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[bizmaxtv]

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[knightmathias]

when: after his audition ? lmao is there an order to the auditions where: the anchor who: @zahramalik​

After his confusing and unnerving post-audition conversation with Heidi, the only thing on Mathias’ mind had been getting a drink. This time, he could admit that it was to take the edge off -- he couldn’t place another time when he’d been as unsettled as this. Things went his way all the time, all the damn time, and people liked him. Especially authority figures; charm was his superpower, and it had always saved him. But Heidi was calling bullshit on it -- he was the best. What did it matter, about anything else?

Mathias, I’m not Orson, she had said, and the words still rang in his head. The fifteen-minutes walk to The Anchor had been clearing, a silent alone-time he’s never needed before, and the bartender didn’t even blink when he ordered, despite the time of day. Already on his second drink, he shot Josephine a text to find out where she was, before he looked up from his phone and saw Zahra’s familiar face.

“Hey,” he called over, raising his glass at her. “How was your audition? Heidi going to have a hard time picking between you and Josie for Lady Macbeth?”

[harryzhangs]

fuck/marry/kill: helen, lexie, zahra

fuck: lexie. i mean, have you seen them? @stctues

marry: helen. i literally adore that girl, we’d make fantastic wives. yeah, i know ‘bro code’ is a thing, but jonah doesn’t exist in this hypothetical world, okay? @ofhelens

kill: zahra. staying consistent on this one. @zahramalik

[joseqhine]

where: library in the castle when: after announcement, before auditions who: @zahramalik​

Josie’s eyes were set firmly on a single book across the room, her brow furrowed in concentration as she shook her hands at her side and muttered the line over and over to herself.  ❛ What need we fear who knows it... when none can call our power to account... ❜  Ever since Heidi’s announcement of the fourth’s year’s final performance, these words had been running through Josephine’s mind on repeat. They were words that she had known for years now, a monologue that she had rehearsed numerous times before, words that had indeed secured her her place at this very school. Josephine had always believed that she was made to play the role of Lady Macbeth --- she was the woman who had drawn her into the classics in the first place --- and this last audition she would now do at Alderidge felt ripe with opportunity. She couldn’t hide her pleasure if she tried. Orson or not, Josephine was going to play Lady Macbeth, and it lit a fire in her heart right next to the ashes of grief.

Shaking her hands out for the last time, Josie straightened her spine only to let it crumble again in just the right place, falling into the role of Lady Macbeth seamlessly. With her eyes now locked on her hands, her brow was creased with worry, and her trembling lips opened to begin, only to be cut off by the sound of the door to the library opening abruptly.

Snapping out of the role as easily as she had fallen into it, Josie whipped around to see who it was who had interrupted her, her eyes immediately rolling at the sight of Zahra.  ❛ Excuse you, ❜  Josephine spat, turning on her heel back towards the singular book she had been focused on moments earlier.  ❛ I’m using the space to rehearse, so either take your book and leave or find somewhere else to spit your meaningless lines. ❜

[teddynewell]

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: a couple days after the cast list was announced, probs. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: the refectory. 𝚠𝚑𝚘: @zahramalik​.

teddy makes his way over to their usual table at the back of the refectory. he is starving after a long day of classes and rehearsals. it’s nice to be able to just focus on being a normal university student. at last, he doesn’t feel like he has to worry about anyone finding out his little secret. the calm before the storm. probably.

the pasta on his plate is making his mouth water as he takes a seat right across from zahra. teddy feels like they’re spending much more time together lately. their semester as costars, her relationship with hudson. not that he minds having her around. teddy likes zahra, and he would probably like her a lot better if she wasn’t sleeping with the guy teddy was in love with.

“bon appetite,” he tells her with a little smile as a way of greeting. and then he adds, “congratulations on banquo, it’s might not be the lead, but it’s still a great role, and a damn good warrior.”

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[ensemblehq]

due to personal reasons, please unfollow @zahramalik / the temptress.

the temptress is NOT reopened until further notice.

[bxstvrd]

✉️

send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did.

december 31, 2016

[UNSENT 11:14pm] i’m really happy i met you. i don’t think i tell you that often enough, and it’s not because i don’t want to tell you that, but it’s because... i don’t know, never mind

june 1, 2017

[UNSENT 09:18pm] did i fuck it up? is that just... what i do? do you even care?

october 31, 2017

[UNSENT 08:13am] if you see me at the party tonight with helen, don’t like... make it a thing. it’s not a thing. we’re just friends. and it shouldn’t even matter to you what i do or who i’m seeing because it’s not like we’re fucking married or

august 29, 2018

[UNSENT 12:59pm] do you enjoy making this harder than it needs to be? is that something that’s fun for you? look i’m not saying i was a perfect gentleman or that what happened wasn’t my fault, i’m just trying to fucking understand why you can’t let it go. or maybe i’m the one who can’t let it go...jesus christ...

april 1, 2019

[UNSENT 07:17am] hey i fucked up, i love you, i want to be with you, meet me tonight?......APRIL FOOL’S

september 12, 2019

[UNSENT 02:21am] i can see you by the lake. can i come join you? i don’t want to wake harry or helen, but i can’t sleep, and i can’t be alone, and i think it’s been long enough that we can bury the hatchet, don’t you? like. we used to be friends. or at least. i thought we were friends. and maybe... maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we went back to that...

november 7, 2019

[DELIVERED 5:07pm] you are so fucking late to rehearsal, you better be dead because that’s the only excuse orson will accept

[bxstvrd]

fuck/marry/kill: hudson, julian, zahra

fuck: hudson @hudscnwilliams

marry: julian (it’s not a thing don’t make it a thing) @juliansbennet

kill: zahra @zahramalik

[harryzhangs]

FMK: mads, zahra, grace

fuck: grace. i mean, we’ve done it before, so... @scenestlr

marry: mads. come on, this one’s obvious, she’s my girlfriend. @ofmadsle

kill: zahra. not that i’d wish death on anyone, but if i have to pick, it’s a pretty easy choice here. @zahramalik

[bxstvrd]

DATE & TIME: Between classes, a few days before auditions LOCATION: The FAB AVAILABILITY: Taken @zahramalik​

To say Jonah was going through the motions of rehearsing was an understatement. Most of his peers were gunning for leads harder than he’d ever seen them try in his time at Alderidge, and he was barely keeping up. By sheer force of will, he’d gotten himself out of his room and over to the FAB to practice, but his heart wasn’t in it, wasn’t in any of this. Why was he even bothering with Macbeth? Why couldn’t he relegate himself to the sidelines and just get through it?

He entered the large auditorium with every intention of running his lines a few times, making sure he could give even a vestige of a believable performance while on autopilot, and then go moodily read Sylvia Plath and smoke too many cigarettes by the lake. But there, on the stage, was Zahra – a vision of a performer, her presence demanding attention at his very arrival. He was so captivated by her delivery that he almost – operative word, almost – forgot about the hot coil of shame twisting inside of him at the thought of their texts.

Jonah hadn’t meant it. He never meant it when he lashed out, not really. And he’d never quite learned how to apologize.

“Sometimes I forget you can actually act,” Jonah said, approaching her, only realizing after the fact how his words came off and kicking himself for being unable to bury the hatchet. “I didn’t– that was supposed to be a complement. Uh. Force of habit, I guess...”

He raked a nervous hand through his hair, twisting his mouth into frown. “Let me just– say something? And then I’ll leave you alone. But, well... I shouldn’t have said what I said, and it wasn’t fair of me. I was...” Angry? Depressed? Alone? Confused? All of the above? “I was cruel. I shouldn’t have been. You don’t have to forgive me, for any of it, but I just. I had to say something. So.” A deep breath. “Sorry. Or... whatever.”

[ensemblehq]

the following individuals have 24 hours to make an in-character post or message the main for a hiatus before their characters are re-opened:

@scenestlr @zahramalik