@Fraust
(Sure)
(Sure)
(Do you want to start, or should I? Unless Shade wants to.)
(I can show up)
Lloyd walked into play practice and set his bag down. They were supposed to figure out what roles they were and get their scripts today. He’d forgotten to eat again, but he justified it with ‘I ate yesterday’.
A shadow of a girl sat in the farthest left side in the back of the front section. She was nearly invisible, as anyone who looked her way didn't notice her in the least. Her pencil tapped on her leg as her soft brown eyes darted around for inspiration.
Lloyd spotted someone (tfw you’re invisible but the other invisible person still sees you), but didn’t say anything to them. Wonder what role she has? He wondered to himself, sitting down to wait for the others.
Belle was camping out with the other crew members on stage left. They were just talking and having fun like crew members do when they're not being yelled at by the director.
I suppose I should talk to someone… the tech crew should be here, right? Lloyd stood up and went backstage. “Hey, Belle.”
She snapped her head up and smiled slightly. "Hey Lloyd, what's up?"
“Well, I think I showed up early.” He laughed a bit. “There’s almost no one here. I think Lillian’s probably going to force me to eat more often, you know. I may have… uh, passed out yesterday. Twice. But that’s not that important… how are you?”
((I has created a character?))
"Um, I'm alright. It's good to know you're doing better." She gave a lopsided smile, not really sure how to react.
Lloyd nodded. “I mean, I forgot to eat again this morning, but it’s okay. I ate yesterday.”
"Yeah, I know the feeling. At least you have someone to point it out." She laughed.
“Yeah… I don’t have a job or anything, so I actually don’t buy food in the first place. There’s legitimately no food in my apartment.” Wait… is it suspicious that I said it’s my apartment? Does that imply that I live alone?
"Oh so you live alone?" She tilted her head curiously. How did he pay for an apartment without a job? Parents, maybe?
“Uh… n-no?” Lloyd said weakly. “Oh, who am I kidding… I’m a terrible liar. Yeah, I… I-I live alone. Is that… bad?”
"No! Not at all! I was just…curious." She shrugged. Boy, this kid got nervous quick.
((I has created a character?))
(Then throw'em in!)
((Sksksk a'ight. Just…toss her in wherever?))
(Well we're all in the auditorium for play practice so preferably there but yes wherever.)
“Alright…” But it is bad. You know it’s not normal for a fifteen year old to be living alone. He cleared his throat nervously. “Do you know where any of the others are?” (Trying to figure out a way to reveal his angelness oof)
Lillian walked into the auditorium after school. It was the only real reason she was here today, if not then she would have been home nursing her bruises. Luckily, she had managed to sneak a granola bar past her mother to give to Lloyd. She spotted Lloyd on the stage and made her way up there.
“Oh, hi Lillian!” Lloyd waved to her. “How are you?”
Cassandra fixed her normal bored scowl in place as she slipped into the auditorium, scanning the place for whoever was in charge. This was the administrations new plan to keep her out of trouble, spending her days after school doing grunt work for the play.
Lillian waved back and hopped up next to him, "I'm okay. Here have a granola bar."
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