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Glow wasn't in the play because she wanted to, but because she was forced into community service after her YouTube TV series, Troubles My Middle Name went a little too far in an incident only labeled the Vending Machine incident in a police report. Truthfully this wasn't Glow's only criminal offense and it was only guessed by many that she had some sort of higher up parent that got her out of trouble on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. Glow was looking over the different parts in the play, so far her luck had failed and there were no options to stand still and play a tree. Probably because this was a murder mystery and had nothing to do with the outdoors.
Outside was the dead of winter, but Glow still wore her black short shorts, a white fur coat that she clearly stole or swindled from someone and had her hair up in two tall long pigtails, thin at the base and long and waterfall like floating down. She adjusted her tight fitting green tanktop not too subtly as she chewed at her pen cap trying to decide what part to take. She just didn't want to play the dog... Why was there even a dog in this play...
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 23:22:35 GMT -5
"Wow, tell me how you really feel about my writing." Fox feigned hurt as she flipped through the script with perfectly manicured nails of an matte red tipped with a smattering gold glitter. Of course, the Priestess hadn't actually made the script at all, and she had similar sentiments as Glow, but she decided not to let on just yet that she was lying. Of course, it was entirely possible her friend already knew better.
In stark contrast to the person beside her, Fox wore a faux fur sweater with lace at the shoulders and across her throat, combined with a bright red skirt tied at the waist with a red ribbon bow. Nude tights and pretty white boots completed the look. Ultimately, more winter themed, but not altogether much warmer.
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POSTEDDec 15, 2018 23:30:57 GMT -5 TO Human Roleplay
Kerrigan let out a deep laugh at the idea that Fox had written her script. Of course, she had ended up just a few seconds late to prevent such a miscommunication. Why had Fox bothered to try to lay claim to it? She wasn't sure. It wasn't Kerrigan's best work, but not everything could be her charming typical.
"Is there something wrong?" replied a voice that sounded quite amused at the prospecct of Glow being unhappy with the script. "I'm sorry that my writing doesn't meet your standards." She let out a chuckle, which sparkled out of her lips, which were painted delicately. This was both a chuckle in response to Fox's false claim and Glow's comment in general. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, although there were several curls that fell to the side. She wore a golden pair of glasses. It seemed that she had a different pair of glasses for every day, and no one really even knew if she needed them.
She shifted her weight slightly, which caused her to have to adjust the plaid skirt that was probably not long enough. She had paired it this morning with a black turtle neck and denim jacket. Unlike Glow, she wore tights under the skirt, mostly because she was generally cold. In her left hand was a set of scripts and multi-colored pens. She sifted through them and handed one to Glow.
"I for one think this is a theatrical masterpiece. You're welcome." She smiled widely at her friend. "Community service?" She then turned to Fox. "And someone who appreciates fine theater?" She offered another chuckle, handing the next script over.
Glow looked almost convinced by Fox, after all she was manipulative and who was to say she couldn't get away with writing a script, there was really only one thing she could think to say in response, "You look hot as an easy bake oven today, Fox."
She seemed a bit uncertain of what to say next to her friend, after all, Fox could choose to take a joke or choose to make her life miserable and both were enjoyable for Glow, "I mean it just seems a little cheesy. I would have thought this murder mystery would have some more slasher gore if you wrote this..."
Her head turned to see Kerrigan as she gave a sharp grin back to Fox, "You liar!" Glow laughed shoving Fox playfully in the shoulder, "You are like an easy bake oven! Lying about what you produce. I invested $100 into one and I'm stuck with these tiny little cakes, every time I'm starving in an alley with my easy bake oven I'm going to think of you."
She gave a more sincere smile to Kerrigan, "Yeah, community service, this was the only place that would accept despite my records," She said twisting the seafoam pen in her finger like a child that was just given a toy to occupy themselves with. She uncapped the pen and inhaled it and in that moment really hoped it had a scent or else she was looking stupid trying to sniff a pen.
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"So, what you're saying is not enough people get brutally murdered? And that the ending is too cheesy?" The woman's face twisted as if she was heartbroken, truly devistated by the statement. "Not all of us can write the next great Texas Chainsaw, love." She actually snorted at that. Kerrigan's very refined taste in movies mostly concerned slashers and psychological thrillers, but there was little space on the stage for a million blood splatters. She hadn't acquired enough cast to be able to clean it up.
"To which you should be personally grateful for. Professor Daphne Howard had truly planned to pass you up as well, but I managed to explain to her that as long as I was around, you probably wouldn't set fire to my stage. Which, let's be painfully clear, if you do, I will be contractually obligated to kill you in front of the entire audience opening night." She laughed again, before raising a perfectly arched brow when the other girl sniffed the pen.
"Is the thought of making the world your own stage really so bad that you have to get high on fumes before even signing up for a part?" She shook her head slightly, before sighed. "I would have at least given you a sharpie had I known that was your intention."
Mez turned the corner to spot the three ladies and nearly turned around and ran. He knew trouble when he saw it though he knew that he had volunteered to help out. A big part of his self-improvement journey was bettering himself. So perhaps having to face mischief head on and ignoring it would be a good challenge. Sighing he stepped around the trio to look at sign-up sheets. Nothing particularly stood out to him so on a whim he wrote his name next to a random part.
Unlike the other three, Mez was properly dressed for the weather in a white wool sweater and brown snow boots. Snuffing his hands in his jean pockets, he looked over to Kerrigan. "So you wrote this play?" The thane had overheard the conversation but was trying to get to know some other people.
"Appreciate is a strong word." Fox responded easily, still looking down at the pages in her hands as she spoke. "I agree it's a bit cheesy and needs more bloodshed, but I'm bored, so I suppose I'll give it a go." Her ivy eyes raised just in time to see Glow sniffing a pen, and she tilted her head just slightly, but said nothing else about Glow's oddities. At this point, such things hardly bothered her anymore.
"And don't worry, Glow. I'll take the fall for any wayward flames so Kerrigan doesn't have to kill you." Her gaze drifted to the new arrival, eyes flitting up and down his frame critically for a moment before turning back to the two in front of her, dismissing him entirely. Not that he was talking to her anyway.
Glow's eyes met Fox, "I thought it was scented, I swear!" She laughed before looking back to Kerrigan, "Anyways, I'll take being the dead body at the beginning. I just get to die and sleep on the floor for half the scenes so it sounds like a pretty good deal with no lines. Thanks for letting me in, maybe Fox can be the murderer, she's great at that."
She looked more between her friends, "Man you both really look nice today and I bet it's just to look nice and not even for the play," Glow admitted pulling a bit at the hem of her own tanktop that she had since middle school. She decided to actually acknowledge the new guy, "Hey, you should play the dog, you look like a guy who can say woof."
Burning tucked a book back into her bag as she drew near the group. Her eyes lit up when she spotted Glow, “Glow! Are you here to sign up for the play too?” She asked coming up to stand by Glow, “Hi Kerrigan,” she greeted the other when she saw her, hesitating when she saw Fox, pushing a long strand of red hair back behind her ear nodding to the priestess. “Fox.”
It wasn’t that she disliked Fox per Say... Just... didn’t trust her. She probably shouldn’t trust Glow either but Glow always wound up finding something exciting. And Burning had always reckoned she’d be willing to cross lines, push the envelope, break a few rules and such for the right person. Glow just drew her right in.
She adjusted the strap of her blue messenger bag so it pulled a little less awkwardly on the collar of her red and black plaid shirt. “So what’s the play going to be about? I didn’t see what the genre was.”
Glow snatched the signup board away from poor Mez and scribbled her name down at the lead part before getting up almost as if hypnotized over to Burning, "Burning!" Glow greeted tossing her arms around her in a hug before moving away, "Yeah, totally! I'm trying out for the lead part, like what else would I do? Be the dead body?" She laughed, "I didn't know you liked theater, what a coincidence! It's this great murder mystery that Kerrigan wrote. Hey you know, you should totally play the part that's involved most with the lead."
"Glow's volunteered me to be the murderer, to the surprise of no one." Fox interjected. For that matter, she'd actually planned on asking for the part anyway, Glow had just beaten her to mentioning it. Of course, perhaps that hit a bit too close to home. Unlike her friend, the Priestess tended not to get caught, but even so, there were more than a few rumors pointing to her as a person of interest in some murder cases spread over a few years. Nothing had ever been proven though, so it was all just speculation at the end of the day. "I'm totally okay if you wanna be one of my victims."
Mez snagged back the sheet and finished signing himself up for the lead detective. He gave a look of 'really?' to Glow, in no way would he ever It would be interesting to work more or less opposite to Glow, she was an interesting person, to say the least. "But why is there a dog in the play?" He asked as he passed the sign-up sheet to Burning. The dog part still made no sense to him.
Petal hadn't planned on being a part of the play. At all. She kinda just showed up and hoped all the parts were taken. That way she could tell her parents she'd at least tried to make friends, despite the fact that nobody wanted a deaf person in a play that was, apparently, about murder. Unless they needed her for translation. How pitiful it would be if she was the first one murdered, if there were even any parts left.
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"Yes, I did," Kerrigan replied with a sparkle in her eye. "It's the first in a series, but we will see how this one does before I can start the production of the others, hmm?" The woman's gaze flickered to Mez, before continuing to answer his second question. "The dog was the role I had created once I knew that Glow was going to be involved, just so damage could be minimized if it needed to be," she replied easily, as if that was clearly why there was a dog in the play. "Unfortunately, she doesn't seem like she wants her specially-intended role. How sad." She shook her head, her lips upturned just slightly.
She then watched as the parts slowly fell in line. Perfect, just as I planned, she thought as she glanced between her newly forming cast. It was quite often, it seemed, that things went exactly as Kerrigan planned. Or, well, maybe that was a lie. Whenever she was around most of these people, things happened to go directly opposite to her plan, but that was fine. Or, at least, that's what she'd tell herself to cope with the fact that it seldom was fine.
The director of the show handed each of them a script and a pen, just had been done with Glow. When she came to newest to wander over, she offered a charismatic smile. "You must be Petal. I was told that you would be coming," she spoke easily, trying to pronunciate each word carefully in case she was someone who could read lips. Unfortunately, despite the fact that she could speak two languages fluently, she didn't know how to sign much more than the alphabet. "I'm Kerrigan Harlow," she introduced herself, offering a hand.
A man with similarly red hair found his way to the gathering. It was clear that he and the woman in charge were related. They had a similar pale complexion and fire colored hair. He was taller and his eyes were bluer, but the resemblance between the two was rather uncanny. The Harlow genetics were strong.
Lindon smirked at his sister, before glancing around the others. He was to be a part of this simply because his sister had told him that they needed some backstage help. There was no way that the man was going to get on stage, that was for sure. Still, he was rather surprised to see that in the group that was gathering, Burning was there. He found his way to her side, offering a casual, "Didn't expect you to be here," to the girl who was his... girlfriend? Was that what she was considered? He guessed that sounded better than his politically arranged fiance.
Glow's eyes narrowed seeing Lindon, "Yeah, I'm surprised she allows you to be in her presence too. Linda right? Cute name. Hey Burning I got you a Christmas present, we should stop by my locker sometime."
What locker she was talking about? There were a few lockers in the school meant for temporarily storing a few heavy books or coats in. Truly meant for a days use, but she jammed the lock and unbolted the sides to get her items out and made her own personal locker because of it. She could see through Lindon, he wasn't good enough for Burning. He wouldn't encourage her sense of wonder, he didn't have anything close to what she and Burning had. He didn't stare at her like she did, knowing she was something pure, something that wouldn't be corrupt, but only grow brighter over time. The kind of person you only meet maybe three or four times in a life time. It wasn't even that he didn't worship her enough, he just wasn't enough. Burning didn't know enough guys to know she was being cheated, that there was someone out there who would drive across country if she needed a ride. Someone who would talk to her the way she couldn't even talk to herself with all the sweetness and genuine care a person could only wish to have the self worth to think of themselves as. He would weigh her down. Burning was her best friend and he didn't yet have the honor to stand comfortably by Burning's side. So if Burning wasn't going to test Linda, she would.
Her gaze broke away though to look at Fox, "And I got your present too, don't worry," She smiled reassuringly.
Fox was a girl who would force a guy on his knees if he didn't respect her enough. She didn't tend to need to be protective of Fox in that social issue.
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"If only you knew," he replied with a chuckle. Lindon was quite like his sister on her good days, (not that she had very many) which meant that he had a generally good nature. Despite the woman's obvious aggression towards him, aggression that he wasn't sure why he was the brunt of (look, he was just kind of told what to do and he nodded and smiled and that was that), he still gave her a warm smile.
"You're pretty close, though, with the name. Believe it or not, it's got an n at the end. It's a Harlow tradition, practically." Kellen, Lindon and Kerrigan were the only three that had the n at the end, but Glow didn't need to know that. "I appreciate the effort. Honestly, most struggle with it the first time." He laughed, a deep, hearty noise, before his hand found his wrist. His thumb traced the bracelet of Cauil, before sending a glance to his sister, asking with his eyes what was wrong with her friend.
"I see you two are making friends over there, but do play nice," called the woman's voice as she took a momentary pause from the conversation that she had started with Petal. There was a protective vein in Kerrigan, one that ran deep, especially for Lindon. Arguably, she had put her brother in a significant amount of unneccessary danger, being that she sent him to infiltrate a rival group. Because of that, maybe she didn't have the right to be so protective over him, but she'd be damned if anyone, even Glow, tried to cross him.
She then turned back to Petal. "Sorry about that."
By this point in her life, Petal was an expert lip-reader. Having been deaf since her birth, it was a skill she'd needed to perfect at a young age. Learning ASL had only come after entering sixth grade. She took Kerrigan's hand, surprised that someone had known she was coming when they knew she hadn't wanted to. Who had told? She gave a shy smile to the women. "It isn't a problem." she had a mildly deaf accent, but it was mostly gone since she'd started Speech Therapy after her Junior year in highschool. "What do you want me to do?"
Really, the only reason she was there was because she hadn't attempted to make friends since all her friends and siblings had gone off to different colleges and her parents were getting worried about her lack of social life.
Glow paused from her conversation and glanced around for where the voice was coming from and jerked to the side immediately. Right next to Kerrigan was a little eight year old kid with a cheery smile. Short wavy platinum blond hair was fastened into double top knot pigtails. Against her roots was a pastel pink shade of glitter. She wore fairy kei makeup that matched her decoden manicured nails. A pink ribbon choker with a golden bell at the front matched elegantly with her outfit, yet the bell hadn't made a sound when she approached them. Her outfit looked straight out of a kids magazine with a winter pastel pink sweater with a white collar shirt underneath and a grey knife pleated skirt. White sweater tights descended down her legs and stopped at her grey flats. She dressed nice for an eight year old and was clearly trying to look more grown up.
"I want to be in the play too," Her British accented voice was playful sounding in rhythm, not the typical squeaky high voice most had to endure from an eight year old.
Glow looked at the little kid and back at Kerrigan and just slowly swiped her hands in a silent don't say yes motion.
Burning turned as Lindon moved to stand beside her and smile. "Well i heard about the play, and then seeing Glow." She wrapped an arm around Glow's shoulders giving her a side hug. "I had to participate!" She said finishing filling out the part that seemed to fit what Glow had been saying. "and plus Im eager to see Kerrigan's work." She added nodding to Kerrigan. "Are you going to be in the play too Lindon?" She asked.
