15 points
Work is So Strange by Quille Haze
February 12th, 2012 4:43 PM
I stood in for a good friend of mine, a freshman, so that she could sleep in the library, defended her mother's honor, got into a fistfight that ended with me choking a girl/boy supposedly a lot larger and stronger than me. I was dragged off and locked in a coffin, forgotten about for about fifteen minutes, in which I took a nice nap, but then woken up and taken out of the coffin so that I could storm in with a big stick and threaten the imaginary person in the coffin.
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It's a musical.
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We're doing Oliver!
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My friend Erin is a freshman, and she had the flu. However, we still needed to block Scene 4. We sent her to go sleep in the library because she accidentally missed the early bus.
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In the scene we were doing, Oliver gets into a fight with Noah Claypole, played by my friend Crystal.
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Oh yeah, we're an all-girls' school. So all of us are girls playing boys.
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I/Oliver wins the fights. Even though Crystal/Noah is supposed to be a lot bigger and scarier. And I/Oliver gets dragged to the coffin. And locked in.
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The director was so busy giving instructions to everyone else about how to react afterwards that she sort of forgot I was in the coffin.
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It's a seriously comfy coffin. I had a nice nap.
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I'm Mr. Bumble. The evil beadle, the one whom Oliver come to in order to ask for more gruel. And I'm the guy who in response threatens to throw him down a "long dark winding stairway without any banister" and "feed him on cockroaches served in a canister."
Then I sell him.
Anyways, I'm called to figure out what's wrong with him. And I get to rant about meat, and how the kid should have been kept on gruel.
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This character is the antithesis of me.
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Seriously.
He speaks in such improper English that it hurts: "Them paupers is not contented."
He would drown kittens with pleasure.
And he preaches about the evils of meat.
I'm pretty much the most open-minded vegetarian you'll find. Sure, I don't like meat, but it's still awesome if you want. My choice is my personal choice.
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Coffin fighting. Best weird activity. Nearly as awesome as learning how to play Dr. Horrible songs on a ukutar. (Which is technically called a guitalele.)
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If only this were a few weeks ago. I saved a space station twenty years in the future from crashing into Shanghai, while dealing with zombie automatons and figuring out how to bind their souls to their bodies using the mach-3 skinsuits that those homicidal Fidiani were wearing. Um, watch out for an alien invasion in 2031. Although we think the Galactic Council might be cool with some sort of refugee plan.
~~~~~
It's a musical.
~~~~~
We're doing Oliver!
~~~~~
My friend Erin is a freshman, and she had the flu. However, we still needed to block Scene 4. We sent her to go sleep in the library because she accidentally missed the early bus.
~~~~~
In the scene we were doing, Oliver gets into a fight with Noah Claypole, played by my friend Crystal.
~~~~~
Oh yeah, we're an all-girls' school. So all of us are girls playing boys.
~~~~~
I/Oliver wins the fights. Even though Crystal/Noah is supposed to be a lot bigger and scarier. And I/Oliver gets dragged to the coffin. And locked in.
~~~~~
The director was so busy giving instructions to everyone else about how to react afterwards that she sort of forgot I was in the coffin.
~~~~~
It's a seriously comfy coffin. I had a nice nap.
~~~~~
I'm Mr. Bumble. The evil beadle, the one whom Oliver come to in order to ask for more gruel. And I'm the guy who in response threatens to throw him down a "long dark winding stairway without any banister" and "feed him on cockroaches served in a canister."
Then I sell him.
Anyways, I'm called to figure out what's wrong with him. And I get to rant about meat, and how the kid should have been kept on gruel.
~~~~~
This character is the antithesis of me.
~~~~~
Seriously.
He speaks in such improper English that it hurts: "Them paupers is not contented."
He would drown kittens with pleasure.
And he preaches about the evils of meat.
I'm pretty much the most open-minded vegetarian you'll find. Sure, I don't like meat, but it's still awesome if you want. My choice is my personal choice.
~~~~~
Coffin fighting. Best weird activity. Nearly as awesome as learning how to play Dr. Horrible songs on a ukutar. (Which is technically called a guitalele.)
~~~~~
If only this were a few weeks ago. I saved a space station twenty years in the future from crashing into Shanghai, while dealing with zombie automatons and figuring out how to bind their souls to their bodies using the mach-3 skinsuits that those homicidal Fidiani were wearing. Um, watch out for an alien invasion in 2031. Although we think the Galactic Council might be cool with some sort of refugee plan.