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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Mar 27, 2012 18:24:07 GMT -5
So technically speaking, I wasn't supposed to be here, but since when did I pay attention to school rules and regulations? I could prance around wherever and whenever I pleased, thank you very much. I am a legal adult, I'm not bothering anyone and who's really going to stop me? RAs? Try me, baby. Besides, once they find me and try to kick me out, they have to catch me first and I'm fast. Really fast. One of the many perks of being skinny.
I was sitting in the Fashion Department common room, large as life, as part of my plan of establishing my dominance in every part of school, (no one should be allowed to forget that I am King...of everything) paging through the current issue of Seventeen and laughing every few pages. Seriously? Did anyone still care about Rebecca Black? I was over her, so I turned the page, revealing a full-page ad featuring a girl who would have been pretty had it not been for the overload of makeup. I rolled my eyes and kept reading. In general, I am attracted to people, not raccoons.
OOC: Now I want to go pick up a cover of Seventeen and read it as research.
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Post by Asher Juliet Mellow on Mar 27, 2012 18:40:44 GMT -5
Asher was bored, her class ended about twenty minutes ago but she wanted to finish some stuff for the plays, since she was working both, but the room was closed. She sighed as she walked though the fashion building, unsure what to do. She decided the common room would work, get some of her sketches down and still try to work on them play costumes. Sometimes they were the most complected things, and some were easy. Crazy actors saying they don't fix or 'show off' enough, Directors changing their designs, messing up on a seam and having to do it all again. People didn't understand how stressful fashion design actually was. She was a little shocked that the common room only had one person in it, normally the other girls would sit here and gossip while the sowed or the guys would trick some poor person to doing their work. She didn't come here often, mostly when she had time between classes. She noticed someone out of character, a guy she recognized from the play when she was taking measurements and costume details. She raised her eyebrow slightly but choice to ignore him for now, walking past him and sitting a couple feet down from him in a chair, pulling her sketch book out of her bag and opening to a empty page. She was still bothered by his presence though, why was he here? She just watched him out of the corner of her eye while she sketched out a costume for the midnight summers dream, finally looking over at him and giving a small smile,waving slightly to get his attention "hi there." she said simply as she went back to her sketch, maybe if she was lucky he would just say hi and go back to his magazine. outfit <3 |
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Mar 27, 2012 19:06:07 GMT -5
The sound of footsteps were added to the ambiance, but I didn't look up, I didn't need to. If anyone was going to give me the "sir, I need to ask you to leave" speech, I wasn't going to make it easy for them, and I certainly was not going to comply, at least, not all the way. Honoring other people's wishes was against my personal morals, unless it benefited me, of course.
"Hi there."
Oh boy, here it comes.
I looked up to see a blonde girl smiling at me. I was taken aback. Usually the school put tough, no-nonsense sort of people in charge of bossing other people around. You see, when people look or have an intimidating aura about them, they are more likely to get what they want out of their charges. Perhaps gold ol' R&G had hired her because she could get all the men in the room wrapped around her finger? She looked like a princess, I'd give her that: a waterfall of golden hair that my damned testosterone-driven instincts wanted to touch on sight, flawless skin and the face of a classic beauty.
No! Pretend to be gay! Pretend to be gay! Don't look at her!
So I focused on a point on her upper shoulder. You see, it would not due to be made weak by a pretty face. I learned that lesson more times than I care to remember in secondary school.
Think about Zac Efron. Think about Zac Efron!
Yes, I have a crush on Zac Efron. He can sing, he has gorgeous eyes. He was Link in the Hairspray movie. And he's hot...especially as Link. Shut up and stop judging me!
So anyway, as I was focusing on the mental image of Zefron's perfectly toned abs and wandering down where his hypothetical jeans clung to him in certain places, I focused on my voice coming out as composed and calm, which it did. My voice does what I tell it too...or else I mope and sulk for days and rush to to the speech professor's office.
"Can I help you?"
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Post by Asher Juliet Mellow on Mar 27, 2012 19:32:27 GMT -5
Asher was a little taken back with what he said intend of the normal hi. She looked up at him from her sketch book slightly confused. Did she look like she was trying to sell him something, Or like she wanted to show him how to lose ten pounds in ten minutes? She just watched him, her blue-green eyes baring into him, trying to figure out what he meant. Ether he was just confusing or she was stupid. "Umm..No, I was just saying hi." She said simply, watching him for a second then turning back to her sketching.
Crap, she hated sketching. She always ended up not being happy with it, She was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to sketching. She sighed and pulled her self into her normal ball sitting, with her knees in her chest. This was frustrating. She looked at her sketch for a second then groaned slightly, pulling her hat down to cover her eyes. Stupid drawings. She was never good at them, she was a metal image person, not a person that could draw them out.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Mar 27, 2012 20:43:08 GMT -5
I narrowed my eyes, watching her, waiting for her to begin her monologue that basically said, "get the fuck off my turf, stage-boy", but it never came. Instead she looked at me, innocent, and said, "Umm...No, I was just saying hi."
"Just saying 'hi'"? Really? No one ever "just said 'hi'" where I was from. On my side of campus (yes, it's mine, I am the most talented individual to ever walk the earth...apart from maybe Brian Stokes Mitchell or John Barrowman, but neither of them are tenors, so they don't count. I still didn't trust her entirely, but I'm not a total barbarian, so as society dictates, I must exchange words with her.
"Oh...well, hi." I said, not unkindly, before going back to my magazine. For awhile, I became immersed in an article about applying makeup. Well, foundation makeup, as it appeared to be called, did seem to cover up blemishes and holes in people's faces, not that my skin is riddled with imperfections, thank you very much, but just because I'm beautiful doesn't mean I'm not constantly looking for ways to improve.
The just hi girl was still silent. This intrigued me. Was she just incredibly patient or was she pulling sort of alternate tactic to get me out of the room. Curious, I lifted my eyes to sneak a glance at her.
She appeared to be sketching something on a pad of paper. Ahh, an artist. I could use an artist for the new awesomer-than-a-band thingy I was working on and it was worth getting mixed up in a little RA drama. So I took it upon myself to rise from my chair and sneak up behind her, looking over her shoulder, being the annoying nosy kid from middle school we all couldn't wait to sock right in his over-sized, pointy nose.
"Watcha drawing?"
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Post by Asher Juliet Mellow on Mar 27, 2012 21:08:13 GMT -5
Asher could feel him over her shoulder, not sure why he was there but looking at her drawing he knew that. She moved her hat and looked over at him, Was this guy really caring in what she drew? She shrugged and looked over at him again,watching him carefully. "Its for the play, I'm one of the people making the costumes." She said as she looked up at the drawing, then back at him. "I'm giving up on it though, i can't do it right for some reason, Whoever this lysander guy is he is complicated to make a costume though. "She said as she ripped the page out and crumbled it.
Why was this guy bothering with her drawing. It sucked. "Oh i'm Asher by the way." she said, giving the guy a bright smile. She was a naturally friendly person, when she wasn't feeling awkward, but this guy right now didn't seem to be making her feel awkward in any way. He wasn't hitting on her, Or trying something. So she was fine.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Apr 6, 2012 21:06:17 GMT -5
As I peered over her shoulder, I had to admit she was rather good, although what appeared to be a costume in its infancy looks strangled and uncomfortable for whatever miserable bastard would ultimately have to wear that mess of cloth and sequins.
"Ahh, well, see, Lysander isn't complicated at all, and I think that's why Hermia fell in love with him." I said. I was pleased that I had finally found someone who would readily listen to what I had to say about my role. Professor Kendrick only listened to me during rehearsal, but he wouldn't read my 10-page analysis on him, the prick. For a teacher, he's not that bad, but really, it's me giving him material--if he knows what's good for him, he'll listen! "He's just a simple poet and he has his head in the clouds most of the time. I guess you could say he's that weird kid that was always staring happily into space in the most interesting class in secondary school." He's poor, too, but he likes pretty things...I mean, look at Hermia, so his costume shouldn't be crappy." I added. And no, it's not just because I don't want to be caught wearing something unfashionable, even if I am performing the role of another character. I am no qualms dressing in rags for me art and--fine, it is so I won't have to be dressed in rags while everyone's watching me, but really, if it added to the character, I'd do it. There is nothing I would not do to be a knock-out artist.
I grinned, ready for my dramatic reveal. "I'm Cassander Tuireann," I stuck out my hand for her to shake. "I play Lysander."
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Post by Asher Juliet Mellow on Apr 7, 2012 22:40:57 GMT -5
Asher looked back, shocked and confused, blushing slightly. He played Lysander. She felt like a idiot and slightly awkward now that she knew. She looked back at him, looking at him for a second. " Oh." She said simply, watching him, then looking down at her sketch book. How stupid was she? But how could she make a outfit of this guy, without making them to simple. Like he said, he was just a flute player in love, Yet he was a big part of the play, so he had to have a stand out costume. It was a basic rule of costume design. Second hand actors got all the simple outfits.
She had a evil idea. It was a true, yet evil idea. It would work great for both their advantages, yet mostly her, since she would get a A+, which she needed. Costumes were her hardest to design, since they had to match the person wearing it, less artistic range. She sighed softly, scooting forward in her chair then looking back at him, just to get some extra room between them. "Well then Cassander, Since you know so much about Your character, how about you help me make it?" she asked, giving him a slight smile, holding her hands on top of her sketch book. "I would forever be in your favor, and you would make sure you don't look stupid." she said jokingly.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on May 29, 2012 20:23:44 GMT -5
I felt my left eyebrow raise, seemingly of its own will, as she laid her proposal out in front of me. Did I want a proper costume? Did I want a costume that fit? Did I want a costume that actually made me look hot? Oh hell yes I did! I'd taken a few costume classes as part of my major and no, I had no hands-on practice, (please, I'm an actor, I don't do the techie work) but I'm Cassander Tuireann. I'm amazing. There's nothing I can't handle.
That being sad, I didn't want to walk around with a sore thumb just because I was getting jabbed in the fingers with a needle because this blonde would no doubt trick me into doing the grunt work while she watched reruns of America's Next Top Model. Care would be taken to see that I wasn't being taken advantage of, because like I said earlier, I'm an actor: I don't do the techie work.
"And if I accept?" I asked, warily.
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Post by Asher Juliet Mellow on May 29, 2012 20:34:19 GMT -5
Asher just smirked as he took her offer. It may help her more since she would get this done quicker but it was good for him too. "Well you will be the only actor to get to pick his costume." She said with a smile. well except for amri, She made his also. Still, it was a perk for them not just her. She knew ever trick the theater major used to get er to alter their costumes and makes them more 'cool' or 'flattering'. She knew they wanted to look good on stage. Her eyes twinkled a little as she gave him a evil look.
"plus i won't tell your fellow cast mates that you were hanging in the fashion department room." She said evilly. Almost all the theater majors look down on the fashion department, even if they admitted they couldn't do their jobs. She didn't mind it much but she knew if he had ran into another designer, he would be in the nearest trash can. "So we have a deal, you help me i help you?"
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on May 30, 2012 21:00:10 GMT -5
Even if she did make me do the grunt work, that was an offer I couldn't refuse and it was even worth the unfortunate possibility of getting caught cursing under my breath poking a sewing machine into working in the middle of the night. I extended my hand for her to shake.
"Alright, deal." I said, "But none of the needle-and-thread business, 'kay? I'm not a common seamstress." I finished, with something of a smile. It was meant as a joke, but please, have you seen me? I can't be pricking up my fingers: they're kind of perfect.
I settled myself into a chair in front of her, crossing my legs at the knee and lightly bouncing the one on top up and down.
"Tell anyone you like." I added, in case she got the wrong idea--that I was in some way ashamed of myself. "I have every right to be here." I said, resisting the urge to toss my hair for emphasis. The hair toss was sort of my signature thing, but I couldn't overuse it. That would make it tacky.
"So, how do we start?"
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Post by Asher Juliet Mellow on May 31, 2012 4:48:16 GMT -5
Asher just rolled her eyes and didn't say anything to his comments but one "I'm just doing the sketch today, which is what i need your help with." It was true, also she didn't want people near her work. She knew when people went brain dry they tended to not want to 'finding ideas' they were going to 'borrow' some. Her things stayed to herself because of that. She shifted in her chair so she was sitting criss cross in it with her sketch book on her lap, looking at him.
"Okay, first i need your help with his character. I've always been told a lead needs brighter clothes then the background characters, but how would i put that into his character, Since he is so simple." She said, mostly serious. She was waiting for him to ask 'what' or 'ummm' since he probably didn't understand what she meant. Leads like this were always hard since, in order to match they needed to be plain but needed the 'stand out' factor so they don't look like a background character, and since he knew his character he would be the one to know.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 2, 2012 23:19:10 GMT -5
I decided not to push the topic of me doing manual labor. You see, unless it's me working out or dancing, two activities that are necessary and related to art, (and one is an art, bitches) I don't do manual labor.
"Well," I began, pleased that someone was finally asking questions about Lysander, which was making all my many hours of difficult research worth it. It was comforting to know that someone was actually interested and was going to use what I had come up with, unlike some people I could mention. "Well, Lysander represents the artist. What he does is wholly impractical, but it is very beautiful. He creates art. He's as dirt-poor because he can't make money off of his poems, but he's happy and makes him quite desirable to the ladies, but not to the ladies' overprotective fathers." I paused for a moment, savoring the pure bliss of getting to ramble on about something that was so dear to my heart...and the listener in question was actually listening!
"My favorite way to think of Lysander is the way Hermia's father does: he has his head in the clouds, but he sees the clouds as a thing of beauty. He's a lover, not a fighter, a visionary and artist, but he's no businessman, and when he falls in love with Hermia...what, you do know the plot, right?"
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Post by Asher Juliet Mellow on Jun 16, 2012 17:30:54 GMT -5
Asher just nodded as he spoke, writing down a few notes on her sketch book as she listened to him. Aristic. Dreamer. Lover not fighter. That was great but that only gave her a few places to take his costume to, which wasn't much help. Still better then nothing she guessed. She took a few notes of the outfit set in front of her, scribbling a few then looking up at him and nodding again
"Ya i had to learn it to get the role of costume maker." she said as her pen tapped the paper, small dots coming in the corner of the paper as she thought. The pieces just weren't clicking in her head. They just weren't there to connect with her brain. "What else about him should I know?" she asked then looked down at her sketch and drew a little while asking "ad what about you? what do you want?"
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 19, 2012 16:32:49 GMT -5
"Position." I said, quickly. "You have the position of costume-designer. I get a role." Some people might qualify this as 'asshole know-it-all behavior', but I don't think I'm being an asshole or a know-it-all; we can't have people wandering around thinking they're something they're not, now can we?
Once that little hiccup was cleared up, I sat back and set about the hard work related to lazily paging through a fashion magazine. They were all quite skinny, much more than looked healthy and they all had a identical expressions on their faces. I knew that they were supposed to be seductive, but it just wasn't doing it for me; it looked like they were all high and had just tasted the most revolting cough syrup in the world. And really, how much foundation did they have to wear to get their skin to look that flawless? I'm sure Loreal does facial mask cream does not do that to your skin. No one has skin that smooth. Well, except for me, but everyone knows that I have perfect skin.
"Hmm?" I said, looking up, as I heard her ask me what I wanted. "You mean, what do I want to get out of this?" He asked, uncrossing my legs and throwing the opposite leg over my thigh, changing directions. "I merely want to provide the costumer with the best information I can so she can do the best job she possibly can."
I want a costume that's not only true to the character, but that'll make me look smokin'. Is that too much to ask?
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