[b]Leiko Hamada: Warakuma High- Drama Club Meeting Room[/b]

There was a stretched silence that followed, and Leiko was starting to feel uneasy when she glimpsed the corners of Masatomo's mouth twitching. He was either going to openly mock her or volunteer...and she [i]really[/i] wasn't keen on the latter.

Fortunately, another male spoke up in the nick of time, and Leiko's attention was immediately drawn to the owner of the voice. [i]Ahh...isn't that Sieghardt Kasumi?[/I] Leiko mulled to herself as her eyes raked over his thin figure. He was already in the Drama Club before the auditions, so Leiko couldn't really recall his style or acting ability. Rumour spread quickly in the town of Warakuma however, and it occurred to Leiko that he was known to have a 'personality disorder' of some description, at least according to the students. Well, Leiko was certainly not inclined to judge-

[color=aba000]"I promise not to shame you."[/color]

[b]What.[/b]

Leiko blinked, almost slightly taken aback by his words as he shot her a carefree smile, script in hand. Was he serious? He would imply that he could have the capacity to put [i]Leiko Hamada[/i], Club President and star of the arts, to shame? 

[i]Well.[/i]

[Color=yellow]"I see. Well, in that case, please step forward, Kasumi-san,"[/color] Leiko smiled, a sharpened edge to her tone that made several of the club members share wary looks to one another. [Color=yellow]"And I assure you that shaming me in my acting prowess is a nigh impossibility. But still...I welcome you to try."[/color] Leiko stepped to the side, allowing Kasumi ample room to stand alongside her whilst the others grouped together and watched on at the scene that was about to unfold. 

Leiko cleared her throat promptly before flicking to a specific page of her script, her eyes downcast to a particular passage. [Color=yellow]"Hmm, I believe this one will do. Now you will assume the role of-"[/color]

[I]Bang![/I] The sound of something-or rather, someone- hitting the door alerted the entirety of the club, Leiko's expression becoming slightly irked at the sight of a panting Alexei Dragunov standing before them. [Color=yellow]"Your timing was less than impeccable, as always. But no matter. Stop wasting time and join the others,"[/color] Leiko said dryly before shaking her head with a weary sigh. [Color=yellow]"I have lost all train of thought now...where was I...oh, yes!"[/color] She snapped her fingers and looked over to Kasumi. [Color=yellow]"Our practice demonstration. Please, turn to page 32 and give yourself a moment to familiarise yourself with the text."[/color] As she said this, Leiko set aside her own, looking at her partner intensely as a different aura began to resonate in her very being. The stern, bold expression of Leiko Hamada quickly melted away to an unsettling look of fear and trepidation as she regarded the male before her with a look of helplessness and despair. [Color=yellow]"Ismene, mine sister, dearest one-"[/color]

Hushed giggling spread across the room as it became apparent that not only Sieghardt's role was a female like earlier alluded, but that both would be sharing a close sisterly bond with one another. Not that half the group understood the words that spilled from Leiko's lips, but it was amusing to them nonetheless.

Leiko, meanwhile, did not break her character once, the essence of Antigone taking hold of her soul as she locked eyes with the fellow performer. [Color=yellow] "Knowst thou? Hast heard? Or is it hidden from thee, the doom of foes that comes upon thy friends?" [/color]

At this stage of the play, the grief-stricken Antigone was emotionally reliant on her focused, law-abiding sister to guide her and protect her. Their relationship became more complicated as the story progressed, but the excerpt had just enough character depth to challenge her partner's knowledge on classic theatre, not to mention his abilities to work out of his comfort zone. As she waited for his response, Leiko considered whether she had pushed him (and the growingly bemused audience) too far with such a strange choice of text, but only time would tell.