, to which Hiro replied, even though it was more in a form of a grumble then anything else, though the walk to the classroom woke him up, his expression now calm as usual. The two sat down on their desks, side by side as usual, and so as to not get bored as they waited for their teacher, why not listen to some music? Hiro placed his headset on his head and turned on his Ipod, leaving the volume low just in case his brother said something to him.

What happened next, Hiro could not help but let a laugh crawl to his throat, resisting as much as he could to not let it out and taking his headset off of his head. When the man introduced himself, it was like fireworks exploding inside of him. Hiro couldn't think of a more perfect joke of a name as Poots, he really couldn't. Then some kid asked if he could call him "Sir Poots-a-lot"? And to make matters worse, what the hell was up with the banana?... He must really like having a banana in his mouth, because the thing didn't even budge from there, not even as he talked.

Up until now, Hiro had been restraining himself from looking at his brother, so sure that if he started laughing, his brother would too and then they probably couldn't stop. Hiro grabbed hold to his desk, nails carving a path on the wooden part as he fought the urge to laugh and look at his brother.
But he couldn't resist no longer and he turned to the side where his brother was, tears almost flowing down his eyes and with a strange yet funny expression as he battled the laughter down. "Is this guy for real?", he asked his brother, the laughter trying to get out with every word he spoke.

And then it all came crumbling down, the laughter finally escaping his mouth as he looked at his brother. He just couldn't help it, it was all too much for him, too much! He grabbed his sides as they hurt like hell from the laughter.

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TAGS :: Xiggy, Sora and Ichi-kun. WORDS :: A few <.<

NOTES :: ...
LYRICS :: DOPPELGANGER :: DIE KRUPPS

CREDITS :: ARZADON of OTE, TVB, & FD.

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[xiggy]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

He watched the group start to react to him. He wasn't sure how this year would go. Generally, it was always obvious if he'd have a good group or a bad one. This one he hadn't gotten a feel for yet. Some seemed a bit weirded our by the fact he had food with him. Or was it the fact the food was a banana? Maybe they didn't care for fruit. He was really indifferent to the fact they might not care for him. If they wanted anything to do with the theatre department here, they would get used to him and that was that.

He laughed uproariously as one boy reached out to actually speak. He liked this kid already. "Yes, yes you can." He said with a smirk on his face. One thing he always had was a sense of humor. He enjoyed a good laugh, even at the expensive of himself, or other people. If one couldn't laugh at themselves then they shouldn't laugh at anything. He hoisted himself up on the desk fully, and he let his legs drum against it. He reclined a bit, and she started another rant like speech.

"Alright kiddies, I don't take no for an answer, don't care who you are, but for now we are going to do a bit of improvisation, yes? Spiky haired boy, front and center...and one of my twins in the back. I don't care which one of you, I will honestly probably never learn which one of you is which anyhow, so let's go." He said with a smile. He thumped a thumb against his chin, trying to think of a situation. "You; Spikes are an angry wife who just caught her husband; Twin, in a bed with another woman." He said with a smile. He reclined himself on his hands, with a grin. "Let's hear it, entertain me."

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

this post is for students!. it happens to be 621 words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by credit. the lyrics are from till i forget about you by big time rush. now all i have to say is XD

[adiona]

She had kept her hair down and free today not tied back in pigtails atop her head like she usually did for classes. I guess today Adiona just felt that little different. She had woken up in a particularly good mood even though she had not seen Hao yet today, but everytime she had her theatre class it put her in a good mood. Her light brown eyes scanned over her class mates and then to the professor taking the class, he had already told one member of the class to improv. Oh how Adiona loved to improv, it made her feel so free and alive to just act out a scenario on a whim. Adiona giggled quietly under her breath as the professor who had given a few choices to call him, ordered somone he nicknamed spikes to act out a scenario he probably had just made up in his mind.

Placing her elbows onto her knees and then her chin into her hands she watched the young boy intently waiting for his next move. Situations like this were perfect for getting to know your classmates, you could get an insight into their character by their body language and voice. Adiona could hardly contain her excitement she just loved acting and even singing. Oh gosh how she hoped they would put on a performance later in the school year, that would just be perfect she could show off how much she had learnt to her parents and to Hao....if he could handle the social interaction between those watching and possibly her classmates.

[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

Sora Hiroaki;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] A victorious grin tugged at his lips after Professor Poots had given him the affirmative on his choice of nickname for the older man. Truth be told, he would’ve called the man Sir Poots-a-lot whether he’d gotten permission to or not—but he was glad that the salt-and-pepper haired man had a sense of humor, something his son severely lacked. He could tell that he was definitely going to enjoy this class—even if it was a last minute sign-up because he needed another elective to get out of the way. Sora wasn’t really much of an actor and despite the fact that he had already decided that he liked Sir Poots-A-Lot that didn’t make up for the fact that he’d never been in a class or done anything quite like this before—his mind was primarily focused on soccer and various other sports that he and the other islanders would play. He’d never been into the Arts and it surprised even him that he’d sign-up for Theatre class last minute on impulse. The brunet bit his lip, tilting his head to the side when Sir Poots-A-Lot called him up front and center along with…one of those orange-headed twins. Hesitantly he rose from his seat and almost mechanically ambled towards the center of the semi-circle that he and his classmates had subconsciously formed around their professor. He stood, waiting for his partner to make it up front to join him before he let his eyelids slide over his bright eyes momentarily; he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He hadn’t noticed before but…his hands, they were shaking and it wasn’t from being nervous at having to stand in front of the class. It was more towards the irony that the scene chosen for him to be a part of was something that had plagued his early childhood, haunting the nightmares of not only himself, but his mother as well. He re-opened his eyes, swallowing the pooling of saliva that had gathered in his mouth during the silence, turning his body, positioning himself so that he was fully facing Kaito with his body side-ways to the rest of the class. It wouldn’t be hard jumping into the mindset of this character—he’d been around his mother near constantly during those rough days, had been there to comfort her through her anguished pain…so of course he’d know exactly how a loving mother and wife would react, being tossed into a heartbreaking situation such as this. Sora shook his head, blinking back the anger that he suddenly felt for his father and his broken family and his screwed up childhood. This exercise wasn’t meant to be serious—judging from Sir Poots-A-Lot’s amused expression—Sora needed to remember that… “What is this? I come home from work and I find another woman’s lingerie draped over the doorknob? And then here you are in bed….our bed with that…that…dirty little skank?!

[/color]” He pointed at Hiro when he said the word 'skank',”How could you! I gave you the best years of my life, I gave you a beautiful daughter, I waxed you back when you asked me to, and I popped your pimples and this is how you repay me?! You bastard![/color]” Sora’s arms flailed around emphatically as he growled out his words in a decidedly higher pitched voice than what he usually spoke in.
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Tagged: the classs
Wordcount: 554
Notes: It's dumb x.x
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[Kaito Ichigo Matsumoto]

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[atrb=style, padding: 0px 25px] When his brother started laughing, he started laughing. Of course, unlike his twin brother (being the more mature one and all) he quieted himself down before it went too far. Letting out a cough helped with that, though he wasn't all too sure why. A deep breath also helped to alleviate the laughter that wished to rise right back to the surface and burst forth. It was hard to keep himself in check. Especially after the teacher had okay-ed the nickname one of their classmates had given him. 'Sir Poots-a-Lot? Man, this guy has a good sense of humor to agree to that.' Despite wanting to just laugh, he put on a straight face and took another calming, deep breath when the teacher, Sir Poots-a-Lot, began to speak to the class. Even once the order was given, neither of the twins even attempted to move to the front. And any lingering giggles or chuckles or whatever-you-want-to-call-'ems vanished when they heard what the improvisation was, exactly. The twins shared a look and Kaito rose to his feet. He dropped his messenger bag onto the chair before moving to the front of the room to stand in front of 'Spikes'. He never would have guessed this would be how the class opened up. You might be wondering why he stood up and took the part without a word to his older brother, Hiro. Well, it's simple really. Despite the way the two of them acted from time to time (and I will stress the word 'act' there because it is, indeed, an act - mostly) Hiro was very adamant about not wanting other people to think that he was homosexual. Why it bothered him so much, Kaito didn't quite understand. Of course, he got that his brother didn't want the girls to think he was gay. He just didn't understand why it really mattered, in the end. He wouldn't have been labeled 'homo', he would have been labeled 'bi'. It was quite obvious, after all, that he was into girls. But whatever, that's a topic for another time. The point is, Kaito knew that his brother would absolutely not like playing such a roll with another guy. So he did it himself, instead. Kaito turned to face Sora fully about the same time the brunet turned to face him. And then it started. A pretty compelling act, too. The boy pointing at Hiro for the 'mistress' roll almost broke the stoic and uncaring sort of look he had plastered on. In his head though, he still laughed at it. 'Hiro. The other woman. Nice touch there.' The nonexistent script went on. And it got better as it did so. Not funnier, perhaps, but better still. The brunet truly sounded like and angry woman that had caught her husband cheating on her (or so he guessed because he had never seen an angry woman who had caught her husband cheating on her). 'Waxed me and popped my pimples..? You've got to be kidding. What the...' All too soon, it was his turn to put on a show. The part really was better suited for his brother rather than himself but he couldn't switch places now and he didn't want to NOT play his part. That would have (most assuredly) slapped him to the teachers 'flunky' list. Or something similar to that effect anyways. So he took a deep breath, and decided on sounding somewhat frustrated but also guilty and pleading (his brother was sure to pick at him for this later). "How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? Tell me what I can do to make it up to you!" He was trying hard to sell this, though he wasn't sure how it really sounded. "I know there's no excuse for what I've done and it's selfish of me to think you can forgive me but-" Dropping to his knees he forced some tears to his eyes and looked up at 'Spikes', grabbing hold of one of the brunet's hands with both of his own. "I truly am sorry and I swear it'll never happen again! So please! Please! All I ask for is another chance. Just one. I swear I'll make you happier than you've ever been. I'll do anything. Absolutely anything!" Kaito's head tilted down until he was looking at the floor. One of his hands dropped and he wiped at his eyes. His other hand was still clutching at Sora's. All-in-all, he hoped it looked as pleading and sorry and depressed and guilty and sincere as he had intended for it to be.

TAGS :: (Theatre Class) Xigbar, Sora, Kota-nii, Adiona. WORDS :: 800 GIA :: <_< KAITO :: I am not a homosexual dammit... I swear. LYRICS :: DOPPELGANGER :: DIE KRUPPS CREDITS :: ARZADON of OTE, TVB, & FD.

[Shouta Kurosawa]

Minato smiled to himself. Now this class he could be late for. It was in an entirely different place that he would definitely have a heck of a time trying to find. Unlike his previous classes, he actually really wanted to do theatre. He loved acting, it came with being a trickster, and was always fun and amusing. All of his psychology and sociology classes were somewhat of a necessity for him.

As predicted, he couldn't find his way to the theatre right away. He was a horrible directional and that severely decreased his map skills. He was starting to get frustrated. He wanted to be late, but not miss the entertaining parts of the class!

After only a few short minutes and focused determination, Minato finally found the theatre. He entered he building and looked around for the classes. He made his way down the corridor, and started to look for his classroom. Or whatever room he was supposed to be in for a theatre class.

Suddenly, a high, shrill voice caught his attention. He assumed it was someone acting, a girl maybe. No boy he knew could get his voice so high, or maybe they can. You never know what to expect out of people these days. Whoever it was, he'd find out soon enough.

As he arrived at the room that had noises coming from it, he glanced into the room.

"Holy crap, it's the wimp!" he exclaimed softly, using the nickname he gave to the terrified kid in his psychology class. Who knew he did theatre too? And apparently, who knew his voice could be so high? He looked angry, and at some orange haired boy.

As Minato observed the scene, he realized the orange haired boy was apologizing dramatically, something about doing something that had no excuse. Orange Hair had a guilty tone in his voice. What could he have done? Then he went on to saying things about making the wimp "happy" and that "it would never happen again."

It was then that everything clicked in Minato's mind. They were obviously doing some sort of scene! The shrill voice was probably Wimp's impression of a female (a good one at that), who must have caught her husband (Orange Hair) doing something bad. And Minato had a pretty good idea of what that may have been.

He decided to actually enter the room now. As he walked past Wimp and Orange Hair, he said,

"I would have never guessed you swung that way, Wimp. Thought you liked girls, although I can be wrong sometimes, I guess." He then proceeded to sit at one of he desks. As he did, he noticed here was another Orange Hair. His gaze went back to the one with Wimp, then back to the one sitting. There were apparently two of them, twins likely. Minato shrugged, and awaited everyone's reaction to his entrance.

[hiro]

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[atrb=style, padding: 0px 25px] It was all too much, just too much… The dude even agreed to be called, “Sir Poots-a-lot”! It couldn’t get any funnier then this… His brother joined in on the laughter, though as usual, and being the voice of reason and maturity, he quickly regained his composure, though Hiro could not, being the most immature and childish one. He just found that so freaking funny, grabbing his sides that hurt like hell as he let the laughter escape his mouth. Eventually though, the boy regained his composure, cleaning the tears from his eyes with his index finger and leaning back on the chair; now bored of the whole thing as usual. “Sir Poots-a-lot” then ordered the idiot that had given him the nickname and one of the twins to go to the stage for some improvisation… Needless to say that he was less then pleased when he said “my twins”, huffing slightly and rolling his eyes, not budging an inch. After they were informed what the roles were, both of them shared a gaze, Hiro knowing that his brother would bite the bullet this time. It’s not like Hiro was prejudice about this stuff, but he just wanted to avoid being tagged as gay by the girls, specially while standing in a class with a few girls that were more than pleasing to the eyes. Though if the two were really going to start the Host Club and do that “forbidden brotherly love”, Hiro had to start enduring it and make the girls think he was bi or something. They were turned on by that sort of thing right? If they would buy it, he would sure as hell sell it. Hiro was snapped back to reality and away from his thoughts when Sora had the bright and funny idea of shoving him into the improvisation, making him take the roll of the mistress and pointing at him when he said “skank”. Hiro gave a deadly glare to the idiot and if he was outside of class and actually said that to him, he would’ve either snapped at him or thrown something at his head, but seeing that he was already close enough to a suspension, he figured it would be best to stay out of trouble, so he just ignored him. He'd get him back eventually, maybe a little prank to show him who're boss? What he didn’t ignore was the look he got from his brother, which made him glare at him and think to himself, ”Screw you Ichi…”, knowing exactly what his brother was thinking. It was obvious that he found that amusing, he knew his brother all too well to assume he wasn’t enjoying that. He continued to glare at Ichi slightly through out the first lines of Spikey, though when the dude started exaggerating and adding “popping pimples and waxed him”, Hiro’s eyes went back to the guy and he cocked his eyebrows as he thought, ”What the?...”, he then looked back at his brother, pondering if the guy was playing around and really acting, because if he was really acting… He was an idiot… Well, more than Hiro thought… His brother played along, selling his role quite well, as was expected. Out of the two, Ichi was the one that was the best for acting in these situations; he actually had the patience to pull off those acts. As far as Hiro was concerned, the only reason why he didn’t do well in those kind of improves was because he got bored with them easily, putting almost no effort into them, seeing that they were just trivial things that didn’t matter for a play. Though when it did matter, Hiro would put everything on it, thus any role would be played well; IF it was a play or something along those lines. When Ichi took the dude’s hand, Hiro chuckled, wanting to shout out “GAY!” and laugh his butt off, but that would probably ruin the whole thing or make the teacher snap at him, so he chose to follow the high road and just chuckled a bit, amused of the whole thing. Out of nowhere, some dude made his way to class, passing by the acting two and cracking a few jokes before taking a seat. Hiro cocked an eyebrow, saying to himself loud enough for the people at the back, where he was, to hear, but not loud enough for the guy and the people out at front to hear what he said, ”Tch… What an attention whore… Arrives late as hell and has the nerve to start cracking jokes at the ones working… Hope the teacher does something about this…”, he rolled his eyes and reached for his pocket, taking a piece of chewing gum and placing it in his mouth. He was starting to get bored of this. He leaned on his desk and rested his cheek on his fist, his eyes still locked onto the stage.

TAGS :: Theater Class WORDS :: A few GAMB :: … >> HIRO :: I totally knew both of them swinged that way xD LYRICS :: DOPPELGANGER :: DIE KRUPPS CREDITS :: ARZADON of OTE, TVB, & FD.

[Athrun Alexander Anderson]

Athrun Woke up and looked at the clock, rushing into the shower as he realized he was going to cut it close. He Hurried up, but found his clothes were missing. Which meant his alarm failing to sound was no accident. "So he's back" he said with a grin, grabbing a spare outfit hidden between the mattress's of the bed. He then rummaged through his closet and got his spare set of red sunglasses and spare hat and threw them on. "I wonder how fun he will make it this time". he muttered as he walked out the door. His cousin knew that he needed this outfit to go out in the sun and all, and he knew why his cousin had done it, so predictable.

He made his way to the theater where his first class was supposed to be, and heard voices, and as he tried to open the door. "Xigbar, you have three seconds to open this door" he said, his voice calm,, but raised so he'd be heard through the door. Three seconds past by, and nothing happened. "Alright then" he just said in general as he put his hands in the red dusters pockets. He brought his right leg up and in one go kicked the door open. He looked over and saw a brunette and a boy with orange hair were in the middle of a performance. He looked back to his cousin with a grin as he said "Long time no see cousin", starting towards the man at the desk.

"Hehe, Athrun, it has been a long time hasn't it" he said nervously, getting his feet off the desk and sitting up in the chair. "You know, your looking well and as menacing as ever" he added, starting to back the wheeled chair up.

"Is that so, must be because I found my spare clothes and all after you hid mine". He replied, still grinning. Xigbar continued his nervous laughter as Athrun got closer. "You know cousin, that part as Alucard really suited you, I.. I thought you should get back to acting you know? why bother teaching some kids who may have no talent. he he" he started, backing the chair up against the wall before Athrun grabbed him by the collar of the shirt. "Time to leave" Athrun said, dragging a protesting Xigbar from the room. He came back once his cousin told him what the two boys were doing and was sure he would not try this again.

He walked back in and over to the chair, grabbing it and slinging it across the floor back behind the desk. "I apologize for the interruption and all. I'm your real teacher, professor Anderson, sir Anderson, comrade Anderson or the like. You may call me , Mr. Anderson, and if so inclined reference any characters I've portrayed. You will do it with the utmost respect regardless of what you decide to call me. As for your names, I know them all, but I won't use them till you prove to me you have some shred of talent and that you deserve to be called by it. And you'll have to excuse the appearance, but I have a sensitivity to light, and don't get and funny ideas, especially you twins".

He walked over and sat in his chair as he added "Also know you'll do as I say, and that I don't care who you are, who your parent's, how much money you have or are the son of any religious figure, I will drag you onto the stage if you try and refuse, and you will perform anyway". He then put his feet up on the desk as well as he said "my cousin was kind enough to inform me what was going on, so continue your scene twin and spikes"

(Occ: its towards the end, but the guy who comes throughthe wall and all, thats what the new teacher sounds like, cause i cant describe it in words >> lol
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yE7FCD_KIh4&feature=related)

[ GIA Edit: Click Here~ to go straight to the voice Anthony is using for Athrun. XP ]

[chilirox1]

There were several things that played into the fact that she would have an odd day. First, she folded some origami. This wasn't anything strange, and was very much normal for her. Except, when she started, she had lots of time to kill. When she put down her last crane, she was about ten minutes late for class. That's the second thing, she would be late. Not anything uncommon either, but it would definitely lead to a strange day, whether it be what she happens to walk into as she gets to class or how the teacher reacts. The third thing wasn't to come until a bit later.

After she'd noticed the time, Texia's eyes grew wide and she hurried out of her dorm room. Luckily she was already ready for classes before she started folding her cranes, so all she had to do was grab her bag and head out the door. A problem occurred, however, when she got out of the Van Ess Building. She was a first year, and she had no idea where the theatre was. Technically, she wasn't a big actress, and honestly, the class had been a bit of a last minute thought. But there was abut of reasoning behind her choice.

Her brother, Minato, was big on acting. And if she knew well enough, as she assumed she did, he would take this class too. Knowing that, she figured she'd want at least one class with him. It would just be plain odd if the two never met up on campus. There was almost no chance of them meeting by themselves, as Minato somehow purposely tried to not see her. Which Texia didn't really mind at times. He'd only play some annoying trick on her or make fun of her looks. However, in class, he'd surely not do something like that, so she signed up for the Introduction to Theatre and that was that.

A metaphorical light bulb went on in Texia's head as she stopped her thought process. She had a school map! Looking through her bag, she produced the folded up paper that was labelled "Kingdom University" on it. Opening it up, Texia located the theatre on it, then the Van Ess Building. Figuring out her route, she started to run. After a few minutes, she was panting, yet she stood before the theatre nonetheless. A triumphant smile on her face, she folded the map up, stuffed it back in her bag, and entered the building. She looked around a bit, but wasn't sure where her classroom exactly was.

Now, this was when the third thing happened. The hallways were generally empty. Obviously because most people here were in class. But, she heard noises, very loud ones, and soon, a large man with silver hair was coming, or rather being dragged, out of a room. He walked past her, rather annoyed and angry looking, and completely ignored her. She was a bit uncertain, but she assumed that he came out of the classroom she was supposed to be in. Going to the door, she opened it and stepped inside. Looking around, she saw two boys, one with orange hair, and another with spiky hair. Squinting her eyes, she thought she recognized him.

"Oh! You're Sora Hiroaki, right?" she exclaimed, pointing at him. Her eyes suddenly noticed the tall, almost creepy, looking man.

"Um, you wouldn't happen to be the professor would you? If you are, well, Uh, sorry for being late! But I got caught up in folding my origami and completely lost track of time. Also, I'm a first year and I didn't even know where the theatre was. But then I remembered my school map was in my bag so I found this place pretty quick. When I entered, though, I then couldn't find the classroom! But a large man with silver hair came out of here so I just kind of assumed this was the right one. It is Introduction to Theatre right?" she asked. Looking at the students, she noticed her brother sitting there, and she knew she was in the right room. Her face lighting up she walked towards him, and exclaimed,

"Hi Minato!" She sat down at the desk next to his, and then, remembering she was in a classroom, looked back at the teacher. She had completely forgotten to listen to whatever he had to say to her!

[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

Sora Hiroaki;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] Sora bit his trembling lip, attempting to become teary-eyed to make the performance a little more realistic, think dead puppies, dead puppies, dead…pu— his eyes stung and welled with tears at the thoughts racing through his head. No! Now I can’t stop thinking about dead puppies!, definitely not something he particularly wanted to think about…he loved puppies and in no way, shape, or form would have wanted to see harm come to them…or really, any animal. Sora loved animals [but didn’t love them in the sense that he’d have se—you know what? I’m getting off track here…]. He was a little surprised by Kaito’s sudden burst of energy, and nearly stumbled back when the other boy clasped his hands around Sora’s, getting down on his knees in front of the brunette. The islander stared long and hard at the ginger-haired boy before him before speaking again, his voice cracking, “How can I ever trust you? We had something. Something special, and you went and desecrated our love for each other—or did you even love me to begin with? It feels like everything we had, every memory, every moment together…was a lie.

[/color]” He pulled his hand away from the other boy and took a step back, holding his hand over his heart and refusing to look Kaito directly in the eye, “You hurt me…and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you for what you’ve done…[/color]”

Sora shot Minato a dark look, annoyed by the ‘nickname’ the blond had taken the liberty of assigning him after their meeting in Psychology class. He refused to acknowledge the comment made towards his sexuality—was that kid stupid or something? Couldn’t he see that this was theatre class and thusly they were required to act? Seriously, how daft did you have to be…

Their improve session was interrupted, however, when the door to the classroom flew open and in marched a very…scary looking man! He shuffled right up to Sir Poots-A-Lot Professor Poots and dragged their teacher by his collar right out of the class! Needless to say Sora was incredibly confused and a little frightened by this new man, what if he was some deranged psychopath on a killing spree?

“ I'm your real teacher, professor Anderson…”

Sora tuned him out after that. So he was their real professor…then what made Professor Poots? Was he some imposter? OH! Was he some governmental spy sent to sit in on their class to see if there was anyone worth recruiting? Or maybe he was an assassin sent from a foreign country to—wait, who was he here to kill? He was so caught up in his delusional world that he never even heard the rest of professor Anderson’s speech, he was too busy freaking out over the fact that he was a possible target for Assassin Poots [“Teehee, his name is Poots!”]
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Tagged: the classs
Wordcount: 483
Notes: He's got such an imagination =D!
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[Kaito Ichigo Matsumoto]

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[atrb=style, padding: 0px 25px] It would be perfectly safe to assume Kaito was a little surprised to see the boy tear up. Sure, they were acting and all, but he hadn't really expected the kid to go that far with it. Not that he could say much, he was going pretty over the top with his part as well. Guess that meant they were both equally into acting. He knew that he loved to act, at least, otherwise he'd: A. Wouldn't be in this class or B. Have given a halfhearted reply that wasn't convincing in the least. The guy who was playing his 'wife' must love acting as well. Otherwise he wouldn't be putting so much effort into it. Especially since he had to play the part of a woman who's just caught her 'husband' cheating on her. But why had the teacher picked the two of them to play the parts? Why not pick a girl to play the 'wife'? He inwardly sighed. There was no helping it and they had already started anyway. The dialog he received was pretty much expected, though the way the brunets voice cracked as he spoke was a bit surprising. He had to come up with a good comeback to the argument though. You'd expect a guy to think of comebacks for situations like this easily but, for him, it wasn't easy at all. Actually, he would have found it easier to come up with dialog if he'd been cast as the one who found his partner cheating. After all, he didn't think the cheating husband should get another chance. Kaito made his own eyes tear up as he looked back up at his 'wife' and began to speak, "I-" Before he could begin his next few lines, he was interrupted by a comment from a blonde boy, which he thought was rather rude and uncalled for. Not only was he calling the guy a wimp but he was commenting upon his sexuality as well. He didn't care too much about the wimp part, as he didn't know anything about the guy he was acting with. It was the other part that he took notice of. The two of them were acting out their parts, pure and simple, so there was no reason to go and say the brunet liked guys. It wasn't only that that interrupted the improve, though. Only seconds after the blonde made his comment, the door was kicked open. This drew the auburn-headed boys attention in that direction, only to see a man clad in red begin to approach their teacher. Well, okay, so the red-clad man was their real teacher and was approaching their imposter-teacher. And then proceeded to take the imposter-teacher from the room before coming back in himself. That sure did change things, as far as the class was concerned. He figured that the new teacher would have himself and the brunet take there seats and then proceed with the class how he wanted it to be done. No such luck though, not that he minded too much anyway. There would be more embarrassing roles and such somewhere down the road, he was sure. Shaking his head lightly, the boy cleared his throat. He'd continue with the show. Kneeling back down, as he had stood up when the door was kicked open, he made his eyes tear back up again since they had dried. Looking back up at the brunet with the tears in his eyes, he gave the boy his best puppy-dog sort of pout. "I didn't expect you to forgive me right away. And I don't know how I can regain your trust. But..." Allowing himself to trail off, he was quiet for a moment. The he pushed himself to his feet and grabbed at the boys hand again, this time to clutch it in his left hand. His right hand moved to the boys cheek and, with his thumb on the boys chin, he tilted the brunet's head so that they were looking at one another (well, their faces were facing each other at least, that didn't mean their eyes were locked). Kaito leaned in, stopping with his face only centimeters from Sora's. He forced some fresh tears to his eyes and when he spoke again, his voice was soft (it also cracked a little bit), "But I love you and I swear I always have. Always will. I'll never do something stupid like this again. The way I feel about you has never been a lie..." Trailing off again, this time it was meant to allow whatever comeback was threw at him. Maybe he wouldn't get kicked or anything...

TAGS :: (Theatre Class) Xigbar Athrun, Sora, Kota-nii, Adiona, Minato, Texia. WORDS :: 800 GIA :: Oh, wow... <.< KAITO :: I'm only acting... I swear. LYRICS :: DOPPELGANGER :: DIE KRUPPS CREDITS :: ARZADON of OTE, TVB, & FD.

[GIA]

Tags: Theatre Class
Word Count: 300
Notes: HIRO is currently GIA's NPC >_>

Hiro was still a bit annoyed at the blonde who had made a snide comment towards the brunet up on the stage. He wouldn't do anything, though, since he was in class and it wasn't really his place to say anything. Instead, he kept quiet.

As the door was kicked open he turned in that direction, eyes a bit wide until the man told the class that he was their real teacher. Honestly, the man was a bit intimidating and he knew that his brother felt the same way. Nonetheless, after their 'real' teacher was sitting in his chair, Kaito continued with his portrayal of the cheating husband.

To say that the auburn-headed teen was jealous was pretty accurate. Up until now, it had been only him and his brother. Acting out scenes similar to what was happening now was something they had done once or twice before but never with someone who wasn't a part of their 'world'.

It didn't help that his brother, who was obviously not the Seme type, was playing that part in the improve. Then again, Kaito was more of a Seme type than the boy who was playing the wife character. So it wasn't as out there as he had first thought it was.

As the act dragged on, he found himself annoyed, and somewhat bored, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a laser pointer. His plan? To bother his brother my pointing the red beam at his face. So that's what he did. He turned the laser on and shined it at his twin brother, traveling along his arm before moving up his neck and to the side of his face. Eventually, the red dot was at the other auburn-headed boys temple.

Class Note: Currently, only Sora and Kaito are allowed to post. Once they have both posted again, the rest of you can make your posts.