☾ Katmere Academy ☽ discussion

Flint walked around backstage, doing final touches from the last production they did. It was still a bit dirty and with new teachers rolling in, he took it up on himself to clear out the backstage for an upcoming play they had talked about. He hummed, moving a poster board prop. Luckily he didn't have football or dance practice today, Mr. Ashido, all the good kids called him, was letting things settle before jumping into it. So he got lucky.

Grayson walked into the auditorium to start practicing lines. They saw another student, Flint maybe. "Hello, sir." He said.

Flint glanced up, flashing the newcomer- scenting faintly like a vampire- a wide smile. "Hey, practicing for the play auditions?" He asked, setting the prob to the side. He turned to the vampire, faintly recalling a name from meetings but unable to put a finger on it.

"Yes I am, sir." Grayson smiled back. "You're Flint right?" They asked with a gesture.

Flint nodded. "Mhm. No need for Sir... Grayson?" He guessed, raising a brow in question. He hoped he got it right, as he liked to believe he was very aware of his fellow peers. went and stood next to th hoped-to-be-Grayson vampire.

"I'm just very used to using sir but I'll try not to. And yes I am Grayson." They said as he took a step backwards.

Flint smiled and held out a hand. "Well, then. It's fine, Flint works for me." He frowned when they stepped back. "Did I do something wrong? I promise I won't bite." He joked.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just instinct." Grayson took a step forward and shook Flint's hand.

Flint shook their hand and smiled, letting go after a moment. "Just makin' sure. Nice to meet you. So, you're a vampire right? I don't like to assume, but you had the scent." He said, smiling warmly at them.

"I am a vampire, have been for a while." Grayson smiled back at him.

Flint hummed. "Ah, I see." He went back to picking stuff up and reorganizing it. He paused. "Do you want to help me? This has to be picked up before we even think about doing that play. We're still waiting for an official teacher to lead the club. So it's a work in progress." He said, turning slightly to Grayson.

"I love organizing. Of course, I'll help you." Grayson kneeled down and started to clean as well.

Flint smiled. "Thanks. Having been in the club since I've been here it's nice to have some help." He said, moving to the other props to put them in the props closet at the back of the dressing room.

"I just joined the club. I'm in cheerleading as well." Grayson said as he organized the art supplies for the sets.

Flint grinned. "So you'll be at the game on Friday. I'm in football. But Friday morning I'm doing one-on-one for the dance team so I can play in the game. You'll be on the sidelines cheering, hm?" He stacked in the closet, careful so they could use it again.

Masami poked his head into the auditorium, looking around. He had been running around the school...well, just from the French classroom to the football field, and then here...to find Flint. "Flinty, you in here?" He questioned.

Flint perked up and hummed. "One sec." He said to Grayson. He came out from behind the stage to better hear what sounded, and now smelled, like Masami, his dance coach. "Masa! Yes, I'm here. What's up?" He walked to the stage and got up on it, waiting for Masami.

"Flint-Darling! There you are!" Masami walked into the room entirly now, his typical random, but somehow great, fashion on of a pair of rainbow skinny jeans and a white fitted shirt on. "I need help with recruiting, a couple girls and a guy just left the dance team."

Flint huffed. "What the fuck! The year just started. How come the spellcasters even have more than us? We work our asses off- Wait no, the baseball team does that. Anyhoes, I can try." He looked at his coach and crossed his arms, gold eyes pouty. Out of all the extracurricular activities he participated in, dance was his favorite. Only because he got to watch the baseball team practice on Fridays. Which was a great bonus.

Masami sighed, shoulders slouching. "I know, I don't like it either. Kyle quit because it's his last year and he wanted to do quizbowl instead, try to keep his mind thinking or some shit. Then the girls that quit wanted to do volleyball." He said, rolling his eyes. His yellow eyes then went alight at 'baseball team'. "Ooh! Speaking of the baseball team though, they had to get in a practice today, it's later today. You going with me to watch?" He questioned, always seeing Flint there as well. Masami of course went to see the baseball couches ass, but it started becoming a thing that he and Flint would sit together

"Kyle's a dick anyway, that mutt. No wonder he's single. Volleyball? They must like wedgegies. Damn. That puts us down to nothing." He pouted more and then lightened at the suggestion. He sometimes went on his own, which was how he found Masami in his free time anyways. Watching the Coach's ass wasn't a bad pastime, he had a nice one, but he went for the certain numbers he had tabs on. He hummed happily and nodded. "Hell yeah! I love for my dose of Ass- I mean baseball." He smiled innocently and jumped off stage, landing swiftly.

"Right!? Now me, I'm a better coach cause I make yall's shit, and make it so that they're comfortable to whoever's wearing it. but no, fuck me apparently." He said, throwing his hands up some, then smiled when Flint agreed. "Sweet. Yeah, can't go wrong with some baseball."

Flint chuckled. "Seriously! You have hands of magic in more than one way, Coach." He winked and recalled his outfits from the competitions Masami had made. He was talented for sure. "But yep. Baseball. Now, let's go see if your favorite coach is there, hm? Help him 'set up'." Flint smiled fiendishly. He wouldn't admit it, but he hoped Masami succeeded in his endeavors, as he personally knew both of them, having taken French the past three years.

Masami gave a set of jazz hands in response. "If you were older I could show you more." He joked lightly with a wink of his own. "But hell yeah. Maybe some of your favorites have arrived early." He said, giving a small wriggle of his eyebrows.

Flint 'ooh'ed. "For sure. Maybe finally meet 32? He seems nice." He said, walking up to Masami. "And that's too damn bad, isn't it?" He mock sighed. "Alright, before I get sad at my misfortunes of being too young, let's head to the field." He called out a goodbye to Grayson, wishing them luck on their lines and stretched.

"You talking about his ass or skills?" Masami joked, leading the way out of the auditorium, walking backwards. He gave a soft, dramatic sigh. "It truly is. If only you were born a decade earlier." He said, clutching his heart before leading the way to the field.

Flint chuckled. "Nah, nah. Let's be honest, packing French croissant would STILL have your attention on him. Don't EVEN deny it, Masa. And maybe a bit of both? He had a wicked arm. From what I can see." He added with an innocent smile, following Masami as he led the way to the field.

Masami chuckled and nodded. "Very true." He agreed, turning so he didn't run into anyone, which he almost did even. "Fair enough though. I say go for that ass though." He said, looking to him with a joking wink.

Grayson turned the corner as he had finished organizing. "I finished cleaning Flint, oh who are you, sir?" They asked as they saw the new person

Alexander sat in a seat near the back of the auditorium silently. A new script had just been released. How exciting! And he was ready to get the lead role in this play.
The older brother stretched out in the top row of the seating. The lights were dim in the area as usual. A bell rang signaling free period had started, but he was already here since he'd already skipped his father's class. Plenty of the academy's actors would be here soon to receive the brand new script before part auditioning would begin soon.
As the 11th grader looked down again at the script he could hear the doors opening and closing. He looked up and pulled his phone out to make sure his hair was perfect. The symbolic face of Tom Holland, everyone said he looked like the famous actor just taller. To him, the actor looked like him since he'd be playing the new large parts, not some loser human. Or a loser human pretending to be a spider and superhero at the same time.
Putting his phone back down and placing it in his back right jean pocket, Alexander went back to reading the script trying to keep reading and ignore the fact that another actor was there already. He needed to memorize the lines of the lead role first so he had a better chance. After all, he was to best actor in the school according to himself, his sister, and his professor father.

(I might not match the amount of writing you put as I am not super experienced and I don't have much time right now but I will try to put in a decent amount. Also, the t key on my Chromebook is trying to give out so that sucks.)

Grayson had work to do. Ey had just gotten a monologue assignment from his theater class and wanted to start practicing for it. After all, they deeply cared about grades and this was a big project. He walked up to the auditorium doors and opened them, eager to start practice. As ey walked in, ey saw another person, most likely working as well. Ey didn't want to interrupt so he went to the other side of the room, out of courtesy. Ey reached into their bag and got out eir script, before adjusting his beanie and taking a seat. He quite liked the script he had chosen, something about memories destroying a person, seemed fun. Grayson then began his work in silence.

Alexander glanced up every once in a while to see that the other guy was up to. When he finally saw a script come out he stood up and slowly made his way down. "What script you got?" he asked when he was getting close enough to start a conversation.

((Running low on time so this one had to be short. Sorry!))

(It's fine. I typically write shorter ones anyways.)

Grayson looked over to the person nearby and gave a slight smile. "It's the short monologue unit in theater class, I chose 'Destroy Me' for my script." Ey paused and thought for a little bit. "Are you here to practice a script as well, sir?"

Alexander rolled his eyes. "No, I got the next play script for the school drama club," he said. Some class script. What a loser! Alexander was obviously mean and toxic like his sister not entirely a decent person.
Placing a hand on his hip, he rolled his eyes again and then looked around as more kids began to flow in. Obviously, these kids were more serious about theatre and looking for the play script for the drama club.

Grayson knew that responding to negativity with positivity typically threw people off, so that's exactly what ey intended to do. "That's lovely, sir. I do tech crew for drama and sometimes minor roles. You seem like someone who's going for a big role though. Grayson stated with a smile. /Hope that's enough to throw him off/

(I don't remember the font things so I'll just use slashes for thoughts)