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 everyone has ESPN or something [c], ft. drama club members
jawnOffline53 POSTS
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This is a mother-effing emergency, everyone! The drama club room is haunted!

—or at least that's what the people think it is. Rumors say one could hear instruments being played even if there isn't a lot of members who actually know how to play one. Scripts get lost all the time. Props are being misplaced. The bears—you know, Glenda's enshrined collection of teddy bears with weirdass shit names such as Jessie, Auto, Floss, Mango, Sundae, Jawn, Hana, Noir, and Honey—are regularly repositioned when the owner specifically made a rule to disallow it, with a capital punishment if broken.

Add to those are some other less conspicuous events such as lights occasionally flickering, a low rumbling sound rolling from one specific corner of the room, and the trophies toppling over without any pushing force from around. Glenda could have sworn she always feels the chills running down her spine inside the haunted place... especially whenever she takes a glimpse of the poster of a shirtless Aaron Tveit who played Fiyero in Wicked. Glenda is pretty and sure there are other instances that would lead to the 'haunted room' conclusion. Hence, a prompt action is needed!

Glenda is quick to consult a well-known medium, who suggested to communicate with the spirits first before performing an exorcism or cleansing. 'First, nicely ask them to leave. If they don't, we'll force them out of there', the medium said. And thus, she calls the gang—in the middle of summer—to join her little paranormal quest for 'closure' with these entities.

She lights up several candles around the dim room, pulls a table to the center, and sets a Ouija board on it. She looks around at those who managed to show up and speaks, "First of all I don't usually say this, but you talentless whiners owe me a lot for trying to make this a safe and creative environment. So please stop shaking, pull up a chair, and put your hands on the glass piece. We're DMing the spirits."

tagged: drama club members ainsley tyson, Jasper St. John, quinn harlow, felix florentiy, princess reyes-taylor, jinhai lei, ashton sacco, alice moreau
notes: im scared of what you'll do to glenda lmao; pls dont feel obligated to reply.
sundaeOffline16 POSTS
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More than ghosts, the drama club had probably a lot of very very special energy going on there. Sometimes, he had found himself wondering why he was here. But being a member was less awkward than joining a makeup workshop in which girls could surround him. Except for his online friends. It would probably be fun with them.

Lost in his thoughts and standing in a corner, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a candy. This whole atmosphere made him sleepy. For once, he secretly hoped for a text from their baseball captain. Why did practice never happen when you needed it actually?

"Sorry, the spirit you have reached is not in service or temporarily busy. We can connect you to another one," Jasper muttered, with a low voice, eyes on the plastic paper he was removing. Putting the candy on his mouth, he leaned against the wall, very unconcerned by the situation.

Why am I here - Oh, right. He cast one glance at Glenda then stared at the ouija's board. He didn't believe in spirits, but maybe something interesting would happen. "What if someone gets possessed and we need to exorcise them?" He asked while pulling a chair.

BY MITZI
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Ugh. Even in Drama Club, there were people with ugly personalities. Maybe he didn't say anything in turn to the girl as she gathered everybody around the board, but he certainly turned his nose up in ridicule. The question is, why did Quinn even bother showing up? He could be getting his nails all prettied up, he could be shopping, he could be beefing on Twitter. Speaking of, he didn't forget his phone, did he? No. After a quick frisk of his pockets he felt it bulging on the right side of his skinnies.

Perhaps he showed up because, like many, he was genuinely convinced that the club was haunted. Maybe it was the ghost of Shakespeare, Beauman, or Gascoigne, back from the land of spirits to exact vengeance on all these school kids who had sullied their works of art. Were they after Quinn? He still had vivid memories of when he played the part of Mercutio and demanded that he should harbor a secret attraction towards Romeo. Had he angered the playwright?

Despite his persistence, he placed his hands upon the glass. "Honey, nobody is getting possessed. And if it does happen?" He smirked coyly. "Well, it depends on who gets possessed. Some people might be better off, no?" He wouldn't make eye contact with anybody for his little sneak diss, eyes retreating back to the surface of the board. Quinn wanted to keep it up in the air.

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"Some people just might," comes a mutter right after, as one of the club's tech members shifts in his seat. Where Quinn coyly avoids the rest of the gathered assembly's eyes, Felix is straightforward, staring dryly at the elite for a second before sliding pale eyes to the dimly lit table in front of him. "For the record, I thought this was a planning meeting." Is it too cliche to say he'd known he should have stayed home?

Drama club's a mixed bag of nuts, for the most part. He's along for the ride because, admittedly, the light rigs have been acting up more and more in recent rehearsals; he highly doubts any culprit other than failing conductance, but he's loathe to say so in the face of the actual actors present. It's enough to try and keep the club supplied with the props and rigs it needs, though now he hasn't even been able to do that with the frequency at which their possessions (word association entirely unintended) have been seemingly disappearing.

At a more insistent mood settling around the table he sighs, shoulders slumping loosely before he leans forward and puts two fingers delicately on a corner of the planchette. "Or we could budget for our stage rig, for once." Other arm leaning on the table's edge, he idly scans the letters printed on the spirit board's wooden surface.

Already there is tension on the piece held between their hands, as different people begin to unconsciously exert pressure; he relaxes further, resigning himself to another hectic hour spent in the company of thespians. "Just a thought."

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c-c-c-clique combo break
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as the self-proclaimed 'secretary' of the club president, ainsley was quick to support the cause when glenda chose to consult a medium regarding their club room's recent 'supernatural' events. not that glenda actually needed her support. as a matter of fact, she rarely needed ainsley for anything at all. but the blacknette always ended up more than eager to prove herself every time anyway. besides, she was supposed to come up with an article for the newspaper club came september, anyway.

"i'm here! and i brought snacks!" the fifteen-year-old exclaimed as she burst through the door; packs of fruit-by-the-foot and goldfish crackers tumbled from her snack mountain, and piled near the foot of the ouija board table. there was a small pause of silence as she stared at the small mess, then quickly turned to glenda with a grin as if nothing had happened, "and the best sparkling water in town for you, your highness." at this, she lowered herself before glenda, holding the bottle of water over her head.

as soon as glenda took the bottle (rather, hopefully she did), ainsley was up on her foot again, practically ignoring the somewhat eerie mood created by the lack of lights and many-a-shadows, "an iced tea for jasper, with less ice cubes and low sugar. a starbucks coffee for quinn, extra strong and extra dark, and kale juice for felix 'cause you like plants, right?" still grinning, she happily plucked the drinks from the cup tray, handing them off to every person she had named before taking her own; also kale juice, because that stuff was very good for the body and she wanted to match with felix, okay?

after leaving the tray near the door, the blacknette turned around and clapped her hands together. with way too much excitement, she scurried back to the group of people who had arrived before her, "hehehe, it's like we're a big family, hanging out before school starts!" she couldn't be the only one who was still interested in playing house, right? most of them were actors and actresses, after all. squeezing herself comfortably into the seat next to glenda, ainsley took out a pencil and a notepad from her bag, "would you guys mind if i take some notes? i thought of using my phone, but i heard that electronics go cuckoo when there's spirits nearby."

blinking quizzically, she looked to glenda with a small frown, "should i turn on the lights? it's really dark in here and i can barely see anything. ... oh, good atmosphere though! it's spooky!"

NOTES : she clearly dun even know what's rly going on


❝ can i touch your spyglass? ❞
─ mitsuo williams @ eugene park, ft. ainsley's inner mind theatre
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you get lighter the more it gets dark cause you're a sky full of stars
mysteries weren’t alice’s usual cup of genre tea, but hey. there was something romantic about communing with the deceased, pleading for answers past the veil.

or, well. alice was sure she could find something romantic about it. any true love professional could find mystique and excitement in even the spookiest of situations, and she was no amateur. maybe the ghost would turn out to be a beautiful, sad girl, longing for her lost love. who happened to have been buried under the foundations of the school. yeah!

the creative was already pulled up to the table, peering intently at the oujia board their amazing club president had prepared. she stroked the glass ball in awe. wow. the supernatural was totally real.

upon hearing complaints from other members, alice swiveled around and pouted, chiming in. “hey, someone could totally get possessed! and I hope it’s meeee,” she turned back and winked her eyelashes at glenda, “and I hope a pretty girl has to find a way to… wake me up!” alice giggled, a little infatuated with her very attractive and talented president.

when the door slammed open, alice’s eyes widened. that could only be… her best friend, ainsley tyson. alice turned and beamed widely at the other creative, reaching her hands out for the green matcha tea that had been ordered for her. “oh, ains, you shouldn’t have,” she fawned, “we would all drop dead from malnutrition if it weren’t for you.”

alice sipped her tea, mollified for a brief second, before finally growing impatient as well. she tapped her foot underneath the table, also looking expectantly at glenda. “when shall we be… crossing the medium?!

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Alright, time to move this forward, seeing how this is as much turnout as we could expect from the rest of the members. Glenda is relieved the emergency mid-summer meeting has not turned out to be a total sausage fest, though she ain't very fond of the girls that showed up late. Oddball desperate wannabes—that's what she considers them, much like that girl who loved getting punched in the face by Regina George. She'd keep them at a perimeter from a safe distance, as she does not want to end up like Latina star Selena Quintanilla-Perez, who got killed by her superfan.

Anyway, Glenda nonchalantly takes the water from Ainsley as though it's routine, although her relentless chatter never gets to be. Glenda rolls her eyes to stare at her until she stops talking.

She goes like—



After Ainsley is hopefully done with her litany, Glenda moves on to speak with the boys.

As expected, most of the sausage owners are skeptical, with the exception of Quinn Harlow—that fugly slut who always tries to out-Regina-George her. They do not stop rambling about possession, or rather the fear of it, of being possessed themselves. Not exactly the type of questions one would hear from a skeptic. She gives them the stare and scoffs at them, "Have some balls, you hollow-ballsacked pansies. No one's getting possessed! For the record, Linda Blair's character, Regan, was possessed by demons because her parents watched too much pornography!"

Then, she sharply turns to Alice in response to her hope of meeting the same fate—also a subtle way of shutting her down—"Is that how your parents are?" She makes the same questioning expression—raised eyebrows, titled head, one ear forward—towards the rest of her membership. She's not waiting for an answer; rather it's more of a rhetorical question. Because damn, it's taking a while for them to start playing the Ouija game.

And so, she immediately stretches out her hand, boasting a set of perfectly French-tipped fingers which are not too visible in the dimmed club room, and rests it on one side of the glass piece on the board. She expects the rest to follow suit. Also, she jumps right into the supernatural conversation.

"Um... hi, spirit... spirits? Do you think I'm pretty?"

Wtf, Glenda. You're here to make peace with the other forces, not to get their opinions to feed your vanity. Whether these forces choose to respond is a whole another lot of conversation and scrutiny.

tagged: drama club members

sundaeOffline16 POSTS
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"May the real queen live through this…" Being only half-listening to the members, Jasper pulled his phone out of a pocket then checked his emails. He clicked his tongue and slid the device between his thighs. Somehow nothing was making sense with these members, but as usual, he was rolling with it. "You would be great in a Carmilla's adaptation, Alice…" The whisper escaped from his lips, before glancing at Quinn, Felix, and Glenda. Whatever, he couldn't imagine her president in a gothic lesbian romance vampire's scenario.

And his gaze shifted towards Ainsley. Thanking her with a warm smile when she offered him the iced tea, he quickly opened it and took a sip.

Then they jumped onto serious business. Well, onto the reason they were gathered, at least. Which apparently was polishing her president's ego. Was it a secret version of Snow White starring Glenda as the Evil Queen, Alice as Snow White, and Ainsley as the Prince?

Lips tightly shut, he stared at the glass piece. Sometimes spirits need a little help. The only one he could offer needed a perfect timing. And as soon as it felt right, he pushed the piece towards the 'n' for a hot second.

BY MITZI
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