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Theater RPG!
Theater RPG!
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Peter Caminski needs a place to hold a very special talent show, so when his uncle lets him use the old, broken down Mableton Theater, he gets started fixing it up right away. Full of determination, Peter advertises his talent show all over town. He's trying to handpick a very special group of people for a special reason, and the theater gives him just the place to get started. However, Peter quickly realizes that someone is working against him. Snapped cables, crashing lights and sound equipment going haywire just when he needs it most isn't a coincidence. Someone doesn't want him to host a talent show at the Mableton Theater. So, the question is, are you going to audition? You'll probably get into quite a mess, and if you go to Mabelton Public High School, you'll probably get teased for hanging out with Peter Caminski, and of course, I can't promise that getting a bunch of theater-inspired teens and tweens together isn't going to include a lot of fighting and friendship troubles. But Peter needs you—now more than ever.
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This will work like a regular RPG for the most part. Every day I will post a "weather report." which will basically help us keep everyone on the same page with the plot (for instance, a "weather report" could outline sunny skies for our gang, or dark clouds when something ominous is looming. It will make more sense later, but it shouldn't change the flow of the story.
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Now for the charrie sheet! I will be making another character later in the story.
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 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.
Other: It would be cool if he finally found a good friend with one of your characters since he really doesn't have any.
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Weather Report #1
Today's weather is a snowstorm of unique and a dash of determination. Low clouds are on the horizen however moving closer every time Peter puts up an advertisement poster...
submitted by Rose bud, age 14
(December 30, 2016 - 12:53 pm)
(December 30, 2016 - 12:53 pm)
What's an RPG?
My character will be a new girl since I joined late.
Name: Daniella Eman
Age (12-19 please):12
Appearence: Long black hair usually hiding most of her face, medeterannian complexion, uncertain smile, almost coal black eyes
Personality: Shy, loyal, very dependant on logic and strategics
Something they are hiding: Dad died recently, deflating her courage
Talents (anything from picking locks to to singing to lightning-fast sketching): Awsome fencer
Other: Loves vidio games. And no crushes... yet.
(December 31, 2016 - 2:54 pm)
Jasmine~
As my tall old fashioned red brick house came into view, I sighed, forcing my feet to move forward with every step. I new they wouldn't allow it. As soon as I saw the bright colourful talent-show poster pinned on a post next to the walkway, I new the wouldn't allow it. Apparently I had to "concentrate on school work." it was true. Ever since I left her old home in Calafornia, I grades had been dropping. Imissed my old friends, my old house, my dog that they had to leave behind. I shook my head, promising my self that I would not think of Sandy.
I'll do it. I thought to myself. They can't stop me. I'm thirteen now. A opened the gate slowly and tiptoed into the front yard. I quietly opened the door and dashed upstairs before anyone could notice my. I pulled my phone out of my bag and dialled the numbers slowly, my hands shaking.
"Hello?" I said, "Is this Peter Caminski? I'd like to Audition for the talent show, please."
(December 31, 2016 - 4:33 pm)
Rowan Dover-
I actually sleep in my house tonight (It feels nice compared to the park benches I'm used to.) When I wake up, I refuse it's Saturday.
Time to audition for the Takent Show.
I grab my bag, checking it for all of my supplies, then jump out the window.
I land running, and race down the street. Finally, I make it to the theater. The grand building is beautiful, much nicer than the school one we use for meetings and speech contests. I step through the large doors, hearing my footsteps echo as I walk down the isles between the rows of velvet seats. When J get to the front, I see a boy sitting in a chair smack in the middle of the first row. I'm guessing this is the person hosting the talent show.
Hmm, he looks familiar. Do I know him from somewhere...? Nah. I doubt it. He probably just looks like one of the kids I've beat up before (it was self defense!), or maybe someone on the bus. I doubt I actually know him.
I step into stage, and he nods. I guess I'm supposed to do something.
So I sing.
Once I'm done, he stares at me, stunned.
"Where did you learn that?" He asks.
"Oh, I, um, well- I just kind of made it up. Just now." I stutter. I'm not used to singing in front of people, in fact, I haven't done it since I found out my dad died.
But before he can respond, I hear a large crash from the back of the theater.
"What was that?"
(December 31, 2016 - 7:04 pm)
Embers, your post was great, but is it okay if we don't do the auditions quite yet? I want to get everyone together.
Peter~
Okay, so after I found a collection of old hats (the only remainder of the do-doubt huge collection of costumes) and plucked a forgotten hairpin from its interier, I realized that I still couldn't get the lock open. It must be different than the ones I pick all the time around our house just for kicks. I admit the first thing that crosses my mind is: "Hey! I'm trapped here, so now I can finally finish season 2 of X-men!" I know it's ridiculous, but I actually pull out my phone before realizing there wasn't any service down here. It's getting late. My parents will be worried. Determination flooding into my fingertips, I pick up the bent pin again and set to work on the lock, but to my surprise, it opens easily. Must have been a faulty lock, but still...it doesn't make sense. Hurriedly, I climb the stairwell and dash out to the audience, before realizing that the door at the top of the stairwell was closed. I left it open, expecting to take more loads of stuff downstairs. I race as fast as I can out of the lonely theater. It doesn't take much to scare me, but this definitely qualifies as haunting. Something's up. I know it.
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I get a few more calls before supper and happily write their names down. Carefully, I read over my plans for auditions and reherasals.
Weather report #2
The upcoming weather is a tempermental hurricane. Troublesome thunder clouds most of the day. However, "in the eye of a hurricane there is quiet" so expect a new group of friends to have formed at the auditions before the trouble resumes...
(December 31, 2016 - 10:00 pm)
So, when are we doing the auditions?
(January 1, 2017 - 12:54 am)
Let's do them today. Can everyone send their charries to the theater please?
(January 1, 2017 - 9:59 am)
@Rose Bud No, it's fine! I completely understand. Can we use my previous post for when I do audition though? I can modify it if you want.
(January 1, 2017 - 7:07 am)
~Anelia(Translated from Polish)
Tonight, the Smiths treated me like a slave, as usual. Why did I take their last name when I moved with them? Oh. They WANTED me to. Well, I'm changing my last name back. I'm Anelia Kaminska now. And I'm going to run away and leave this house forever.
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Tonight, when Mr. and Mrs. Smith went to bed, I gathered my few things, left my bedroom(really just a walk-in closet) and headed for the kitchen. Mrs Smith Was In The Kitchen!Her back was to me, so I quickly hid under the table. After 3 hours(that was what it felt like, it was probably just 3 minutes) she went upstairs. I slipped out from under the table, opened a window, and jumped. Luckily, the ground was only 4 feet down, so all I got was a bruise on my arm.
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Now, I had an even bigger problem. Where to spend the night? Even though it wasn't too cold, I didn't want to sleep outside. Have I mentioned that it is pouring rain? Finally, I spotted an apartment building. I went into the lobby, and slept behind a fake cactus.
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When I awoke, tere was a girl standing over me, who looked about my age. she had short,dark brown hair and untied sneakers. "Who are you?" I asked. She just looked at me. Then, I remembered that most people around here didn't speak Polish. I repeated the question in English. "I 'm Tesha" she said. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"I'm Anelia Kaminska" I said in English, "And I needed a place to spend the night" Then, I blurted out "Are you auditioning for the talent show?"
"Maybe" she said. "Are you?" "Yes. I will be acting, but I don't know what play I should do."
A smile lit up Tesha's face. "Wait here" she said. A few minutes later, she came back with a notebook. She showed me a few plays, and we decided on one to do. She will make me a copy, and bring it to school on Monday.
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(January 1, 2017 - 8:50 am)
Tesha~ (Is today a Saturday or Sunday?)
Tesha did not expect to see a girl passed out in the lobby on her way to the library.
It had been a normal morning up until that point. She woke up early in hopes of staying out of her mom's way, got ready, wrote a bit, then left just as her dad was coming home from his shift. Her bag slung over her shoudler, shoes untied as usual, she hopped down the stairs two at a time. Then, she saw the girl. She must've been around Tesha's age, with a long, red braid and a tall figure. Tesha went over to see if she was okay, but then, she woke up.
The girl sat up quickly, then said something in another language. Tesha just stared. Then, she repeated the question, this time in English. "Who are you?"
"I'm Tesha," she replied. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"I'm Anelia Kaminska," She said, in English. "And I needed a place to stay the night." Then, she blurted out, "Are you auditioning for the talent show?"
Tesha thought for a moment. "Maybe. Are you?"
"Yes. I'll be acting, but I don't know what play I should do."
Tesha grinned. What a coincidence that the actor she needed was right here in her apartment building. "Wait here." She said.
Tesha dashed up the stairs and into her apartment. When she opened the door, her mother was yelling at Faran, a perfect distraction. She snuck into the room all of her siblings shared and grabbed the notebook. A minute later, she was back in the lobby.
"So, I, um, write a lot of plays. If you want to do any of them." Tesha said, offering her the notebook. Anelia flipped through the pages, finally picking one called 'Bear With Me', which was about two girls who got lost in the forest and encountered a 'bear' that was actually their camp conselor. It was one of Tesha's funniest skits. "This one's a good one. We can do it together, if you want."
"Sounds good." Tesha smiled. "Okay, I'll make you a copy and bring it to school on Monday."
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At school on Monday, Tesha met Anelia with a few copies of 'Bear With Me' in her hand. "Auditions are tonight. That doesn't leave us much time to practice," Tesha said.
The girl nodded. "We're gonna have to learn the lines, quick. Hey, do you want to practice after school?"
Then, the bell rang. Tesha nodded. "We can meet behind the school. See you then!"
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The rest of the school day was uneventful. Tesha spent most of her classtime reading over the lines, but she had written the play, after all- she knew them by heart. Minutes seem to last for hours. When the final bell wrang, she nearly jumped out of her seat.
Anelia was waiting for her behind the building, reading over her lines. "Hi," Tesha said, setting down her olive green backpack.
"Ready?" Tesha nodded. Anelia set the script down, taking a deep breath. "I knew we never should've left camp!"
They went back and forth for a while. Anelia only dropped one line, which she said she could get by that night. Tesha was amazed at how quickly she memorized. It would've taken her days, even weeks, to do what Anelia did in one school day. She knew their audition was going to be great.
They practiced the skit over and over and over, not stopping even when the sun began to set. Tesha wondered if Anelia had parents who would be mad at her for staying out this late, or parents like her own that didn't care where their kids were. She checked her watch. "It's getting close to audition time. I think we should go."
Tesha and Anelia walked to the theater together, still reading over the lines and discussing things they would do. Nervous butterflies flitted around in Tesha's stomach. You can do this, she told herself.
Then, they entered the theater, where Peter and a few other kids were waiting.
(January 1, 2017 - 2:16 pm)
Toad~
Steven tried to help Toad select a piece to play for auditions, but really, he knew nothing about music. "What about this one?" His brother asked, holding up a page of scales.
"Yeah, Steve, why don't you just let me choose." Toad replied, putting the scales back in his folder. He had been working on a piece called Prelude et Scherzo, but it was a piano duet. There were a few decent songs in his lesson book, but he wanted to make an impression. Finally, he chose Badinere by Bach, the most advanced thing he'd ever played, but the most practiced as well. It was a risk he was willing to take.
"Can I watch you practice?" Steven asked. Toad knew his brother didn't have anything better to do, and it didn't bother him, so he agreed. "Just don't interrupt me." He said.
Toad set up his music stand, and his brother pulled up a chair. As Toad raised his flute to his lips, Steven softly said, "He has orange hair, too."
Steven didn't have to specify who 'he' was- the new boy, who he had been gushing about to Toad ever since he'd confessed his crush. Toad grinned. "Well, you can reuse some of your terrible jokes on him, then."
Steven feigned a scowl. And, for the rest of the evening, Toad practiced and practiced, only stopping to give his brother a hard time about something. Finally, it started to sound pretty nice.
Steven yawned. "I'm going to bed. Keep practicing, loser, we need those ice cream coupons!"
Toad put away his instrument and climbed into bed. Auditions were coming up faster than he thought possible.
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On the day of auditions, Toad wasn't as nervous as he thought he'd be. He had confidence in his ability to play the piece, and like his mom always said, "Fake it 'til you make it." As long as he kept his head up, he'd be fine.
School went by quickly, and he rushed through his homework just to get it finished, so he could have more time to rehearse. Steven had basketball practice. Toad kind of missed his company, but only a little bit. It was much easier to practice when you didn't have somebody interrupting you every five seconds.
The alarm on his phone when off before he knew it. Toad grabbed his flute, stand, and music, said goodbye to his parents, and began walking to the theater.
(January 1, 2017 - 2:58 pm)
As I arrived at the theatre, there were a few poeple I could see that were obviously auditioning, all much larger than I am. As I sat down in the corner thinking about what I bad just done, my stomach was a mixed up mess of excitement and butterflies. I practised my song over and over again under my breath. I knew I could sing. if I got in to the Talent Show, maybe I could show my parents that Im not useless, that I can do just as much as my older brother Andrew.
Suddenly I heard a voice, the voice I had heard on the other end of the phone call my name.
"Jasmine Young."
And I excitedly stepped into the Audition room.
(January 1, 2017 - 4:41 pm)
~Anelia (translated from Polish)
At school on Monday, Tesha gave me a copy of the skit, ¨Bear With Me¨. It is very funny, about 2 kids at camp, who think they see a bear, but it is only really their counselor.I practiced it all through lunch and between classes. But I am so nervous. The Auditions are tonight!!!!!
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After school, Tesha and I practiced and practiced until 4:00. I learned all my lines by heart. Then, we started for the theater. When we got there, there were a few people already there: a boy in a wheelchair with bright orange hair, a girl with a brown ponytail wearing an army jacket, and, of course, Peter. ¨Hello¨ I said, finally remembering to use English. ¨We- Tesha and I- are here to audition.¨ ¨Anelia, right?¨ he asked. I nodded. ¨Welcome to the Mableton Talent show auditions.¨ Peter said.
(January 1, 2017 - 7:26 pm)
Name: Mira Diaza
Age: 14
Appearence: Blond hair with big curls, cut short like a boy's. Big blue eyes and a mischevous smile. Short and thin.
Personality: Quiet and good at keeping secrets, but also easily defensive. Has a fun side that sometimes shows itself, but usually serious and focused. Not easily intimidated, ready to prove herself.
Something they are hiding: If she's hiding it, why would she tell you?
Talents: She is an amazing cellist (and composer) and is also a fairly good singer, actor, and dancer.
Other: Maybe. I don't know right now.
(January 1, 2017 - 7:36 pm)
Peter~
"Peter, eat your cereal. Peter? Peter?! Put your notebook down and eat your breakfast!" Mom has this soft, hazy voice that doesn't do much to hide her frusteration with me. Slapping my notebook on the table, I grab a few fistfulls of cereal straight from the box and then sprint out the door. Dad left early to work, so I have to bike (again).
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Speeding along the sidewalks towards the old theater, I can't believe that I'm ACTUALLY HOSTING A TALENT SHOW! My fingers shake with excitement as I fumble with the lock. Inside, the magnificent theater takes my breath away, as usual. I sprint through the lobby and down to the stage. The curtains hide all the mess backstage I still have to deal with. It looks so darn perfect. All my worries from last night fly away. Nothing could possibly harm me here.
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I mess around in the lighting booth and almost electruting myself several times (how many times have I almost died in this theater? I'm loosing count) before everything is set. And then I sit and wait in the front row. My watch ticks way too slowly to keep up with my racing heartbeat. Then the lobby door opens, and I hear foosteps...
it all happens like a dream. I greet each contestant with a smile and quick announcment about how things will work, and then I sit down again and start calling names. The first one is Rowan. I did that on purpose. She stands up and walks as if in a trance to the stage, and begins to sing. The theater and all the kids in it (yes, even the one with the bright orange hair) fade away. There is no music or beat to accompany her, but somehow she stays so perfectly and wonderfully on key, and oh my gosh she's changed so much. She doesn't even recognize me.
"Where did you learn that?" I ask. When she says she made it up, I can't believe it. I'm about to tell her who I am, but then I bite my tongue. I have to be proffesional, so I call the next name (or in this case, names). But before the pair of girls can rise and walk up to the stage, there is a crash from behind the back curtain. Everyone stares at me. I'm a little nervous, but these things have happened before.
"Sorry about that, this place isn't what it used to be. Please...er...continue," I apologize. And then the lights blink out.
(January 1, 2017 - 8:47 pm)
~Anelia (Translated from Polish)
Peter calls from the stage, ¨Anelia Kaminska and Tesha Narang.¨ Finally, it is our turn! I start walking towards the stage, but suddenly, a loud crash sounds from behind the curtain. I jump about a foot in the air, but Peter assures us that everything is all right. We go into the auditioning room, and act our skit. At the end, Peter laughed and clapped, and scribbled something in his notebook, which says PETER CAMINSKI across the front. I notice the similarity between our last names. Caminski. Kaminska. Suddenly, I look at Peter in a new way. I gasp, and Tesha´s worried face and Peter´s surprised one become blurry. Then, everything goes black.
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When I come to, both faces look down at me. I guess I fainted. That´s strange. Then, I remember my revelation and almost faint again. Yes. It had to be him. The messy brown hair, the green eyes so similar to my own. ¨Piotr! Is that you?!? Oh, I missed you, big brother!¨ He has obviously recognised me too. ¨Anelia!¨ He said. ¨I missed you, too. What a coincidence that we both ended up in Mableton.¨
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Side note: While Peter and Anelias´ last name is not excactly the same, often boys´ would end with other letters, and girls´ would end with A.
(January 1, 2017 - 9:26 pm)