Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr.
Keme
Academy Freshman: Were-Korean
No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
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Post by Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr. on Sept 23, 2009 23:16:43 GMT -5
Kemekin slipped into the auditorium and was relieved to see light spilling from beneath the door leading to Professor Smoke's office, just off to the side of the stage. It had been a few days since he had woken up in the sick bay-- the posters finally advertising school plays had been something to cheer him up, at least.
He approached the door and rapped the wood lightly with the back of his fist, thinking that, while he was here, he could also ask the man for advice.... It would have been just as easy, maybe even more so, to go to Professor Yogo, but that would have felt awkward to Kemekin for reasons he himself was not quite sure of.
Maybe because Professor Yogo seemed so close to his aunt. Oh well.
"Professor Smoke?" he called, tapping again.
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Post by Smoke on Sept 24, 2009 0:03:34 GMT -5
The office printer whirred, and Smoke sat shuffling script-sections and stapling them together character by character and scene by scene. He thought he heard a knock, and looking between his piles and unsorted bits and what was coming out out-of-order from the printer, spent half a moment trying to put things in comprehensible piles.
There was another knock, and he decided it could wait. He took the paperclips out of his mouth and waved at the door to open. "Come in!"
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Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr.
Keme
Academy Freshman: Were-Korean
No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
Posts: 229
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Post by Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr. on Sept 24, 2009 0:06:58 GMT -5
Kemekin peeked into the room before entering fully. Professor Smoke's desk reminded him of his side of the dorm room before Aramis had made him clean it. "Um... Hi, Professor," he said, his voice colored with amusement. "I came to ask about auditions but... eh, do you need help with that?" He waved his hand in front of him, indicating so very many papers in so vary many stacks in so very many places.
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Post by Smoke on Sept 24, 2009 0:30:00 GMT -5
"Ehh," Smoke looked around at his piles and grabbed the last of the papers out of the printer. "No, but thank you. At the moment I think someone else's help would just confuse me further."
He waved at the chair in front of him, then hopped up to grab the stacks of paper on it before sitting back down. "Sorry. So what is it you need, hm?"
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Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr.
Keme
Academy Freshman: Were-Korean
No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
Posts: 229
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Post by Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr. on Sept 24, 2009 16:19:27 GMT -5
Kemekin plopped unceremoniously into the chair, blowing his hair out of eyes. Auditions, he decided, could wait until tomorrow. Or some time later in the day, at least. "I'm having... problems..." he blurted. "Girls are strange creatures. Even when they act like boys. I don't get it. I need advice before my head explodes."
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Post by Smoke on Sept 24, 2009 16:36:17 GMT -5
Smoke's eyes widened for a moment; then he nodded to himself. Hadn't been expecting that sort of question.
"What's the situation?"
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Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr.
Keme
Academy Freshman: Were-Korean
No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
Posts: 229
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Post by Kemekin Evans-Barros, Jr. on Sept 25, 2009 23:40:23 GMT -5
Kemekin thought for a moment, then decided not to bother with naming names. It was hardly a secret, amongst the student body in particular, which specific girl he preferred the company of above all others. "Well, there's the basic ]here's the girl I like, issue. But the thing is, her roommate-slash-best-friend loathes me. I can't be anywhere near the one I like without her self-appointed bodyguard glaring at me with intent to kill." A smirk found its way onto his face. He had very nearly died already-- though whether Dubhiarr had or had not done anything to directly cause his "seizure" had yet to be determined. "I need a way to get her roommate off my back-- or to hate me less, at least. Any advice, Professor? I mean, I could have gone to my aunt for this, but... Well, she's my aunt..."
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Post by Smoke on Sept 26, 2009 0:40:43 GMT -5
Smoke tapped a little rhythm on the desk with his fingers.
"What does she think about her roommate getting in between you? And why does she- the best friend, I mean- loathe you? That makes a big difference."
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