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Theater RPG 2: The Talent Show
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Actually, it began as a talent show. It began as a fundraiser for the Theater, so that Peter Caminski could put it back on the map. It began as one of the many ideas of a strange but endearing 14-year-old. But it didn’t stay that way. It became a magnet that pulled 9 very special kids together, and bound them forever, for better or worse. The auditions are in the past. The names are up. The rehearsals have begun. Are you ready?
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WHAT’S UP MY FAVE THESPIANS??? I’m bringing this back! But I’m making a few changes.
Goodbye Angelica Trent…Angel…whatever your name was. I’m sticking with 1 character, and that’s Peter. However, Angel might appear as a school bully occasionally. So remove her from your memory, she did not come to the theater and won’t any time soon.
Goodbye Caminski’s Chills. The ice cream place can now be called whatever, but since Caminski is Peter’s last name that he kept, and not his adoptive parents, the ice cream place will no longer share his name. Ahhh, the complications of backstories.
Goodbye confusion! Here’s a little summary of how Peter and Anelia are related. They’re sister and brother, born in Poland to a broken family which split apart when the siblings were pretty young. Peter ended up in America. His father, who suffered from multiple health issues, died of a heart attack while Peter and him were at the circus. One of the performers (Leah) took Peter aside to comfort him. The day after the incident, Peter’s father died, leaving Peter completely alone in the world. After hearing his story, the headstrong young woman refused to leave Peter, and opted to quit her job to raise him, which was no easy task. When she moved to Mableton, she fell in love with the owner of a popular ice cream store (my brain is dead. Names will come later), and, well…it didn’t take too long for Peter to have a family again. During those first few years in Mableton, Peter and Rowan became friends, but the friendship dissolved after Rowan’s mother remarried. Then he met Anelia, his one link to the past, in the very city of Mableton, and his life turned upside down.
HELLO new charries! No one else can participate in the talent show unless we have some dropouts (so sorry), but there will be many places to add new characters into the plot. Does your charrie do sound and lights? Is he/she attached to the theater like Peter? Does he/she go to Mableton Public Highschool (or middle school)? I am totally open to any new characters.
HELLO new storylines! We can make this plot as complex and wonderful as we want, just keep it realistic fiction.
I hope to see some old friends and new faces! We are starting right after Peter and Anelia have shared their stories with their newfound friends and teammates at the announcing of the names.
I also posted a sketch I made of Anelia (Elementgirl's charrie) on the art posting thread. I'm not that good at drawing, but I can't resist a doodle (or two...or three...) during math class.
Name:
Age (12-19 please):
Appearence:
Personality:
Something they are hiding:
Talents (anything from picking locks to to singing to lightning-fast sketching):
Other:
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Name: Peter Caminski
Age: 14 1/2
Appearance: Typically disheveled light brown hair, dark green eyes, pale skin, a couple freckles here and there. About average hight.
Personality: Excited, enthusiastic, absolutely determined, socially awkward, typically keeps to himself, always overflowing with ideas. He makes a great leader when he can pull himself together.
Something they are (were) hiding: Peter was adopted.
Talents: I know this doesn't make much sense, but Peter's talent is...being Peter. He's an actor and leader who's full of ideas. He knows he can pull this thing together.
submitted by Rose bud, age 14 3/4, MABLETON!!!!
(May 16, 2017 - 8:31 pm)
(May 16, 2017 - 8:31 pm)
Sorry I just changed the whole way Anelia looks, so sorry EG, you can just ignore this post.....
(June 2, 2017 - 8:47 am)
Anelia~
My newly straightened and brushed hair in its ponytail bounces around my waist. Even I had no idea it could be this long. The bow is starting to itch my head, and the nerd glasses are slipping down my nose. Luckily, we're almost at rehearsal.
Suddenly, I see silhouettes of three people walking towards us down the other side of the road. I pray to God that it’s not who I know it is.
“Hello,” says Mrs. Smith. “Have any of you three kids seen this girl?” She pulls out one of the MISSING posters with my picture from 6 years ago on it.
“No, ma’am,” says Peter.
“What are your names?”
“I’m Peter…”
“I’m Violet…”
“And I’m Isabella.” I finish. Isabella? Where did that come from?
“Isabella looks like Anelia, Mama,” says 5-year-old Mary Smith, trying to get a good look at me.
My heart stops for a second. No! This isn’t happening! It’s a dream and I’m going to wake up in Violet’s shed any minute. I pinch myself -hard- on the arm. No, it’s not a dream.
“She does sort of look like Anelia, honey,” replies Mrs. Smith. “But her hair is too long, and not curly. Besides, Anelia doesn’t wear glasses.” Then to us she says, “If you do see Anelia, call the number on here. Bye!” They walk away down the street towards their house.
“That was close, Anelia!” sighs Violet as soon as the Smiths are out of earshot.
“Too close,” agrees Peter. “Luckily my sister here is a good actress.”
“Luckily Violet had that bag of disguises, and her mom’s hair straightener,” I reply.
“Well, let’s get to rehearsal. We’re five minutes late.” Peter says, checking his watch.
We hurry down all the side streets until we reach the broken-down but still magnificent Mableton Theater. I hurry inside. Everyone seems to be here. I spot Tesha waving to me from the sixth row back. I hurry over to her, then pull the MISSING flyer out of my pocket. She stops giggling over my crazy getup when I show her what it says.
“Oh my gosh, Anelia,” she says. “Who are these people?”
“My old adopted parents, remember?” I ask. “That’s why I have to wear this szalony, nienawistny strój, który sprawia, że wyglądam jak dwa lata.” She stares at me blankly. Note to self- never start ranting in Polish in front of non-Polish speakers!
“Can I have your attention, please?” asks Peter. We all look at him.
“The first act in the show will be……”
He continues in this way, through a bunch of people doing different things.
“The last act in the show will be Anelia Kaminska and Tesha Narang performing an original skit called “Bear With Me”.
Tesha and I go up onstage. Our skit goes off without a hitch, and we sit back down.
(June 2, 2017 - 6:47 am)
TOOOOOOOOPPPPP
(June 3, 2017 - 1:38 pm)
TOOOOOOPPPPP
(June 3, 2017 - 2:31 pm)
After rehearsal is over the backstage crew offers to take us out for dinner, most of the cast are busy and can't go, exept for Anelia, and Anelia is Peter, Toad, and my responsibility, so we go, and Sarah and Tesha tag along to. I think Sarah and Toad are crushing on eachother, but whatever. We all walk expept for Luke, he ride in the car with a couple older kids from the backstage crew.
We all take a seat at a half-circle both at the pizzeria. I sit next to Luke who is on the edge, and I am next to Tesha who is next to Anelia, who is next to Brianna, who is next to Peter, who is next to Toad, that is sitting at the head of the table. I bottle up my anger as I see Peter blushing as Brianna talks to him. I turn to Luke and start talking to him instead of being angry.
"So you're the light and sound guy right?" I ask him. He smiles beca use he had no one to talk to.
"Yeah, I am pretty techy not to brag." He says cheerfully. I feel bad for him that he has to wear the air-tube.
"That is cool, do you like being backstage?" I ask, very intrested in this.
"Yeah, backstags is were all the magic happens!" He exclaims, "Are you the comedian?" I nod.
"Yeah, but I have to say, those jokes were terrible..." I sat truthfully. He acts like I am joking.
"No they were hilarious!" He says.
"Well thanks." I turn back to see Peter blankly smiling at Brianna, even though she was talking to Anelia.
"No! He has fell into her trap!" I think angrily to myself.
"Here is the pizza you lot ordered." The waitress says dully as she turns to go away. We all dig in.
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So creepy the CAPTCHA says ubec like Quebec, after we got out of school my teacher gave us a packet to finish over break, and the page I was on was about Geography, and it was the history of Quebec.....
(June 3, 2017 - 3:09 pm)
Sorry I haven't posted in so long. Two days ago I was abducted for high school initiation with my youth group (which involved everyone spraying shaving cream in the 9th grader's faces then throwing cheetos and seeing how many they could get to stick), and my cousin has been over a lot, so we mostly fangirl and fangirl and fangirl and...guess what? Do more fangirling over the craziest stuff. Right now it is Lord of the Rings and Hamilton.
Through it all, I've been worked so hard in swim team practices (20 push-ups if we get something wrong...I did them on my knees...shhhhh) that all my non-exsistant muscles are hurting, which is probably good for me, because I eat like a Hobbit ;)
Also, let's keep this RP modern, but in a quaint little town hidden in its own pocket of time.
But here I am! And here I intend to stay!
Peter~
I can't stop fidgeting under the table. I kick the table legs gently; rocking and tapping one foot after the other. Heel-toe, toe-heel...tap, tap, tap.
It was just like my mom to talk us into going out to supper. Of course, I did my best to make it look like she wasn't involved, and it had been the backstage crew (more kids I recruited from school)'s idea all along, but she came along to chaperone us anyway. It helps that she's generally fun to be around, even when she's trying to let us kids talk and be independent. What doesn't help is that she's clearly too young to be my real mother, and of course the fact that we look nothing alike.
Everyone knows now, I remind myself with a sigh of relief. It feels good to have finally told my story to someone.
To have friends.
Violet kicks me under the table. My eyes had wandered again, and somehow caught Brianna's gaze. I turn away quickly, and Violet gives me a wink and smiles a strange sort of smile. Of course she knows. She's my best friend (well, other than Toad).
After supper, we linger and wander. Mableton isn't especially pretty at night, but tonight it seems more brilliant than usual. Everything seems like a dream. The talking and laughter; the dangling ends of scarves and twitching smiles and hasty glances. The constellations shine extra bright.
Maybe even the stars know that the Mableton theater is a special place. A magical place; like it's always been to me. Next to me, Anelia squeezes my hand.
"You're Mom's the best," she whispers, "I can't wait until she knows."
Until she knows.
Just like that, reality comes crashing back, like a rough wave coming from behind that pulls you off your feet. There are still too many things to be worked out until the talent show and my complete family becomes a reality.
(June 3, 2017 - 8:45 pm)
*laughs* Oh dear-- *doubles over laughing* Check *laugh* CAC
(June 4, 2017 - 10:28 am)
What? I don't get it. I checked CAC. Which thread? What am I looking for? I'm confuzzled. *rereads post* everything I said is perfectly normal...right?
(June 4, 2017 - 7:42 pm)
There's a thread that was made that shows before Top there was Goop. Funny, right? XD
(June 5, 2017 - 6:17 am)
I'm really sorry, but I'm not going to be able to post a lot for the next month and I don't think I really have time to do this. All I did was post a charrie sheet so hopefully it's not too late. This is an amazing rp, I'm seriously sorry I have to leave.
Thanks!!!
(June 4, 2017 - 5:12 pm)
TOPPOKENUDGEGOOPWHATEVER! PLEASE!
(June 6, 2017 - 6:56 pm)
TOOOOOOP
(June 6, 2017 - 6:01 pm)
(June 6, 2017 - 11:12 pm)
MKAY I SHOULD DEFINITELY POST. Maybe this'll help me get past the mild case of writer's block that's been pestering me..... *sigh*
~Claire
Light it up, up, up, light it up, up up, light it up, up, up in the FIYAH!!!!!!
Claire frowned. A song about crashing and burning was probably not what she needed right now. Sighing, she switched her music to something more abstract and saxophone-based, and prepared herself for the long train ride ahead.
Unfortunately for her, she had not been able to snag a seat that morning, and so she had had to grab a metal pole and resign herself to swaying with the rhythm of the train. She didn't mind becoming one with the people around her, sharing the connection of them all moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.......
Her eyes closed as her mind began to wander, following the unheard melody of the train. She was feeling overwhelmed, tired, and braindead. The previous day had drained her, both physically and mentally. There had been so many people, shouting and laughing and running around, and the chaos had been so intense that it was impossible to find the music in it. Her piece had gone fine, but she simply wasn't satisfied with it. It felt to..... ordinary, too generic. She wanted to do something special, something that would bring tears to her listener's eyes, something that they would remember whether she won or lost.
What could I do. What would be different. What am I good at?
And then the answer hit her. The answer that had been there all along.
I just need to find the music.
She was going to write the song. The doors of the train swished open, and a the tide of people getting in and out intermingled, swirled together in a knot of noise and shoves, and settled again as the train pulled out. Claire smiled. She knew exactly how this song would go. She could almost hear it already. It would be a song of the place she loved best. A song of the city.
Now I just need someone to perform it with.
Quinn~
Quinn's dad had come home drunk again last night.
He'd thrown open the front door and come staggering in, his breath heavily laden with something sour, his words loud and slurred. He'd yelled something incomprehensible, tottered a few steps, than fallen forwards on his face. His mother had given a little scream, then called him and his little sister Jules over to help drag him onto the sofa.
He was still there, snoring, when Quinn and Jules snuck out of the house to school that morning. Quinn had thought ahead and packed his own lunch.
He reached the theater early, and started hauling speakers and running cables. He threw his mind and body into the work, and the work made his muscles burn in protest. It felt amazing.
A few minutes later, Luke came in through the back door. Quinn paused his work and walked over to him. He had left some light equipment in the back closet specifically for Luke, because he looked like the kind of kid who desperately wanted to help, but often couldn't. "Hey, Luke, there are a few pieces of equipment still in the back closet. Think you can set them up?". Luke blinked in surprise. "Um.... yeah, of course, if you need me to". He smiled slightly. "Thanks".
After they finished setting up, Luke and Quinn retired the the director's booth and started fiddling with the sound board/ light controls (:p lol I have no idea what people who direct lights fiddle with). As they worked, a stream of people began to flood the room, and Quinn decided that this was much, much better than spending the evening waiting in fear for his father to return.
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Luna says "wxww". I feel like that stands for something but I can't remember it now..... Oh, but earlier, when I had to reload the page, she said "atat". I guess I know who gives HER phone service XD
(June 8, 2017 - 9:01 am)
I don't even bother to go into the house, I just walk straight to the tree-house my father and I built, right before the incident when he started to abuse me. I have everything I need up in my treehouse, a mirror, a few of my clothes, drapes on the branches so no one can see and who could forget my tuba. I slump down in a pile of blankets. I sigh.
"Ibf mom hadn't died I would still have a happy life, dad wouldn't throw his beer bottles at me, or punch me when he was mad...."
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I am going on summer vacation so cannot post sorry!
(June 8, 2017 - 3:53 pm)