Post by Zhou on Jan 15, 2014 10:20:58 GMT -5
"Alright people, that's a wrap. Go get your lunch, and remember to memorize your scripts, okay? We don't need a repeat of yesterday."
Whatever undoubtedly riveting advice that the stage manager of the Drama Club's performing troupe was trying to spout out was drowned out by the intense chime of the school bell, and it couldn't have come at a better time for the majority of the actors on stage. Few savored rehearsals, not only due to the sometimes overly critical manager of their performances, but also to them it was just so dull. That is, save for one rather apparently peppy individual whom followed suit with the actors as they left, even waving back to the stage manager as a sign of good will. Out of all of the performers who were just on stage, this peculiar, messy haired fellow seemed to be the only one truly enjoying the rehearsal for what it was. Addressed as Zhou by many of the students whom were leaving the auditorium, he had the peculiar effect of cheering up many of the other actors with little jokes about the stage manager, "You know, if he had actual talent, then I'd listen to him!" and this caused an uproar of laughter amongst some of the isolated groups. Oh of course he didn't mean it, all in good fun. The very moment that he came into contact with the man he'd likely shake his hand, ask him how his day was...that's just the kind of person Zhou was, and to most people it never seemed as if he could hold a grudge or bring it upon himself to make someone sad. Clad in his school uniform, Zhou was a sight more presentable than when he was out roaming in his old jacket...but, it lacked a certain sense of individuality, a worthwhile sacrifice for better appearances, no?
As the group rounded the corner to head out into the hallways, Zhou had found himself carried on the shoulders of one of the taller members of the club, funnily enough, a woman standing at about 5'10. There was a certain sense of joy that the rather short teen would try his hardest to bring to the group after rehearsals, as most didn't find it nearly as much fun as he did, nor did they put as much passion into it. After going through the halls for a time, Zhou bid his fellow actors and actresses adieu in favor of heading there via another route by himself. Tucking his hands into his pockets, the smile stayed on his face as he crossed through an outdoor path, and yet he shifted his gaze to observe if anyone was around, before letting out a short, quiet, and somewhat...well, different laugh. Upon opening the door to cross over into the other side of the campus, things were fine once more, with his hands out of his pockets, his eyes closed, and the same damn grin on his face. Making his way through the throngs of people was easy enough, occasionally there'd be the odd person that'd say "Hi!", and he'd say it right back. There was always a certain smoothness to the whole ordeal, right up until Zhou found himself in the cafeteria proper, and like any good routine, things had to go in a certain pattern to appear fine. First came waiting in line and chatting once more, then came receiving whatever passed for food to the cafeteria workers with a smile, and the usual please, thank you bit.
Sitting down at the table completed the cycle, though this time he managed to isolate himself from the various social groups within which he had made contacts, it was only prudent to take the time to relax and enjoy one's self. Although, that didn't seem to be the norm for Zhou, who absolutely thrived in the groups he was in...but still, it seemed like a prime chance to collect his thoughts for the time being. Something was near amiss about this though, for the boy was a social body who seemed to absolutely love the company of others. Digging away at his food in a slow, methodical manner in comparison to his usually upbeat manner of handling himself, he occasionally found himself scouting out the room before going back to digging away at his food, the smile fading as he started to eat a few small portions.
Whatever undoubtedly riveting advice that the stage manager of the Drama Club's performing troupe was trying to spout out was drowned out by the intense chime of the school bell, and it couldn't have come at a better time for the majority of the actors on stage. Few savored rehearsals, not only due to the sometimes overly critical manager of their performances, but also to them it was just so dull. That is, save for one rather apparently peppy individual whom followed suit with the actors as they left, even waving back to the stage manager as a sign of good will. Out of all of the performers who were just on stage, this peculiar, messy haired fellow seemed to be the only one truly enjoying the rehearsal for what it was. Addressed as Zhou by many of the students whom were leaving the auditorium, he had the peculiar effect of cheering up many of the other actors with little jokes about the stage manager, "You know, if he had actual talent, then I'd listen to him!" and this caused an uproar of laughter amongst some of the isolated groups. Oh of course he didn't mean it, all in good fun. The very moment that he came into contact with the man he'd likely shake his hand, ask him how his day was...that's just the kind of person Zhou was, and to most people it never seemed as if he could hold a grudge or bring it upon himself to make someone sad. Clad in his school uniform, Zhou was a sight more presentable than when he was out roaming in his old jacket...but, it lacked a certain sense of individuality, a worthwhile sacrifice for better appearances, no?
As the group rounded the corner to head out into the hallways, Zhou had found himself carried on the shoulders of one of the taller members of the club, funnily enough, a woman standing at about 5'10. There was a certain sense of joy that the rather short teen would try his hardest to bring to the group after rehearsals, as most didn't find it nearly as much fun as he did, nor did they put as much passion into it. After going through the halls for a time, Zhou bid his fellow actors and actresses adieu in favor of heading there via another route by himself. Tucking his hands into his pockets, the smile stayed on his face as he crossed through an outdoor path, and yet he shifted his gaze to observe if anyone was around, before letting out a short, quiet, and somewhat...well, different laugh. Upon opening the door to cross over into the other side of the campus, things were fine once more, with his hands out of his pockets, his eyes closed, and the same damn grin on his face. Making his way through the throngs of people was easy enough, occasionally there'd be the odd person that'd say "Hi!", and he'd say it right back. There was always a certain smoothness to the whole ordeal, right up until Zhou found himself in the cafeteria proper, and like any good routine, things had to go in a certain pattern to appear fine. First came waiting in line and chatting once more, then came receiving whatever passed for food to the cafeteria workers with a smile, and the usual please, thank you bit.
Sitting down at the table completed the cycle, though this time he managed to isolate himself from the various social groups within which he had made contacts, it was only prudent to take the time to relax and enjoy one's self. Although, that didn't seem to be the norm for Zhou, who absolutely thrived in the groups he was in...but still, it seemed like a prime chance to collect his thoughts for the time being. Something was near amiss about this though, for the boy was a social body who seemed to absolutely love the company of others. Digging away at his food in a slow, methodical manner in comparison to his usually upbeat manner of handling himself, he occasionally found himself scouting out the room before going back to digging away at his food, the smile fading as he started to eat a few small portions.