Character: James
Age: 13
HomeTown: Omega Falls ( havent decided to keep this name or not)
Story:
Every night, James dreams of becoming an actor, becoming famous and being loved by everyone. Dreaming about being rich, and
supporting his family with his wealth. Strewn across his room are posters and memoirablia of his favorite movies and actors.
The alarm clock goes off, interupting James' sleep. With a grunt and a sigh, he turns the clock off and sits up in bed. Another day has started, another day restricted by the laws of reality. He wanted so badly to return to sleep, back to the sanctity that was the dream world. Nothing could stop him there! Getting out of bed now, and still he hasnt gotten used to the light. He stumbles around and almost trips on the laundry hamper in the middle of the floor.
"Whats that doing there?" James says as he regains his balance, "grr, get out of the way!"
The hamper is hurled across the room, cloths flying out to meat the floor like paratroopers behind enemy lines.
His eyes have begun to focus now, and now James can see a safe path through his dark room, hamper free,to his dresser.
He goes through the chore of dressing himself, then walks out of his room, and into the kitchen. His mother is already
starting to sweep the floor. Hearing James approach, she lifts her head and gazes at the boy.
"You have time for a quick breakfast, and then you better get walking!" his mother commanded him.
"Yea mom, whatever you say."
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Usually the traffic wasnt that bad at this time of the morning, but the tourists had come, and they were going to get their roll of films worth of the "sights and sounds of Omega Falls."
James carefully crosses the street, avoiding the big, flashy cars as they sped by. Then, when he was safely across the street, he continued his journey to that oh so distant, palace on the plains! school, in other words.From far off, James could see a flyer attached to a telephone poll. It looks flashy, the kind that tourists would look at, and as he approaches, he can see that its for the Omega Falls Theatre play "Walking in the dew"
"Wow! maybe i could get a part in it?" James wonders as he grabs the flyer and walks away.
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The bell rang with the regular clash and clang, disturbing the peace and order of the once quiet private school. Students quickly exited their class, flowed out through the big metal double doors, and emptied out onto the sidewalk and streets. The week had died with a sigh and had resurected as weekend, exploding onto the scene with the suddeness of an erupting volcano. The long, dawdling days of imprisonment were put aside for the joys and festivities of enjoyment.
None were more excited for this break than James was, but he could not enjoy it still for another hour. Detention was a boring deal, a manditory deal, if you were to break any of the rules and regulations of the school community. To break one of these rules was to have crucified Jesus himself! You were sin itself, crawling on its mudstained belly, and tempting the Eves of Omega Private school. You were branded a rebel, mudtracks on the freshly mopped floor; chewing gum on the soles of everyones feet. The punishments were often too severe for the crime committed, and this was usually how they catogorized the few that had dared to step out of line. Sleeping in class wasn't the worst of crimes, but they sure gave you bloody hell for it, and it was such a rarity for James! As they explained about the community, there effort to keep it united and whatnot, James found himself dreaming of the play.
His head was in the clouds, flying with the birds, and soaring throught the skies on outstrechted wings. Maybe not wings, but by the assistance of a beautiful, fair faced harlequin clad in purple. He soared with the ease of a trapeze artist. A red crystal was embroidered in the centered in his chest. James was never fully aware of this second being, but was very aware of a beatiful voice, like wind chimes, ringing out of the dream.
"NiGHTS is my name," the purple harlequin proclaimed cheerly, "your have a very lovely dreams, may i be apart of it?"
James didn't get a chance to turn in the direction that the angelic voice had come from, but was, instead, shook back into awakening.Bright lights and distorted sounds greeted him back, and a blurry image arose to meet him.
"well, i geuss you've slept your time up, as i would have expected of you! You may leave now!"
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It took time for james to recover his sight, and he waited outside on the school steps to get used to the bright light. When he was sure he could see again, and could walk without stumbling or tripping, he proceeded down the street towards the Omega Falls theatre.
As James walked toward the theatre, he thought more and more of his peculiar dream. He could only remember bits and peices of of it, but it seemed that he had remembered the most important parts, anyway. One part kept playing over and over in his head, like a broken record, or a scratched up cd. Mostly because he had felt the warmth in it, but mostly because it was beautiful.
"NiGHTS is the name." the cheery voice had said. How beautiful it had sounded, sweet like a cherubs kiss. Innocent, like the spotless lamb. And most of all, freindly and dear, like the relationship of an elderly couple. James wished he had turned faster, to see the creatures face, if its face would match its voice, elvin fair. He almost wished he hadn't been awaken, the theatre could have waited for a little longer, as today was only for registration and script hand-outs.
"Your having a very lovely dream, may i be a part of it?" That part, more than anything else, had stuck with him. An invitation, rather than a rude intrusion, was being asked of him, a thing nightmares failed to do. Surely this being was what it hinted to be, as nothing else seem to fit it otherwise. Even if it was only a figment of his sleeping mind, James was pleased that it wanted to be a part of his dream!And if he ever dreamt of this angel again, he would not hesitate to say yes!
Glare off a nearby stop sign flashed in james' eyes, he was brought back out of his thoughts. He became aware of his surroundings now. The street ahead of him was Jafferson, and another bklock down would be Bailey avenue, and somewhere passed that would be Omega Falls theatre. James cut across Jefferson, and ran the rest of the way.
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Omega Falls Theatre towered over the street, as did all the long standing monuments did here in Omega Falls. This was one of the oldest biuldings, and argueably the most important, building to exist in the city, dating back to the later 1920's. It was one of the main tourist attractions, and it made a lot ofmoney come this time of year. If ever there was a seat open in the theatre, or a ticket left over from the reel, the people might say that the theatre wassn't doing that good. This was to state that the theatre was always sold out.
And today was no different. The queue extended all the way down the street, and it wasn't a surprise if any weren't to see the show. One of Omega Falls theatre most productive plays, "Rhinestones" was playing. It was a good play, with action, adventure and a little bit of romance, if you may, but it never compared to the sales after "Walking in the Dew" made. It was a classic, as they say, a timeless treasure that had stunned the audiences from the beginning, and would play to the very end.
While many had to wait for the play, James had but to walk in and into the registration office.
It was a small room, one of the first auditoriums for the theatre, but due to its size, it didnt provide enough room for its costumers. And due to its position, it was never able to have been rebuilt. So they used it for audition purposes.
James stood at the beginning of a short hallway before the auditorium, trying to focus to the bright light from the flourescent lights hung from the ceiling. He noticed a light down the ways, and walked toward it. The light grew steadily brighter, and he came to a stop beside a small window that opened up into a room on the other side.
A desk was situated behind the window, and seated at it was a girl that might have been James' age. Her head was bent over, so he could only see her brown hair, and her hands, writing something on a peice of paper.
James cleazred his throat, startlig The girl,who seemingly was absorbed into her work until now, and let out a short cry. Now James could see her whole face now, as she looked at him worryingly. Underneath her brown hair were a pair of beuatiful green eyes, with little flecks of hazel highlights in them. Her features were gorgeous, seemed to match her face perfectly. He tried to stop his eyes from wondering any farther, but they seemed to have a mind of there own. Down the front of her shirt they went, and they explored the gentle rise of her chest. He tried to look away, but couldn't, so instead he focused his gaze on her name tag. Mary. pleasant
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you!" James tried to explain.
"It's alright, I was too into what I was doing, I didnt hear you coming." Mary replied, "Well, what can I do you for?"
"Well, i'm looking to get into 'Walking in the Dew.'"
"Wow! I love that play!" Mary gasped. "Here I'll go get you the registration form and a copy of the script."
She got up, and went farther into the room, and approached a small line of drawers. Out of the top drawer, labeled "registration" she searched through and found a peice of paper. She closed the first drawer, then walked over to another drawer, this one titled "scripts". Mary squatted down, opened the drawer up, and searched through the papers. She stopped, and then brought out a thick stack of papers pinned together. Obviously this was his script, bu he never thought it would be that long.
"Here you go, just fill out the registration form, and a can give you your script!" Mary said, gleefully.
"Thanks!" and James quickly filled out the form. After that was done, and he had gotten his script, he asked, "How old are you anyway? You look kinda young to be working here."
"I'm 13 years old." Mary said, "I'm just helping my mum out, she went to get some papers."
"Oh, well thats cool. You get payed?"
"A pretty good ammount," She said, "You'd better get going, I have to return to this." She pointed to the paper, which seemed to be full of doodles.
"Alright." And with that, James walked out of the theatre.
Age: 13
HomeTown: Omega Falls ( havent decided to keep this name or not)
Story:
Every night, James dreams of becoming an actor, becoming famous and being loved by everyone. Dreaming about being rich, and
supporting his family with his wealth. Strewn across his room are posters and memoirablia of his favorite movies and actors.
The alarm clock goes off, interupting James' sleep. With a grunt and a sigh, he turns the clock off and sits up in bed. Another day has started, another day restricted by the laws of reality. He wanted so badly to return to sleep, back to the sanctity that was the dream world. Nothing could stop him there! Getting out of bed now, and still he hasnt gotten used to the light. He stumbles around and almost trips on the laundry hamper in the middle of the floor.
"Whats that doing there?" James says as he regains his balance, "grr, get out of the way!"
The hamper is hurled across the room, cloths flying out to meat the floor like paratroopers behind enemy lines.
His eyes have begun to focus now, and now James can see a safe path through his dark room, hamper free,to his dresser.
He goes through the chore of dressing himself, then walks out of his room, and into the kitchen. His mother is already
starting to sweep the floor. Hearing James approach, she lifts her head and gazes at the boy.
"You have time for a quick breakfast, and then you better get walking!" his mother commanded him.
"Yea mom, whatever you say."
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Usually the traffic wasnt that bad at this time of the morning, but the tourists had come, and they were going to get their roll of films worth of the "sights and sounds of Omega Falls."
James carefully crosses the street, avoiding the big, flashy cars as they sped by. Then, when he was safely across the street, he continued his journey to that oh so distant, palace on the plains! school, in other words.From far off, James could see a flyer attached to a telephone poll. It looks flashy, the kind that tourists would look at, and as he approaches, he can see that its for the Omega Falls Theatre play "Walking in the dew"
"Wow! maybe i could get a part in it?" James wonders as he grabs the flyer and walks away.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The bell rang with the regular clash and clang, disturbing the peace and order of the once quiet private school. Students quickly exited their class, flowed out through the big metal double doors, and emptied out onto the sidewalk and streets. The week had died with a sigh and had resurected as weekend, exploding onto the scene with the suddeness of an erupting volcano. The long, dawdling days of imprisonment were put aside for the joys and festivities of enjoyment.
None were more excited for this break than James was, but he could not enjoy it still for another hour. Detention was a boring deal, a manditory deal, if you were to break any of the rules and regulations of the school community. To break one of these rules was to have crucified Jesus himself! You were sin itself, crawling on its mudstained belly, and tempting the Eves of Omega Private school. You were branded a rebel, mudtracks on the freshly mopped floor; chewing gum on the soles of everyones feet. The punishments were often too severe for the crime committed, and this was usually how they catogorized the few that had dared to step out of line. Sleeping in class wasn't the worst of crimes, but they sure gave you bloody hell for it, and it was such a rarity for James! As they explained about the community, there effort to keep it united and whatnot, James found himself dreaming of the play.
His head was in the clouds, flying with the birds, and soaring throught the skies on outstrechted wings. Maybe not wings, but by the assistance of a beautiful, fair faced harlequin clad in purple. He soared with the ease of a trapeze artist. A red crystal was embroidered in the centered in his chest. James was never fully aware of this second being, but was very aware of a beatiful voice, like wind chimes, ringing out of the dream.
"NiGHTS is my name," the purple harlequin proclaimed cheerly, "your have a very lovely dreams, may i be apart of it?"
James didn't get a chance to turn in the direction that the angelic voice had come from, but was, instead, shook back into awakening.Bright lights and distorted sounds greeted him back, and a blurry image arose to meet him.
"well, i geuss you've slept your time up, as i would have expected of you! You may leave now!"
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It took time for james to recover his sight, and he waited outside on the school steps to get used to the bright light. When he was sure he could see again, and could walk without stumbling or tripping, he proceeded down the street towards the Omega Falls theatre.
As James walked toward the theatre, he thought more and more of his peculiar dream. He could only remember bits and peices of of it, but it seemed that he had remembered the most important parts, anyway. One part kept playing over and over in his head, like a broken record, or a scratched up cd. Mostly because he had felt the warmth in it, but mostly because it was beautiful.
"NiGHTS is the name." the cheery voice had said. How beautiful it had sounded, sweet like a cherubs kiss. Innocent, like the spotless lamb. And most of all, freindly and dear, like the relationship of an elderly couple. James wished he had turned faster, to see the creatures face, if its face would match its voice, elvin fair. He almost wished he hadn't been awaken, the theatre could have waited for a little longer, as today was only for registration and script hand-outs.
"Your having a very lovely dream, may i be a part of it?" That part, more than anything else, had stuck with him. An invitation, rather than a rude intrusion, was being asked of him, a thing nightmares failed to do. Surely this being was what it hinted to be, as nothing else seem to fit it otherwise. Even if it was only a figment of his sleeping mind, James was pleased that it wanted to be a part of his dream!And if he ever dreamt of this angel again, he would not hesitate to say yes!
Glare off a nearby stop sign flashed in james' eyes, he was brought back out of his thoughts. He became aware of his surroundings now. The street ahead of him was Jafferson, and another bklock down would be Bailey avenue, and somewhere passed that would be Omega Falls theatre. James cut across Jefferson, and ran the rest of the way.
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Omega Falls Theatre towered over the street, as did all the long standing monuments did here in Omega Falls. This was one of the oldest biuldings, and argueably the most important, building to exist in the city, dating back to the later 1920's. It was one of the main tourist attractions, and it made a lot ofmoney come this time of year. If ever there was a seat open in the theatre, or a ticket left over from the reel, the people might say that the theatre wassn't doing that good. This was to state that the theatre was always sold out.
And today was no different. The queue extended all the way down the street, and it wasn't a surprise if any weren't to see the show. One of Omega Falls theatre most productive plays, "Rhinestones" was playing. It was a good play, with action, adventure and a little bit of romance, if you may, but it never compared to the sales after "Walking in the Dew" made. It was a classic, as they say, a timeless treasure that had stunned the audiences from the beginning, and would play to the very end.
While many had to wait for the play, James had but to walk in and into the registration office.
It was a small room, one of the first auditoriums for the theatre, but due to its size, it didnt provide enough room for its costumers. And due to its position, it was never able to have been rebuilt. So they used it for audition purposes.
James stood at the beginning of a short hallway before the auditorium, trying to focus to the bright light from the flourescent lights hung from the ceiling. He noticed a light down the ways, and walked toward it. The light grew steadily brighter, and he came to a stop beside a small window that opened up into a room on the other side.
A desk was situated behind the window, and seated at it was a girl that might have been James' age. Her head was bent over, so he could only see her brown hair, and her hands, writing something on a peice of paper.
James cleazred his throat, startlig The girl,who seemingly was absorbed into her work until now, and let out a short cry. Now James could see her whole face now, as she looked at him worryingly. Underneath her brown hair were a pair of beuatiful green eyes, with little flecks of hazel highlights in them. Her features were gorgeous, seemed to match her face perfectly. He tried to stop his eyes from wondering any farther, but they seemed to have a mind of there own. Down the front of her shirt they went, and they explored the gentle rise of her chest. He tried to look away, but couldn't, so instead he focused his gaze on her name tag. Mary. pleasant
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you!" James tried to explain.
"It's alright, I was too into what I was doing, I didnt hear you coming." Mary replied, "Well, what can I do you for?"
"Well, i'm looking to get into 'Walking in the Dew.'"
"Wow! I love that play!" Mary gasped. "Here I'll go get you the registration form and a copy of the script."
She got up, and went farther into the room, and approached a small line of drawers. Out of the top drawer, labeled "registration" she searched through and found a peice of paper. She closed the first drawer, then walked over to another drawer, this one titled "scripts". Mary squatted down, opened the drawer up, and searched through the papers. She stopped, and then brought out a thick stack of papers pinned together. Obviously this was his script, bu he never thought it would be that long.
"Here you go, just fill out the registration form, and a can give you your script!" Mary said, gleefully.
"Thanks!" and James quickly filled out the form. After that was done, and he had gotten his script, he asked, "How old are you anyway? You look kinda young to be working here."
"I'm 13 years old." Mary said, "I'm just helping my mum out, she went to get some papers."
"Oh, well thats cool. You get payed?"
"A pretty good ammount," She said, "You'd better get going, I have to return to this." She pointed to the paper, which seemed to be full of doodles.
"Alright." And with that, James walked out of the theatre.
