Talent Show!!! ( June Monthly Event )

[Kevala Katashi]

June is a rather boring month, at least in the mind of Kevala Katashi-Badoer, the Superintendent here at PHS #8011. Not like anything really interesting happens other than Father's Day and to be honest, that is the absolute LAST holiday that she would ever acknowledge let alone celebrate or organize and event around.

So, to alleviate the boredom and to give the students AND the teachers something fun to do..(and to provide herself with some rather amusing entertainment) she has decided to put together a Talent Show. True, it is a bit last minute, but then, she had not been expecting to have to run this month's event.

PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL #8011 TALENT SHOW!

Rewards: +5 EXP and $500 cash

Requirements:

• Character must do something in order to show that they are preparing for the Talent Show. (ie. Sitting down and picking out an act, getting the act ready, recruiting NPCs to help, etc)
  
  
• Character must make it a point to perform their act at the talent show. You know, strut your stuff, sing a song, do something.
  
  
• Word count of 700+ words

(Keep in mind that teachers are welcome to participate as well if they really want to...Its not limited to students only.)

Where: This event will take place in the school auditorium. For the actual talent show, just assume that it is a packed house, no seating left available. Both students AND parent as well as teachers are there.

End Date: June 30, 2012 (yes I know that this is a week short of what you usually get, but I am sure you guys can pull it off. <3 )

[Ryu Hikari]

I can't believe I got myself into this...

Ryu’s arms were folded across his chest, his index finger of his left hand tapping impatiently against his right arm, looking extremely pissed off, as he stood in the back area of the auditorium stage, waiting to go on stage for his act for the school talent show. If this were an anime, Ryu would have an anger mark on his forehead. But seeing as this was not an anime, there was no such indication that Ryu was becoming more and more frustrated. How did Ryu end up in the talent show in the first place? Well...

- A Few Days Ago -

"A talent show?"

Ryu asked in disbelief, as his hand hovered in mid-air from reaching up to grab one of his books on the top shelf of his locker.

"Why the hell would I want to participate in it anyways?"

Ryu frowned at Mai, wondering if the sunlight had finally gotten to her, since she spent all her free time sketching outside underneath the cherry blossom tree in their backyard.

"C’mon nii-san, I heard from Tasha that Aunty Kevala is the one that organized it."

"So why do I have to do it? Why can’t you do it?"

"I have very important... business to attend to."

"Liar."

"C’mon nii-san, do it for me, pleeeease?"

"Hrrrr... fine, I’ll do it, but only for you and only because you asked so nicely."

"You’re the best nii-san."

"Yeah yeah, you owe me for this."

"I know. Oh, I forgot, I also offered your help for the talent show preparations, sorry nii-san."

"..."

Ryu sighed in exasperation, as he palmed his face.

"Thanks for the warning imouto-chan..."

Slamming his locker door shut, Ryu picked up his empty shoulder bag, and headed to the auditorium, to help out with the preparations. Upon arrival, he was immediately set to work and help out with... the carpentry. That's right, Ryu Hikari, the technological wiz, was going to help out by nailing pieces of wood together to build a frame forming a platform that extended outwards from the middle of the stage, giving the performers even more room to move around, as well as an area for the MC to stand on and announce each act before they came out to perform.

"... Hey. The frame is shaky."

Ryu commented, crouching down and balancing on the front of his feet, a hammer held horizontally in front of his forehead, in his hand.

"Hey, it's not like we're building a house, cat-lover."

One of the three of his classmates that he was working with, William "Will" Brenner, answered, his left arm leaning up against the wooden frame.

"Yeah, cat-lover."

Another one of his classmates, Gage Forsythe, cheerfully added.

"It's fine as long as it doesn't break, cat-lover."

The last one of their little group, John Morris, happily remarked.

"Why the hell do you keep calling me cat-lover!? Are you making fun of me!?"

"Oh, we know. You talk tough, but underneath, you're a nice guy who loves animals. We heard you talking to your little sister about the kitten you guys have, Shiro huh?"

Despite the ensuing commotion, eventually the four of them finished building the platform, which was as sturdy as sturdy could be, and had painted it to match the color of the stage. Now all that was left was for Ryu to prepare for his (involuntary) act in the talent show, after they had finished the construction, Ryu had headed over to the bulletin board, where the sign-up sheet was, and sure enough, his name was on there, as well as what he would be doing. Although he was a little annoyed his little sister had thrown his name on the list without even asking him, because it had been his sister, and not someone else, she had chosen something that Ryu could easily pull off.

All things considered, he was actually a little glad she had been the one that wrote his name down, who knows what he could've ended up doing if someone else threw his name on the sign-up. With his contribution to the talent show completed, Ryu would head home, he had some training to do. The next few days flying by quickly, the night of the talent show had arrived, and arriving early, Ryu had gone backstage, carrying a duffel bag with his clothing and prop inside. After getting dressed, he huddled up with the other performers, most of them shifting around nervously, which wasn't all to surprising, as it was a full house, all the seats were filled up with parents and students alike.

- Present -

Ryu continued to tap his left index finger against his right arm, clearly still very much pissed off. Even though he was pissed off, one by one, the group began to thin out, and soon enough, it was Ryu's turn. Hearing his name being called out, he'd sigh to himself before walking out onto the stage, dressed in his karate uniform, as his best friend, Daisuke Kobayashi came out from the other side of the stage, square boards of plywood already set up for them. Lifting the first piece up in a ready position, Ryu would launch a jump spin hook kick, and smash the piece of plywood in half. He'd then break the remaining pieces of plywood with various punches and kicks, before moving on to his main act.

Picking up the katana on the stage, Daisuke making his exit, Ryu would then demonstrate the various tessenjutsu and kenjutsu techniques he had been taught, adding in some acrobatics to the mix, executing back flips and the like, before finishing off with a somersault and coming up on his feet, katana pointed at the audience, as the audience erupted into a thunderous applause, Ryu bowing before making his way off the stage. All in all, despite being suddenly thrust into it, it had been a good talent show.

(OOC: Number of words minus BB coding and this out of character note: 1020)

[Kevala Katashi]

Ryu -- Awarded +5 EXP and money credited to your account.

[Nakamura Atsushi]

Talent.

It was one of those things Atsushi had, but not exactly in the socially acceptable sense. After all, he couldn't exactly demonstrate how to torture a man and make him suffer like a professional; he couldn't go up there and demonstrate how to turn a person against themselves using their own words and logic; he was left with the more mundane "talents" that people possessed if he wished to perform anything at all. And of those, he had a few, none of which he really seemed to give any credit to.

The fact that Atsushi would even consider the talent show is, in and of itself, a surprise. However, this is not to showcase his skills before the student body, it is to observe them. He could see what other students were good at and what their passion was, and he could observe the general student body's own opinion toward performance and their etiquette. If for nothing else, he had a very small amount of benefit from participating, and that was enough for him.

He was sitting in his room, toying with various bladed objects he'd taken a fancy to. He'd considered doing an act with knives - perhaps juggling them, or walking upon a string with them - but soon dismissed that idea for it's lack of credibility. He found himself sitting on his couch, playing with a knife in one hand, and throwing them like darts at the wall with the other. Nothing was coming to mind. So, he soon made a decision that maybe he could have someone else decide for him.

The next day at school, he'd confronted a boy who seemed to be "popular", and asked him a simple question: [orange]"What interests you?"[/orange] Naturally, the kid gave Atsushi a strange look at the sudden question, and failed to respond. This proved to irritate the Japanese boy a little more than it should have, and he reacted by punching the kid in the hichu - that spot where the neck and the chest meet - and the kid fell back against a locker, stunned. A small amount of force to that area can be debilitating, and Atsushi just struck it as hard as he could.

[orange]"You."[/orange] He turned to one of the boy's friends, his impatience apparent evident in his expression. [orange]"What. Interests. You?"[/orange] The kid trembled slightly, and Atsushi sighed. He stepped forward and was about to strike the boy as well, when he responded. "WAIT! WAIT! Music! That what you're looking for?! I like music!"

Atsushi stopped, fist still raised, and he blinked curiously. After a moment of pondering, Atsushi nodded to the kid and went on his merry way, and ideas quickly began to formulate. Music is what these people like. Music can catch their attention.

It was so simple.

The Asian conspirator made his way back home, and began to ponder for a moment. He knew a large amount of music theory, so he could very easily write his own piece. He owned a guitar, so that made things a little simpler on himself. Without much delay - nor much haste - he began to scribble out concepts; chord progressions, time signatures, the works. Just for fun, he added lyrical notation, and auxiliary items so it wouldn't just be guitar. Even if the audience would enjoy it, he would eventually get bored with it.

In about two hours he had completed his song. It was really quite easy to do, and he'd begun to consider taking this up as a hobby aside from his normal routine. Aside from that minor digression, all he'd had to do now was practice it a moment before the show and he would be set.

On the day of the talent show, it was easy to say that Atsushi looked rather strange. He had his guitar, and a drumstick taped to his left elbow, and a sleigh-bell attached to his right foot. This was the look of a one-man band. Stepping out onto the stage, he'd pull a chair and set it in the center, as well as a snare drum and stand directly behind him and to his left. This is what followed.

When he'd finished, he didn't care to listen to the applause. He simply got up and walked off stage. He could gauge peoples' reactions in person, should he choose.

(OOC: Word count: 753)

[Kevala Katashi]

Approved. +5 EXP and money added

[Guy]

Guy Nottingham strut along the halls toting something of a pimp cane along by his side, the boy’s recent revenue stream from gambling had been quite convenient to keep him going to school and living in something just short of luxury. However he hadn’t exactly gathered all the positive feedback from his classmates. Shifty eyes and dull witted threats tossed his way on almost a daily accord, he knew soon enough this gambling ring would run out of fuel and those around him would know him to be a cheat or worse an unstoppable opponent to match. Gritting his teeth he’d contemplate a way out until a flashy banner caught his eyes on a nearby wall. “Talent Show”. The sign displayed ornamented with colors would seem an appealing way out. Yes, he could boost his resolve maybe open another potential stream of revenue that held more positive regal that would give him an out when things got all sorts of hot and heavy.

Calmly pacing towards the auditorium he matched eyes with quite a few other students who looked far more prepared than he. Karate, guitar, what looked to be a group of Irish dancers? Guy smirked feeling completely out of his league and yet in the same instance a bit ready for his own little show.

“Excuse me?”

Guy’s features shifted upright looking towards a girl not much older than he but she was in fact a senior. Hair drawn up into an auburn bun and brow pressed upright by thick framed glasses. His ocean blue hues lay locked to a clipboard before her and her hand pressed to a pen scribbling down names with adjacent skill sets towards each person’s activity.

“Name and talent?”

Guy turned pressing his hand towards the center of his chest as though to ask “me?” before giving a returning nod and raised brow suggesting that if she were talking to anyone else here she would be crazed. “Guy Nottingham, Magic.” Her brow returned to the upward position giving his attire the once over making him feel somewhat belittled but all the same a silent grin returned peeling a brand of cards out of his pocket and making the crisp sound of a shuffle flipping them into the air and catching hem all atop a single pile.

“Problem?”

Rolling her eyes the auburn haired girl would scribble the name and talent before peeling away. Guy left with a suspicious grin on his features in the same right only just as confused as he’d been upon walking in there. In the meantime however Guy chose a seat in the audience flipping his cards idly watching the other competitors prepare, he really hoped there was a prize at the end it’d really go over with him well.

“Guy, Guy Nottingham you’re up.”

The boy would jostle up not recalling falling asleep in his chair and noting the passage of time, a small group laugh from the crowd before Guy smiled and edged his way to the stage managing to pull at the lapel on his coat and shuffle the deck of cards beneath his sleeve bringing the aces to the top.

“Alrighty then, please if you would grant me a volunteer, a show of hands perhaps?”

Guy’s eyes would trace across the room picking out a small girl no older than first grade with blonde pigtails in her hair hoping up. Another pick was a large jock from the swim team, head shaved and features chiseled he looked almost to soften beside the small girl. And finally an old grandmother who hobbled up to the stage with assistance of her youthful assistant. The group managed to jostle around the cards and look as Guy scrambled them into four piles before offering them all.

“Now if you would please flip the top three cards over. Excellent.”

None of which were what he was looking for, “Now I’ll flip the top three off of mine, if one of you would pick the top card off and tell me what it is?”

And Ace drawn and the words mumbled out of the cute young girl, “Ith an Athe.” Her little lisp drawing a conjoined aww throughout the room. Guy grinning would pull the bottom three cards off the deck revealing the other three. “and there you have it.. magic.”

Word Count: 720

[Kevala Katashi]

+5 EXP awarded to Guy and money added to your account

[Ira Seran]

Ira was having a troubled time deciding on what she would want to do for the talent show. She had her mother to thank for being such a great role model and teacher as well as her father. She truly was gifted with such grace. She loved the violin; This derived from hearing her Aunty's work before she had lost her mind to insanity. Another was piano which her mother excelled in. Ira then had a list of other hobbies she did well in and loved to do such as singing, dancing, and acting... but she didn't entirely want to do those things on stage.

"What are you going to do?" Ira looked up at her mother whom was drinking coffee. She had no idea why the woman drank the stuff. They both were insomniacs. If anything they were wide awake and it had been 5 in the morning. Ira would give a shrug in reply.

"I don't know." she would speak in English for her mothers sake. Why? 'Cause the woman had a horrible French accent her being Australian and all. It was less painful to listen to her mother speak English than Ira's native tongue. "Maybe piano." Alexis would laugh quietly as not to disturb the household.

"The talent show is today aren't you prepared?"

"I don't need practice at any of my talents. They are my talents after all." Ira was confident to the conceited level. Her ego wasn't in need of any sort of boosting. "Yeah. Piano. Maybe this song." she would hand Alexis some sheet music. Her eyes scanned the choice and she would have a solemn smile on her face as she was clearly proud of her daughter... which was probably where Ira's confidence derived from.

"Beautiful song. I haven't heard it before, but it does look intricate... Are you sure you will be able to pull it off with your first go at it?"

"This song is no different from the rest."

Cocky indeed.

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Before Ira went to school she would head over the Rehabilitation centre where her Aunty was committed. She found herself sitting on the bed that clearly had barely any use. Olivia, her aunty, was sitting on a pillow in the corner of the white room. Her eyes were dead like usual due to all the medication the pump into her system... and Ira always assumed having a boring white room with no activities could give anyone dead eyes. "I'm playing piano for the Talent show. I was going to play the violin like you, but I feel more confident about this song. Here it is." Ira would speak fluently in the Enlgish she "refused" to "Learn". Though her aunty had not question it after all... the woman probably didn't even know who the girl sitting across from her was. Ira would hold up the sheet music for her Aunty because...well... she was in a strait jacket and was not responsive. "Thought I would come by and say hi. Wish me luck."

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Ira would wait backstage for her turn. She would watch all the "talents" with a blank expression as she grew bored. It was more the wait and the standing there and doing nothing that was doing it..... but it also was the fact she wasn't impressed by the talents because...well... only reason was because she was a bitch.

Finally it was her turn to go on stage. She had Miranda push the large piano out on stage behind Ira as she stepped to the microphone. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she had the attention of many. She loved having the spotlight on her. It isn't surprising that Ira was an attention whore.

"Good After noon." Ira read from the que card. She didn't have to remember lines or anything... it was just to help her with the English without saying the wrong words. Though she still had a bit of a stutter at trying to make out the words. "I will be preforming 'The Piano' by Michel Simone. It will be my very first time at attempting to play the song so I am a bit nervous. If I mess up I apologize now." she knew she wasn't going to mess up as well as the fact she was not nervous at all. She was just down playing herself so people could be a little more impressed.... and she down played herself 'cause she was a clinically insane girl who loved to lie.

Ira sat down on the piano and began playing the song without hesitation. It all ran smoothly and she had no mistakes. Once finished she would stand and bow and give her family a small little wave before she headed off the stage with a large smile on her face.

Word Count: 813

[Kevala Katashi]

@ Ira +5 EXP awarded........money added to your account

[Kazumi O'Connor]

”I don't want to!” Slamming her locker door as she turned away from her Mother Kevala and headed off down the hallway. School was over but she had stayed late to make up on some of the work that she had fallen behind on, so the hallways was empty save for her and her Mother.

”You are a pillar and you have talent so you are going to do this. It is not open for discussion!” The little growl that came from her Mother making her roll her eyes as she shook her head and shrugged her backpack up onto her shoulder, not bothering to turn and face the woman. She couldn't hear the woman's footfalls on the tiled floor but she knew she was following her...Kevala just happened to be really quiet...Like, creepy quiet.

”How would you know if I have talent!? You never paid any fucking attention!” She was moody today, to say the least. On top of it, this was the third day that her Mother had been pestering her to do the talent show and Kazumi was more than dead set against it. She was definitely not the type of person that got up and did anything in front of a crowd...not in the slightest. Yet Kevala was apparently not taking no for an answer, the words spat at her by her daughter not even phasing her, but then, that was not surprising.

”You are really going to try and hurt my feelings? You think that is going to work?” A hand reaching out and snatching Kaz about her wrist, pulling her to a stop and back around to face the older woman who now had a set of icy blues settled upon her. Kaz on the other hand, being more prone to emotions was already starting to lose her temper, the darkness starting to swirl in her eyes evidence of that. ”You have talent. I am not stupid. I may not know what talent it is, but then how am I supposed to when the only one you ever got close to was your brother?” Her brow raising and only proving to piss Kaz off more.

”Leave Aiden out of this!” Jerking her hand free of her Mother's grip and shoving Kevala back as hard as she could. She may not have mentioned him by name but it was more than clear who she was referring to and Kazumi did not handle the topic of her brother very well these days. Though almost as soon as she did it, she regretted it, being met with a pair of crimson eyes that narrowed upon her in a rather unsettling manner.

”Then stop trying to hide behind him...” She would hear those words growled out through gritted teeth toward her, though the words themselves hurt more than the tone. Flinching slightly, she would cut her eyes away..not saying a single word for fear that her anger would betray her, which was all it took for Kevala to know she had won this round. ”I am sure you will do very well.” Leaning in and pressing a kiss to the top of Kaz's head, though of course, the stubborn girl that she was, Kaz would just jerk away and growl in protest, still not saying anything...

She knew when to back the off....Even if she was pushing her limits further and further these days......

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Day of the talent show Kazumi stood backstage staring at the curtains and feeling her stomach start to knot up. Kevala had been right, she had talent, but only one other living soul knew that she did, and he was currently off doing Gods knew what in Italy. A stab of pain felt within her chest, just like any other time she thought about Aiden, small hand raising upward to rub against it. She could still feel him, and she knew that things were not good, but there was nothing she could do...At least nothing short of going to Italy and finding him, which for her, would not be nearly as impossible as it had been for Mischa.

Shaking her head, she snapped herself out of it, knowing that it was pointless to dwell on it, especially when she had more pressing matters facing her at the moment. Her eyes once more scanning over the stage, watching as the student before her finished up their act, which just so happened to be her cousin. Which, in a way, made her feel a bit better. She always loved listening to Alexis or Ira play, though she had never really said anything about it before.

Yeah, that was Kaz, always keeping to herself for the most part. But now, well now things were about to change weren't they? She wasn't exactly going to get to pretend like she could do absolutely nothing talent wise. Sure, she drew, but even that she hid from most people, not wanting to draw attention to herself........ever. This was no different. She had learned to play piano, nowhere near as good as her cousin mind you, but good enough for when she sang, which was her real talent here....But she had never, ever, ever wanted anyone to know that. Ever. She would have rather died than anyone know.

But those words her Mother had thrown at her the other day had struck a nerve and so, here she was....doing the one thing she thought she would never do. A knot forming in her stomach as her hand rubbed against it, mentally trying to tell herself to just pretend that absolutely nobody was around. Just like when she was home alone or whatever. Though that was easier said than done.

When it was finally her turn, she would draw in a deep breath, slipping her jacket off so that she was left in just a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Her dark locks spilling down around her shoulders as she ran her tongue slowly over her lips. A few moments later, her name would be announced and she would take a single step forward before hesitating. Patrick was around here somewhere and she had never even told him she could do this......Did she really want to go through with this?

That stabbing pain in the center of her chest reminding her of her brother and consequently her Mother's words, only proving to solidify her reasoning behind this. So, with another deep breath she would make her way out onto the stage.

Unlike everyone else, she chose NOT to say anything to anyone. Instead just taking a seat and drawing in a slow, steady breath as her fingers settled upon the keys. She wasn't even sure she could still do this, having failed to practice in over a year or more now....But now was not the time to second guess herself she thought....One hand moving to pull the mic closer to her before she would start her performance …...

To be honest, once she began, she forgot about everything else, her mind instead drifting back to the last time she had actually sat down and sang like this...The last time she had spent time like this alone with Aiden, when things had been so much simpler and she had been so much more innocent than she was now....The memory making it that much easier to get through this....Though once she was done, she would feel that pain inside her chest to the point that she knew, wherever he was, he was feeling it too.....Tears building in her eyes, though she would suck them up, standing to give a rather polite little bow toward those in the audience, those eyes shooting straight toward her Mothers and narrowing slightly, though she would quickly right herself and head off stage, grabbing her jacket in the process, and pulling it on as she headed out of the building and to her car.

She had to get out of here....Now....

WORD COUNT: 1327

[Mischa Badoer]

HURRAH

+5 EXP

*throws monies at as well*

[lilith]

[orange]Today was a fairly simple day, thus far. School had been boring - as usual - but at least now I found myself relaxing and enjoying a nice spaghetti dinner with Gareth. I'd been telling him about what little that's been going on lately, and he was one of the few that bothered to listen. I suppose that was why I felt so comfortable around him. Though, when I'd finished talking there was a pause for a moment.

"So, Lilith, have you considered participating in your school's talent show?"

I looked up at him, eyes widened. Though they quickly lowered to my food and I began to play with it, wrapping the noodles around my fork. I wanted to, really, but I didn't think it was a good idea.

"I... Gareth, I don't think I have any talents..."

He let out a chuckle - usually they were so warm, though I felt as though this one had been taunting me. But then I thought about it, and it was just me being timid. "Nonsense. You've plenty of talents." I truthfully wasn't expecting a response like that from him. He'd known me better than anyone, so I guess I just expected him to see me as I saw myself.

"I don't think modeling at high school of all places is such a good idea..." I tried to dodge him. Maybe if he saw my lack of faith in myself he'd just drop the situation. Of course, I have been wrong before. "Who said anything about that? I've heard you play the piano, you know. Why not go with that?" I never thought about that, before, really. I only ever played it on my free time, and it was just as a hobby. I'd never thought about pursuing it.

"But... I'm not very good -"

"Stop kidding yourself. You can play excellently. Not to mention you look so free when you do. Think about it. What could it hurt? You get on stage, you perform a song - all of the ones you know are fantastic, by the way - and that's that. You don't have to interact with people too much, if that's what you're worried about."

I sighed, and bit my lower lip. It wasn't even that, that was the issue. Interaction I didn't mind, but people looking at me, seeing me. That's what scared me. I'd wanted to disappear most of my life, and though Gareth had been helping me with that I couldn't truly say I was over it yet.

"I don't like the way anyone looks at me..."

Gareth let out another chuckle, taking a drink of water before he responded. "You're a beautiful young girl who fails to realize that she could be strong if she tried. I think people see your timidness and it surprises them. Did you ever stop to think that maybe that was why they looked at you the way they did?"

I doubted it.

"Well... even if I wanted to, I don't know what I'd play."

"You know so many songs! Why not that one you've been practicing, that piece by Yiruma. A River Flows in You, was that the one? It's a beautiful piece I think. And it suits you."

I blushed, shrinking a little in my seat. I didn't know how to respond to that.

"Hahaha! Here, I'll help you out with it, alright? Help you overcome your stage fright."

I sighed again. I guess there was no getting around it.

Gareth had helped my practice the piece and had watched me perform. I felt comfortable around him so it wasn't the same as playing in front of hundreds of nameless kids, but I suppose it helped a little. And he'd helped me clear up until the day of the performance.

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I stood in the wings of the stage, clenching my fists tightly. I didn't want to go out there, but I told Gareth I would. So, that meant I had to. I was shaking, honestly. But I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and headed out onto the stage. I found the piano and placed my hands to the keys and for a moment I simply remained still. What if no one liked it?

I looked out into the crowd and saw Gareth smiling at me, and all of a sudden my fear melted away. Without a second thought, I began to play. And, it felt... great.
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[Kevala Katashi]

@ Lilith+5 EXP

Money added

@ Mekky
+5 EXP awarded

money added

[Legion]

Ah the talent show. The time of the year where students could parade idiotically around the rest of the school pretending that they were good at something, when the very sad reality was that they probably were not as good at what they thought they were supposed to be talented at. For example the umpteen million kids going up their to be "rock stars" or whatever it was that they though that they were doing. Kids that felt the need to show that they knew a few chords on a guitar, even though they weren't close to being good enough to go on to do it professionally.

Now Patrick? He really didn't want to be here. Not in the least. But there were a few reasons that he was. One of them was because he was the school captain. As Pissed as Kevala had gotten at him over Mekiel not showing up for the school dance, he figured that he would be in dire straits if he didn't show up for this thing. Especially seeing as she had already expressed to him how pissed she got when pillars didn't attend events that SHE set up herself. Add to the fact that she was making Kazumi of all people participate in the talent show, that added another element of why he was here.

Patrick knew how much she didn't want to do this, she complained about it daily ever since her mother told her to. Not that Patrick could blame her, because he knew exactly why she didn't want to do it. But he told her he'd be there to support her, and so he was. He had also told her that he'd do some sort of an act to, not really sure of what it was going to be but he would. And so he was here, about to go on stage, having watched Kazumi's act and been particularly proud, though he was unable to catch her before she left.

Now, his act. That had been a tough one to decide. Why? Well that was because Patrick knew he had talents, his talents, however tended to be of the illegal variety. The kind of talents that weren't considered talents in the eyes of the law. Talents that made you appear rather suspicious to show them off, even if they weren't exactly illegal on a demonstrative level. So Patrick had thought long and hard about it. He could go with a fighting demonstration, like hand to hand but that had seemed boring. Obviously it seemed like a bad idea to show off sharp shooting or stealing so that had been out. Nor could, he really show off any bike handling skills because it was in an auditorium.

It was annoying because while school spirit wasn't his thing, he didn't want to make a completely lame ass showing. At least something that might be a little interesting. Although, it made him chuckle at the fact that even though the stage was packed and that everyone and there parents were here, he didn't have to worry about that. His parents were gone. Ha ha. He couldn't embarrass himself in front of them. And Sadly Kazumi had stormed off in a hurry. He would have been the only person he'd of cared to be here. Not that he wanted her to be here out of some need to be validated in a stupid act, but hers was the only opinion that really mattered to him. But whatever. He couldn't blame her for running off and he wouldn't. Though he couldn't risk showing the place up at this point.

So when it came time for him to do his thing he got on stage and walked up to the microphone as his little patsy crossed the stage as well. This guy had a training knife and was going to attack Patrick so he could show the patsy up. Now how had he gotten the guy to agree to this, when Patrick's friend count was dangerously low? Well This guy had been caught breaking a pretty serious school rule. Nobody had seen it and Patrick was really lazy so he offered him the ultimatum, do this or get his ass stomped. Not a difficult decision he figured, so did his patsy.

"I'll be demonstrating some Kali with a daga or knife. That's essentially knife fighting to ye folks."

And that was Patrick trying to not completely alienate the crowd. After that he'd begin. And surprisingly, after his little almost veiled insult, he still got applause...

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[Kevala Katashi]

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