The Address Practice (Rinka open)

[darrian5]

Darrian was awesome. He was super awesome. Why? Because he was a ladies man. Well, they were other reasons Darrian was awesome to but, let's not get off point here. Today Darrian was giving a address to the students on behalf of the faculty. Appearently the school's faculty was busy. Anyways Darrian had the job of "working" and he didn't want his spotless repuatation of being the perfect student in the eyes of the officals to shamed.

Darrian wasn't in the bestest of moods even still. One Darrian didn't like to work. Two giving addresses is boring. Three the most people who come to these are girls. Well, mostly to see him. Darrian was a main attraction around campus. A beautiful man, a perfect shaped, lips as soft as a cloud. Well, he has been told~ Anyways yeah no one frankly came to this stupid thing.He really rather be out tracking down Calista. Or annoying Seth. Though, the second one Darrian hasn't been doin lately. He had been hearing alot of stuff has been happening on Seth's side of the table lately. Well, he a commander.

Stupid job. Darrian avoided those jobs like a ninja. They DOUBLE the work than what he was doin. Well...techinally...not. Darrian's has more work frankly because he dealt with more people... Though, Darrian usually just to "impress" the school officals he does a small sum to show he isn't lazy. Though, Darrian feels sorry for the poor being who does all his work. Oh well, Darrian went on top the platform. He went towards the mircophone practicing for later on tonight.

He tapped the mircophone. "TESTING...One...Two....Three. Who let teh DOGS?! ROOF ROOF ROOF! Chuck Norris. did...to kill you!" Darrian said with a smile. Okay.. a bit of a random moment... Darrian thought.

[rinka]

Tossing cloths every which way, Rinka searched frantically for one specific item. It had been right on top of her bed, really and for truelies! She hoped desperately that the little green leprechauns of thievery hadn't made off with it. A kid in third grade had convinced her those actually existed when she questioned them about where her zoo crackers had gone and how his looked suspicious. Now when things went missing she couldn't help but think they may have been taken by the tiny green men.

Luckily this wasn't such a case! "Silly Rinka." she said aloud, reaching behind the bed where an orange pair of pants with black stripes had fallen. She must have accidentally caused them to tumble over the edge in her rush to get ready for the student address. Some girls around the dorm had been talking about how the Student President would be filling in for the faculty, something about him being.. um.. Hotty McHotHot? Dreamy eyes, gorgeous hair, a killer body, things like that. Personally, Rinka would like to meet the President, but not for weird reasons like to stare at his.. devilish? was that the word they used? Devilishly hansom good-looks. She thought it important to at least know who the person representing you is. So far all she knew was his name, Darrian Zenon. Well.. and his blood-type along with a few measurements she was already starting to forget.

She also had another task to accomplish that had to be done before the Address though! Though whoever was in charge of the costumes may not have noticed yet, or ever would, Rinka was still in possession of her tiger outfit from the day she ran away from Drew. Her consciousness had really been nagging her lately about returning the thing, and she also had to find the cloths that she'd left behind that someone had probably just put into one of the trunks. Having taken a hot bubble bath, she felt squeaky clean as she put on the newly washed pair of stripped pants. The plan was to go in before everyone got there, change into her normal cloths, than head back out without anyone the wiser. With that in mind she left her shirt on the hanger, and simply zipped up the matching jacket, leaving her shoes by the door as well. Pulling the hood up to show off the cute little ears she headed out of her room for the building.

The Address wasn't scheduled for awhile so Rinka figured herself safe until the speakers blared with someone apparently testing out the microphone. Hoping whoever it was hadn't seen her come in, she went down on all fours like a real tiger and stalked towards the stage under the cover of the rows of seats, the tail dragging behind her. The hard part came when she reached the stairs to climb onto the stage. As silently as she could Rinka slinked up the stairs to try and get behind the curtain where the props and costumes would be.