Just Looking -Open-

[Lydia Florence Moore]

Lydia nodded and hurried for the stairs. "I'll be down in thirty minutes - Tops!" she called, already halfway down the hall. A group of her more artsy classmates were putting on a play for the younger students out in the garden and her friend had forgotten her costume all the way up on the sixth floor. Lucky Lydia was only a bystander and was dispatched to retrieve it.

She didn't mind of course, because at least she was getting her exercise. That and she doubted highly that some ghost would be lingering in the costume closet. She pulled open the door and stepped inside.

"Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?" she murmured as she looked through the rows of costumes.

And to her amazement, she got a response.

[Rayne Apollo Elrond Tyler]

Rayne just finished a drama class with his werewolves. They were rehearsing for The Wizard of Oz. One of the most cliche plays Rayne could have picked but he didn't care. He was just going to have fun. He gathered up the costumes and discarded scripts at a slow, leisurely pace before walking out of the room and down the hall, still taking his sweet time. Rayne was in no hurry. His next class was with the vampire students and that wasn't until two am -vampire high tea. He hummed to himself as he walked down the hall. Had the costume closet always been this far away? He shook his head and entered the closet, raising his brows at the person in the room.

He smiled and set his things on a chair. "Technically, it's 'Romeo, O Romeo, where for art though, Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse they name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet." He smirked. "Wherein I respond with 'Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" Rayne wasn't a drama teacher for nothing. He loved plays and Shakespeare was his favorite playwright.

As he waited for the girl's response, he began handing up costumes from his class and organizing the scripts in a nice pile on a desk off to the side. The costume room was impeccably organized because Rayne had slight OCD. He leaned back and observed the girl when he finished hanging up his class's costumes, curious about what she was looking for. He didn't ask, though, because Professor Rayne Tyler wasn't nosy.

Words: 281

[Lydia Florence Moore]

Lydia laughed softly to herself. "You sure know a lot more about Romeo and Juilet than I do. Tell me, did you come from the time of famous playwrite?" she naturally assumed the voice to belong to a ghost, because typically ghosts talked to her when she was alone, and she hadn't turned around to see if it was a real person.

Frowning, she pushed aside some costumes and stepped through them into another row. "Would you happen to know where I can find the costume for Robin Hood?" she asked and looked around for whom she was speaking with. Right, they are behind the row of costumes she pulled them apart and poked her head through the opening. "It's urgent. Oh, um, Tyler, right?" she said, feeling her cheeks take a light pink colour to them in her embaressment.

[Rayne Apollo Elrond Tyler]

Rayne muttered to himself as he pushed through costumes, looking for where to hang the Cowardly Lion's outfit. The werewolf that was the cowardly lion complained over being a 'measly, worthless cat' until he read the script. Rayne looked up when the girl spoke.

"I wish," he sad, laughing cheerfully. "I hear that William was an excellent conversationalist. Nah, I just came from the drama room." He hung up the lion outfit and began searching for where he had Dorothy's outfit previously. By the time the girl spoke to him again, he was hanging up the last costume from class. There was nothing for Toto since they were going to ask one of the dog shape-shifters to play Toto for them. Rayne gave the girl a reprimanding look. "Professor Tyler," he said sternly. "And yes, I know where it is. I practically live here. The costumes have a certain order to them. Robin Hood would be first in the male costumes," he pointed to the opposite side of the room, "and then filed under 'R'."

He nodded to himself and walked over to the scripts to begin sorting them. He sorted them by character gender and letter (the beginning letter of the title), like he did with the costumes. It made everything much easier for him. Sighing, Rayne looked over his shoulder.

"Why do you need this costume?" he asked, a hesitant edge to his voice. He didn't like giving his costumes out to just anyone. "Perhaps I should come watch... Whatever it is you're doing. I'm hesitant about loaning out my costumes," he told the girl. He didn't know that he had her in one of his classes. After all, college students seemed to drop Drama when they got into college. He sighed and looked expectantly at the girl, still organizing his scripts.

Words: 311

[Lydia Florence Moore]

Lydia smiled, "Sorry, bad habit I know. I just think titles are so formal." she apologized and went where he suggested. Robin Hood's costume was exactly where he said it was. Amazing. If I had his ability to organise stuff, my mother would love me forever.

"Oh, some of my friends in your drama class are putting on a little show for some younger students. It's really just an improvisation drama, but all the versions I've watched so far are hilarious. Robin Hood is for Gavin, Gavin James. He's a vampire in my year but I don't know if you know him well or what." she explained and quickly found herself to be rambling. She liked vampires, in fact one of her two best friends was a vampire.

"Of course I'm not in it. My acting has always been horrible. Never gotten away with one lie cause of it." she laughed.

Lydia walked back over to Professor Tyler and added, "I'm sure they'd love you to come watch. They're preforming in the garden."

[Rayne Apollo Elrond Tyler]

The dark haired man chuckled at the girl. "I do not. But I grew up in the 1800's and it has been ingrained into my mind that titles are a must. I understand this century is much different." He smiled and made sure all his scripted were in order because the last time they weren't, Rayne had had a panic attack. And Rayne plus panic attack equals nothing good.

"Oh," Rayne said, feeling a bit giddy, "Improv! One of my personal favorites. You should pop in for an improv class, they're so fun!" He laughed and looked at the girl (he didn't know her name yet, and that was bad -so said by his inner gentleman) and tipped his head to the side. "Gavin... Gavin... Oh, he's one of the ones in my evening classes instead of my Vampire High Tea classes." He nodded as he spoke. "I know him. He's a nice boy."

Rayne almost glided to the door and he leaned against the wall, waiting for the young woman. He chuckled when she said her acting was bad. "I suppose I will come watch. What time is it, anyway?" He never wore a watch because they were a bit bothersome.

_{Words: 208}

[Lydia Florence Moore]

"If I held any true passion for the art, I'd take that offer in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, I'd just make a fool of myself. My friends find me odd in that sense." Lydia said with a musical laugh. "Gavin especially. He always tells me 'Lydia, you can make the words on paper come alive with your voice alone'. But whenever I get up on that stage I make a fool of myself. I'm just not convincing enough, not even to myself."

She followed him to the door. When he asked the time, she reached into her mess of hair and pulled out a clip with a working clock. "It's just about three o'clock ... Which means I've got five minutes to get back downstairs!" She cursed herself silently. She'd been so busy talking that she'd lost all track of time.

"We've got to hurry if they're going to start on time. Come on, I don't want them to be delayed because of me again." and Lydia took off for the stairs.