Who: Still the cast, still whoever would like to join. What: MUSICAL - day three When: Tuesday, October 6, evening Where: The theater Rating: M for Mwa Ha Ha
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, CastielowingnobodyOctober 13 2009, 03:44:57 UTC
Bod listened to Castiel stammer through the line, and his heart went out to him. It had been rough to swap into the body of another boy- granted, one that he frequently had dreams of pushing off a cliff, but at least they were mostly very similar, in age, in size... in gender. (Though looking at Troy's body in the shower had been a serious lesson in humility for him. The bare thought of it made him snarl uncontrollably.)
But it had to be hard to swap into the body of a tiny, attractive female, particularly when, as he'd been given to understand, Castiel wasn't even human, just... borrowing a human vessel. He sighed, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "No," he said. "You're right. I should have called."
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, Castielangel_in_beigeOctober 13 2009, 04:10:18 UTC
Castiel had been directed to look unsure, to wring his hands a little. He had been told he had one of those things perfected. Tonight he looked a little more than unsure, he looked petrified
( ... )
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, CastielowingnobodyOctober 13 2009, 04:25:58 UTC
Bod... didn't know what to do. He wasn't entirely sure he knew what was going on. Somehow, the emotional impact of the number managed to be overwhelming, and underwhelming, almost simultaneously. He could hear the emotion in the sound, but none of it translated into her eyes or body. It was weird, like he was on-stage with an animated mannequin.
"...I, uh..." he said, and mused that it would, actually, be all he would say, were he in this exact situation in real life.
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, Castielangel_in_beigeOctober 13 2009, 05:27:48 UTC
"You?" he asked, sounding surprised himself. "Listen," Castiel said. "I know that it's early with us, but I wanted you to know how I feel. Because I have never felt this way before. Have you?" I don't feel this way now. Castiel thought. He was discovering very quickly that acting was as hard as singing was easy. He still looked scared as he pleased with Bod to stay. His hand was still closed about Bod's like a clamp.
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, CastielowingnobodyOctober 14 2009, 21:52:41 UTC
Bod fought the urge to wince as Castiel clung to his hand. He could tell from the trapped, panicked look in Lulu's eyes that Castiel was scared to death, and wished there was something he could do to reassure him that it was okay-- that didn't involve making him feel awkward or uncomfortable.
In the end, he decided to stick to the blocking, to be safe. "Yeah," he murmured. "Once." Taking a deep breath, he attempted to shift his grip on Castiel's hand, so that he would be holding it, rather than being held. After about a moment of torquing his arm in an odd position, he dropped it, letting Castiel continue to, er, have the upper hand. "I think you're such a special girl," he said. "I really mean that. And I know in a perfect world that I could love you..." It was getting really hard to continue with the blocking, without attempting to get his hand back. "But what we have--" he tried, gently, to tug it away from Castiel. "It doesn't work--" he gave it a little more force. "I swear, I promise--!!" and he got it away. Rubbing it, he said
( ... )
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, Castielangel_in_beigeOctober 16 2009, 13:54:05 UTC
"What do you mean?"
Castiel knew this was bad news, he was being dismissed. He suddenly felt the sting of that rejection. It started to relax a little, just a little, as he spend more time with the character. He found Bod made it easy. His face was shocked, stunned, disappointed. His palms were open. He remembered ever direction the frustrated director has given him.
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, CastielowingnobodyOctober 17 2009, 04:04:57 UTC
Bod-as-Troy-as-Jason made a sound of frustration. "I- made a mistake," he said. "I don't think we should see each other." Stupid Jason, thought Bod. Slithering out again. He had always empathized with Jason in this scene, because he was finally doing something "right"-- he was being honest with someone about his feelings. Really, though, he should have just been honest in the first place, before he got into all this trouble, because, even with Castiel's interesting interpretation of the part, he could see the pain Jason had caused Ivy.
I've got to stop thinking this way, Bod thought. What ever happened to empathy?
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, Castielangel_in_beigeOctober 19 2009, 11:37:37 UTC
"No." Castiel made some effort to look shocked. "Wait," he dropped his head shallowed hard. "Can we just back up? I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have-"
He knew this feeling, so well. He understood well what it meant to misread situations and be wrong-footed. His words held the proper tone this time as his face held a mix of hurt and embarrassment.
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, CastielowingnobodyOctober 20 2009, 03:50:34 UTC
Castiel's face and voice synced up for the first time all scene, and it was like a sucker punch to the gut. He felt super guilty, and wished there was some way he could convey this to the other actor. During rehearsal, it would happen time and time again, and as two actors rehearsed, they would come to an understanding of sorts, about any given moment. It had to be played a certain way, so that the audience would understand-- even if it hurt the actors to do so. But it was harder for them- for Castiel, and for him- because they'd never come to any understanding. In their moment-to-moment treatment of the material, it was much easier for the words to hurt
( ... )
Re: Touch My Soul - Bod, Castielangel_in_beigeOctober 20 2009, 12:06:54 UTC
Castiel know this moment was coming. He was so distracted he didn't even react when Bod took his hand.
he started after him as he went and perhaps he stayed a little too long on the stage but he didn't notice. Castiel did not run but he was called upon to do so here and so he did, a reluctant jog, his head low, his hand pressed to his chest as he ran to the opposite side of the stage to the one Bod had taken.
He stopped when he was out of sight of the audience and sank against the wall in the dark. After a minute he turned and went looking for Bod.
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What concerned him was the fact he didn't have his powers, his body or even the voice of his vessel in his mind.
He could not feel anything of Heaven.
He was afraid. He was alone. He was on stage in a dress and he had to touch... This song was....
He swallowed hard and forced his voice through Lulu's throat.
"It’s nothing I guess I just… I haven’t heard from you, I thought maybe you’d just call."
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But it had to be hard to swap into the body of a tiny, attractive female, particularly when, as he'd been given to understand, Castiel wasn't even human, just... borrowing a human vessel. He sighed, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "No," he said. "You're right. I should have called."
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"...I, uh..." he said, and mused that it would, actually, be all he would say, were he in this exact situation in real life.
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In the end, he decided to stick to the blocking, to be safe. "Yeah," he murmured. "Once." Taking a deep breath, he attempted to shift his grip on Castiel's hand, so that he would be holding it, rather than being held. After about a moment of torquing his arm in an odd position, he dropped it, letting Castiel continue to, er, have the upper hand. "I think you're such a special girl," he said. "I really mean that. And I know in a perfect world that I could love you..." It was getting really hard to continue with the blocking, without attempting to get his hand back. "But what we have--" he tried, gently, to tug it away from Castiel. "It doesn't work--" he gave it a little more force. "I swear, I promise--!!" and he got it away. Rubbing it, he said ( ... )
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Castiel knew this was bad news, he was being dismissed. He suddenly felt the sting of that rejection. It started to relax a little, just a little, as he spend more time with the character. He found Bod made it easy. His face was shocked, stunned, disappointed. His palms were open. He remembered ever direction the frustrated director has given him.
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I've got to stop thinking this way, Bod thought. What ever happened to empathy?
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He knew this feeling, so well. He understood well what it meant to misread situations and be wrong-footed. His words held the proper tone this time as his face held a mix of hurt and embarrassment.
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he started after him as he went and perhaps he stayed a little too long on the stage but he didn't notice.
Castiel did not run but he was called upon to do so here and so he did, a reluctant jog, his head low, his hand pressed to his chest as he ran to the opposite side of the stage to the one Bod had taken.
He stopped when he was out of sight of the audience and sank against the wall in the dark.
After a minute he turned and went looking for Bod.
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