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aidenclayton :

Looking up at the older male, Aiden had to admit that the softness in Mr. Junho’s eyes eased some of his nerves. He smiled slightly, nodding once. “Okay, cool. Are there going to be sign up sheets for crew, or something?” He could easily imagine Elizabeth throwing a fit if she found out Fairfield had cancelled a musical and his smile almost grew at the thought. He grinned sheepishly as the drama teacher ruffled his hair, grateful that the other guy was so kind and easy to get along with. Of course, he’d expected nothing less. Upon the suggestion that he join drama club, Aiden raised a brow in surprise. He never would have imagined himself joining in a million years, despite Elizabeth’s urging him to in the past, but now he hesitated. It felt wrong, especially since she wouldn’t be there. Forcing those feelings aside, he nodded again. “Yeah, I can join. If that’s the best way to keep up to speed with everything. And I’d like to be more involved.” With everything going on lately, he found that it was better if he distracted himself with activities. And although he knew the question about Elizabeth was coming, it still threw him for a loop. He briefly thought of the photos of the two of them on his phone, the ones of her kissing his cheek and another one of him with his arms circled around her waist. He didn’t expect her to tell anyone about him, since they had never been an official couple, but what they’d had was still real. Or, it had been real to him, at least. “Yeah, I was.” Unlilke her, he wasn’t good at hiding emotion, the pain evident in his eyes. And so even when he followed with, “But I’m fine.” it was clear that there was still more to the story. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he looked back up at the teacher. “What about you? How are you doing, with everything?”

“once we decide a musical, and get auditions started, we’ll have a crew sign up. i’ll email you the moment everything starts, aidan, don’t worry.” he reassured the young man, waving his hand dismissively. it was a good feeling when he noticed aiden relax slightly, if junho calmed him nerves, even for a moment, then that was worth it. if he could bring his suffering from one hundred to ninety-eight, it was worth it. it was why he was a teacher right now. he smiled wider, “you don’t be forced to do any acting, or anything. we mostly hang out, talk, snack. we watch musicals, and study and discuss them. but you don’t have to do all that.”

junho frowned, lifting his hand, and smoothing it over his shoulder. he gave him a comforting squeeze, “you don’t have to be fine, aiden. my door is always open. i was close with her too. she was my star, reminded me a little too much of myself, sometimes.” he smiled sadly, “it’s okay wit feel scared and hurt and confused. i’m scared. but she’ll be okay, we’ll find her. for now, we have to keep our hopes up, and keep fairfield welcoming for her.”

#aiden

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hvmanitylcst :

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ. Shaking his head he pushes through the crowd. He didn’t want any of it to be true. If he could just… forget that night. He would be fine. Just push that fateful night from his mind for good. But it was everywhere. They were everywhere. Even when they were gone they still found a way to grab hold of them all. He feels the shudder racing across his spine as his feet briskly rush across the marble. His gaze flitting around landing on each passerby.

He needed a distraction. His feet already know where he’s going before the idea forms in his mind. Knuckles rapidly hitting the open door with a small if not forced smile on his face. “Mr. Seong. I was wondering if there was anything more I could do this year considering..” He almost says considering Elizabeth is gone, but he stops short and sighs. “Considering there’s been a lot of chaos. I… I really care about drama and I don’t want the club to fall through because people aren’t joining.”

Scrunching his nose he lets a nervous laugh out. “I mean I um… I was thinking costume design wise and stage setting we could maybe recruit the art club again?” Shaking his head he sighs. “Ah, you probably already thought of that though… It’s just weird without… It was easier when she was here. She would have probably stopped me from coming in here. I just… I feel like I owe it to her to do more until she comes back. She… She wouldn’t want the drama club to dwindle into the darkness again.”

@seong-junho

junho was going through his itinerary, multitasking while he considered possible musicals. he was debating what to do - with recent events, something light hearted would be nice, but another part of him was wanting to leave it up for the students. they never let the student body pick the musical and it was an idea that was growing for him. it might help with moral. he glanced up at the knock, and smiled when reese entered. easily one of his favorite students, always helpful, always supportive, a sweet boy.

he could tell immediately that reese wasn’t himself, he was anxious, and junho rose from his chair, stepping forward and shutting the door, twisting the lock. “reese, son, come down.” he offer a smile, his hand settling on his shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze. “the club is going to be fine, we’ll manage. we always have.” he guided him to one of the chairs and let him sit before he moved back around his own desk and settled.

he frowned when reese said she, her. junho understood what reese was saying. he reached out, motioning for reese to give him his hand, “hey, we’ll hold the club down steady.” he said, “we can get the art club again, we can talk to maybe some other clubs, offer some credit for participation. we’ll work everything out, reese. for her, and for us.” he smiled again, squeezing the boys hand, before he leaned back, “how are you feeling, though? being back here?”

#reese

aidenclayton :

Somehow Aiden always found himself at the drama department, heartbroken. Every time he stepped foot in this building, now that the students had gone missing, he felt a pain in his chest. “Hi, sorry. Yeah. Uh, is now a good time? My name’s Aiden Clayton. I, uh, was wondering if you’re going to do a musical this year?” God. His voice nearly cracked. What a loser. “And, uh. I’m not in any of your tech classes, but I’m interested in being a part of the crew. I’d really like to help.” For Elizabeth, was the implication, but he didn’t say it out loud. The pain was in his eyes, the same pain he figured was in the drama teacher’s heart. “If you’re not doing a show because of everything that happened, that’s cool. I just. I don’t know. I think she would’ve wanted it.” He found himself babbling on, unable to just shut the hell up.

junho lifted a brow at the boy. he didn’t appear to be familiar, he couldn’t recall him from any classes, but he could tell now that he was nervous n his approach. he waited until he finished, allow the child to get all his words before his eyes softened. and he smiled sadly. “there’s going to be a musical, of course. “she’ll kick my ass if she ever found out i stopped a musical. even for her.” he lifted a hand, ruffling the other’s hair, “appreciate the offer, aiden. of course you can help. we always need sound and stage crew. it’s not a show without people like you. you should join drama club, it will be the way to keep you up to speed.” junho suggested, his smile fading some, “were you close with elizabeth? are you doing okay?”

#aiden #it's all good #i respect you

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#mirror #so handsome ;n;

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the stage was always too big. from the first time junho stepped foot on it in high school, and right in this very moment. the difference? never before had junho felt like the stage was missing something. was broken, or shattered or wrong. but here at fairfield prep, nothing was whole. especially not the theatre department. junho paused in the middle of the stage, looking out at the sea of seats. empty now - but were usually filled to the brim, waiting in anticipation to see what masterpiece they would get to witness on stage.

that masterpiece was typically elizabeth king.

#ffprpgtask

marcyeholland :

though she wouldn’t admit it (and hadn’t yet), the aburnette had been there the night the students had disappeared. her brother had brought her along for a tour earlier that day, and when she received an invite for one of the campus’ infamous parties, he encouraged her to attend. they’d gone missing later that same night. perhaps the mystery still being unsolved was part of the reason she’d decided to come here. “oh, i understand,” marcy hummed, presenting him with a warm smile as she adjusted her grip on her belongings. she’d participated in many similar classes at her pervious school, but with all the other prestigious subjects here requiring pre-assigned reading, marcy knew she wouldn’t be able to let the stress rest until she had asked the professor himself. “it makes perfect sense,” she reassured, but gently pulled the supplies list from her notebook anyway and handed it to him to gloss over. “i really appreciate that, sir,” and she did, it was nice to meet a teacher already who seemed like they were cut out for working with students. “you won’t have to worry about dedication on my part, i promise. i am interested in the school play, actually. when does the school usually perform it?”

he took the sheet, returning her smile as he looked down at it. humming softly and swaying on the balls of his feet. he looked at her other classes for a moment, before he looked at his own, pathetically empty in comparison to the others. he didn’t see the point of loading kids brains with mush, he wanted them coming in fresh for the first day. loose, and curious. “it’s right. if you want a kick start on assignments i can write things down for you, but other than that you’re perfect.” he reassured her, handing the paper back to her. “it’s my pleasure, marcy. i appreciate you taking initiative and coming here to speak with me.” his smile grew at her promise, something he would hold her to. his brows lifted at her words, and he clapped his hands together, “the play.” he forced a laugh, elizabeth king fresh in his mind. his little star, demanding and a pain but ever the perfect performer. never once letting him, or an audience down. “we usually have a winter, and a spring show. auditions will be held later in the semester, once everyone is settled in in the grove of things, along with the announcement of the play. are you interested in performing, or maybe stage crew? or are you just an eager fan?” he joked, waggling his brows.

#marcy

libbyfckngmeyers :

Refraining from rolling her eyes, Libby was tempted to snatch his cocky attitude and shove it up his ass. Not that it was too much for her to handle, just that it wasn’t worth her time. Of course the class was full, that was just her luck. But Libby was very well aware that, based off what he was telling her, a handful of students probably gave up on drama before giving it a shot and damn it, Libby didn’t want to be one of those. She wasn’t a quitter, she just didn’t care very much. Crossing her arms over her chest, the blonde nodded impatiently, repressing a sigh. “I can handle the work. Do you have a transfer slip I need to get approved or anything?”

junho quirked a brow, making a little motion with his finger for her to follow him into the classroom. typically, his class met in the auditorium, but his classrooms desks were set up in a large circle. all facing each other with a little mat in the middle where he, or another student would stand. he moved to his desk, sitting down with a huff as he opened the cabinet behind his desk. he started to fill out the form, signing his name first, and working in the date, and note about giving her an opening slot. he paused at her name. he lifted her gaze to hers, pressing the cap against his bottom lip, before he leaned back in the chair, “tell me; why do you want to add drama to your schedule? is there a reason in particular you’re showing interest in my class?” he gave a little smile, folding his other arm over his chest. he could tell she was rushed, to the point, trying to get here and get done quickly. but if she was serious, she could start putting in the effort now.

#libby

libbyfckngmeyers :

Libby was struggling. She’d been told countless times that her grades were fine, but she needed to work harder on her extracurriculars if she wanted to get into any of the universities she had her eyes set on. And by work harder, she assumed they meant actually take some fucking extracurricular activities. Which, of course, she had never taken in her life, save for the girls football team, which was a plus, but didn’t really count. Smoothing her skirt down, the blonde exhaled in frustration as she stalked down the halls to the drama room, determined to find the professor who she hoped would be either in the classroom or his office. A tiny smile of satisfaction graced her lips as she caught sight of who she believed to be just who she was looking for. She approached him silently before clearing her throat to catch his attention. “Yeah, actually. I’ve been thinking about joining transferring into your class, and I wanted to see if you have any room for another student.” She was pulling the ‘polite’ card, all smiles and bright eyes, when she was honestly just on a mission to get a spot in this damn class.

“oh?” he quirked a brow in interest, giving her a once over before placing a hand on his hip, “my class is pretty much full, at the moment; but i can write your name down for when people start to drop it and we can work our way in from there about what fits into your schedule.” he suggested. everyone thought drama would be easy, thought theatre was just reading lines from some shakespearean play, and being talked at for forty some minutes, or watching movies. but, no, junho took his class very serious and when people found it it was far from an easy a they chickened out, dropping the class and moving onto whatever they think is the next easiest elective. he had no doubts in his mind that there were students who were at their councilor’s office right now transferring out. “it’s not easy work.” he warned, making a circular motion with his hand, “it’s standing up in front of the room and reciting the same ten words until i’m convinced by it and see improvement. it’s doing group work, and not slacking off but putting the weight in. if you’re up for hard work and a challenge i would love to have you.”

#libby

marcyeholland :

“great,” marcy sighed in something like relief, stretching out her hand to greet him, though she kept the motion close to her body. “wonderful to meet you! i’m marcy holland, i’m in your fifth period class.” she retracted her hand and gave him a warm and grateful smile. it was nice to meet a professor who seemed not only okay with being bothered, but happy to help. “actually, i noticed that there weren’t any books listed on the curriculum to study list the school gave me and i wanted to make sure that wasn’t a mistake. could you take a look and let me know if i’m missing anything?”

he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at the way a bit of tension eased from her voice. she still seemed to hold herself very guarded, but there were plenty of reasons for that; new school year, interactions with an educator, missing students. he could sympathize. “ooh, okay. well, it’s nice to meet you, marcy. i appreciate you coming here with this.” it would be much easier to explain, and go through now instead of during class. especially since opening week was so busy. “the only thing you need walking into my class is you; unless i instruct otherwise.” he explained, folding his arms over his chest, “typically in class, unless we’re having a written exam, i do everything orally. a lot of grouping up, getting in front of the class for script reading and expression training. so, there’s nothing you need to walk in the door with. does that make sense?” he tiled his head a bit the side, “i can definitely skim it, just in case. but that sounds about right to me. the class isn’t easy, though. it requires a lot of dedication, and attention. but my door is always open if you have any questions, or need help.”

#marcy

marcyeholland :

a new year, a fresh start. that’s what was important about fairfield prep, to marcy anyway. it was her ticket to starting over, to reinventing herself. do this one thing for me marce, her brother had asked, don’t mention mom and dad. they aren’t the only part of you. not that she wasn’t half certain her teachers already knew, as she supposed it was a school board rule to let staff know when a student has a family history of violence. nonetheless, walking down the marbled floors of the boarding academy, marcy rolled her shoulders back and released a breath. if a studious sister is what charlie wanted, a studious sister he shall get. marcy had taken it upon herself to introduce herself to all her teachers and make sure she had everything needed for the curriculum, and her drama teacher would be no different. “excuse me,” marcy piped up, hands holding her class schedule in front of her stomach protectively. “would you happen to be the theatre professor?”

junho gives the girl a once over, before he pushes himself off the wall and offers a warm smile. she was a bit closed in on herself, what with the way she was desperately gripping her schedule to her chest. nerves? anxiety? a normal healthy amount. or concerning? “that’s right.” he confirmed with a nod, holding out a hand in greeting, “mr. seong. theatre professor, and head of drama and school production.” he supplied, his lips pulling into an even wider smile, “how can i help you?”

#marcy #it's perfect c:

it was chaos during the start of every year, but this year was different from so many beforehand. there was a eerie air about fairfield prep, there was a hesitance to everyone’s step and junho didn’t doubt that the disappearances of three very well known, and popular students was weighing heavy on the conscious of everyone present in the boarding school. the staff were especially expecting to maintain and keep an eye on students this semester, until more evidence involving the cases was discovered. he had always been careful as a teacher, and now he felt completely cautious about every word he spoke, and every person he saw. he was a bit too in his head as he leaned against the wall outside the drama room, too caught up the whens, how, whys of last years mystery that somehow was still an open case. he blinked, his head lifting and turning the body at his side, just now noticing their presence, “what was that? did you need something?”