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Post by Gerik on Aug 22, 2006 12:41:03 GMT -5
*enters with carrots or whatever sheep eat and feeds them, singing*
Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? "Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!"...
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Post by The Doctor on Aug 22, 2006 12:57:32 GMT -5
*The Doctor creeps in, Chucks sinking disturbingly into the matted straw.* Any for the little boy who lives down the lane? *he asked, satisified that the peculiar human code was satisfied by such a response.*
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Post by Gerik on Aug 22, 2006 13:03:58 GMT -5
*without thinking*
Yeah, some for him too...
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Post by Susanna on Aug 22, 2006 13:09:15 GMT -5
Susanna had much idle time. Apart from her practicing and writing, she didn't have much to do. She needed something to do.
She drapped a wool shawl over shoulders and walked out of her room and into the auditorium. She sat at one of the velvety chairs and looked at the stage. She let out a sigh of admirations. So much magic happened at that stage and she just couldn't wait to finally be on it. Only if the auditions would hurry up.
"Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?...." Susanna nearly jumped at the strong, manly voice that came from somewhere near the stage. Curiosity struck her...I really shouldn't she thought...after all, the news she's heard about this opera house were more than disquieting.
After moments of uncertainty, she decided to give in to her curiosity. She went up to the stage and looked...nothing. Then voice came again from backstage. She slowly and cautiously made her way back stage with ther voice acting as her giudance.
When she came to a candle lit room, she peaked inside. She saw a well-built man feeing the stage sheep. She didn't want to disturb him, so she decided to leave. crack! She whimpered at the loud noise made by her shoes as the stepped on something. She heard him leave the room to see what was going on.
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Post by Gerik on Aug 22, 2006 13:29:42 GMT -5
*nonchalantly, still oblivious to the fact that he's just been cornered*
Did you just hear something in the hall?
*leans back to see around the doorframe*
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Post by The Doctor on Aug 22, 2006 13:43:31 GMT -5
*The Doctor's brow furrows.* You know, this place is just crawling with fangirls. Have you noticed that? I mean, lucky for me, I guess, they all think Time Lords are asexual. But you... you're probably inundated with little *he waved his fingers about* human things.
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Post by Susanna on Aug 22, 2006 13:47:34 GMT -5
"Um...I-I...I apologize for barging in Monsieur." Susanna studdered. "I heard singing...and...I though..."
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Post by The Doctor on Aug 22, 2006 13:49:18 GMT -5
*The Doctor waits for the girl to respond, then does it for her.*
Thought... that sheep have no place in an opera house? *He turns to Gerik.* Yeah, I was wondering that myself. What is that?
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Post by Gerik on Aug 22, 2006 13:52:56 GMT -5
Dude, don't hate on the sheep.
*pats one*
It's ok, Sheepie, just ignore them both.
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Post by Susanna on Aug 22, 2006 14:18:37 GMT -5
"I think I'll leave you to your...um, work Monsieur..." Susanna turned to leave.
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Post by Gerik on Aug 22, 2006 14:22:44 GMT -5
Wait! *starts after her* You remind me...
...of Christine...
*tears up*
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Post by The Doctor on Aug 22, 2006 14:23:41 GMT -5
Eee-yeah. Do... whatever it is you... do with them. So that's the notorious Phantom? I must be in the wrong dimension. *The Doctor shook his head sadly.*
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Post by Faline on Aug 22, 2006 14:33:54 GMT -5
((The... Sheep Room?? *runs*))
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Post by Susanna on Aug 22, 2006 14:41:50 GMT -5
As Susanna turned to leave. The man in a white mask called out to her... Christine...who was she?
"Excuse me?" Susanna polietly asked.
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Post by Rose on Aug 22, 2006 14:48:47 GMT -5
I mean, lucky for me, I guess, they all think Time Lords are asexual. ((Oh, come on, didn't you see the season finale?)) Marianne entered the room for no reason at all. She was startled to see Susanna, a bunch of sheep, a man in a mask, and a handsome man with dark hair. "Um... may I ask what's going on here?" she asked, eyeing the fluffy animals and then eyeing the handsome man with something a bit more than curiosity.
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