Wuuged
Miranda Shadowind
Author's Notes: Hooray, we're finally getting somewhere! Sort of... Now that I'm a little older and have had two semesters of Creative Writing courses, I've decided to go a bit more in-depth. The story's Drama Club is loosely modeled after the one I was in during my own high school years, and although the backstage insanity is entirely fictional, any other Drama student can tell you that such a thing DOES exist. We thespians are a crazy lot, nyaha!
Chapter 1
It was almost the Christmas season, and the school play would be, appropriately enough, "A Christmas Carol". The cast had been selected, and the students were pushing and shoving each other every which way trying to see who got what.
"Outta my blinkin' way!" Krysta yelled, shoving her way to the front. She traced her finger down the list, then grinned. "All right! I be the bloody Ghost o' Christmas Past!"
"What'd I get?" asked a squirming Quatre, trying to peer over everyone else's heads.
"Let's see... Bob Cratchet!" She looked at the list again for other familiar names, then burst out laughing as the two pushed their way out.
"What's so funny?"
"Fluffy be Scrooge 'imself!"
"Who?" Then Quatre remembered and chuckled. "I wonder what part Duo got...?"
Just then a loud familiar cry of "Shinigami ga jigoku kara mai modotte kita ze!" came from the crowd's direction.
Krysta shook her head and laughed. "Stupid question!"
"Why'd they pick Maxwell of all people to play the Ghost of Christmas Future!? That ghost hardly says a thing and Maxwell never shuts up!" Wufei complained as the crowd slowly dispersed. He'd heard Duo's yelling and went to see what all the commotion was about.
"You dare deny that I am the Great Shinigami, mortal?!" Duo snapped back. Wufei shook his head and groaned, in no mood to put up with anyone, let alone Duo. "Bwahahaha! Feear meeee!"
"Well 'ello tae ye too Scrooge, or should I say, 'Wuuge'?" Krysta greeted, which brought another round of laughter from their fellow pilots and any other remaining students.
"What are you talking about Riannese?!" Wufei followed her gesture to the casting list. "NANI?! I refuse to go on stage and act like a pathetic weakling!"
"I say yer the best bloody man fer the job, and I use tha term loosely!"
Wufei scowled. "Why couldn't they have picked Heero?!"
"Because 'e wouldn't botha tae say 'Bah 'umbug!', 'e'd jus' shoot everyone!"
"Even if for once you're right there is NO way in hell I'm doing this!"
"'ow we going tae get 'im in thea?" Krysta whispered to Duo.
Duo shrugged, considered, then smirked. "Hey Wufei! I was over in the auditorium earlier talking to Relena. She said something about paintin' all your Shenlong models pink but then-"
"THAT WOMAN IS DEAD!!!" Wufei whipped his sword out of hammerspace and made a beeline for the auditorium. "Don't worry Nataku! I'm coming!"
"Tha works!" Krysta cackled as she, Quatre, and Duo followed the furious Chinese pilot.
Wufei slammed open the auditorium's double doors and stormed in. "All right! Where's that kisama Peacecraft onna?!"
That question earned him nothing but stares from Relena, teachers in charge, and students; and the all-powerful Yuy Glare. *CLICK!* He whipped around to see Duo, Krysta, and Quatre standing in front of the doors, the former two with maniacal grins on their faces.
"INJUSTICE! You set me up didn't you?!" Wufei snarled. Duo only whistled innocently, a "Who me?" look upon his face.
"It got ye in 'ere, didn't it?!" Krysta snapped. "Now get yer bum over thea 'afore I tell the rest of the bloody cast wot yer new nickname is!"
"You say it and you're a dead onna!"
"Now whea 'ave I 'eard tha before?" Krysta rolled her eyes and mouthed "Fluffy" as a reminder of their initial encounter.
Grumbling, Wufei put his sword away and marched over to the teachers and other cast members. "Why must I be subjected to all this injustice?!" he muttered. Duo, Quatre, and Krysta followed suit, still snickering.
Scripts were handed out, and an initial readthrough was conducted. Wufei snarled most of his lines, which only got him a "Good! You're getting into character already!" comment from the director, much to his dismay.
Miranda Shadowind
Author's Notes: Hooray, we're finally getting somewhere! Sort of... Now that I'm a little older and have had two semesters of Creative Writing courses, I've decided to go a bit more in-depth. The story's Drama Club is loosely modeled after the one I was in during my own high school years, and although the backstage insanity is entirely fictional, any other Drama student can tell you that such a thing DOES exist. We thespians are a crazy lot, nyaha!
Chapter 1
It was almost the Christmas season, and the school play would be, appropriately enough, "A Christmas Carol". The cast had been selected, and the students were pushing and shoving each other every which way trying to see who got what.
"Outta my blinkin' way!" Krysta yelled, shoving her way to the front. She traced her finger down the list, then grinned. "All right! I be the bloody Ghost o' Christmas Past!"
"What'd I get?" asked a squirming Quatre, trying to peer over everyone else's heads.
"Let's see... Bob Cratchet!" She looked at the list again for other familiar names, then burst out laughing as the two pushed their way out.
"What's so funny?"
"Fluffy be Scrooge 'imself!"
"Who?" Then Quatre remembered and chuckled. "I wonder what part Duo got...?"
Just then a loud familiar cry of "Shinigami ga jigoku kara mai modotte kita ze!" came from the crowd's direction.
Krysta shook her head and laughed. "Stupid question!"
"Why'd they pick Maxwell of all people to play the Ghost of Christmas Future!? That ghost hardly says a thing and Maxwell never shuts up!" Wufei complained as the crowd slowly dispersed. He'd heard Duo's yelling and went to see what all the commotion was about.
"You dare deny that I am the Great Shinigami, mortal?!" Duo snapped back. Wufei shook his head and groaned, in no mood to put up with anyone, let alone Duo. "Bwahahaha! Feear meeee!"
"Well 'ello tae ye too Scrooge, or should I say, 'Wuuge'?" Krysta greeted, which brought another round of laughter from their fellow pilots and any other remaining students.
"What are you talking about Riannese?!" Wufei followed her gesture to the casting list. "NANI?! I refuse to go on stage and act like a pathetic weakling!"
"I say yer the best bloody man fer the job, and I use tha term loosely!"
Wufei scowled. "Why couldn't they have picked Heero?!"
"Because 'e wouldn't botha tae say 'Bah 'umbug!', 'e'd jus' shoot everyone!"
"Even if for once you're right there is NO way in hell I'm doing this!"
"'ow we going tae get 'im in thea?" Krysta whispered to Duo.
Duo shrugged, considered, then smirked. "Hey Wufei! I was over in the auditorium earlier talking to Relena. She said something about paintin' all your Shenlong models pink but then-"
"THAT WOMAN IS DEAD!!!" Wufei whipped his sword out of hammerspace and made a beeline for the auditorium. "Don't worry Nataku! I'm coming!"
"Tha works!" Krysta cackled as she, Quatre, and Duo followed the furious Chinese pilot.
Wufei slammed open the auditorium's double doors and stormed in. "All right! Where's that kisama Peacecraft onna?!"
That question earned him nothing but stares from Relena, teachers in charge, and students; and the all-powerful Yuy Glare. *CLICK!* He whipped around to see Duo, Krysta, and Quatre standing in front of the doors, the former two with maniacal grins on their faces.
"INJUSTICE! You set me up didn't you?!" Wufei snarled. Duo only whistled innocently, a "Who me?" look upon his face.
"It got ye in 'ere, didn't it?!" Krysta snapped. "Now get yer bum over thea 'afore I tell the rest of the bloody cast wot yer new nickname is!"
"You say it and you're a dead onna!"
"Now whea 'ave I 'eard tha before?" Krysta rolled her eyes and mouthed "Fluffy" as a reminder of their initial encounter.
Grumbling, Wufei put his sword away and marched over to the teachers and other cast members. "Why must I be subjected to all this injustice?!" he muttered. Duo, Quatre, and Krysta followed suit, still snickering.
Scripts were handed out, and an initial readthrough was conducted. Wufei snarled most of his lines, which only got him a "Good! You're getting into character already!" comment from the director, much to his dismay.