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[Prof. Caleb Rothwell]

 

Act 1, Scene 4
 
Setting:
 

Living room of a small home

 

It's around 8:50 to a bit after 9 P.M, on a cold, clear, moonless, slightly surreal Friday night
in the middle of the deepest part of a Northern Maine winter.
 

Characters:
Gayle

Lendall

 

SCRIPT

Edited by Aymeric Mallard, 16 April 2023 - 09:06 AM.

[Daniel Callum Macnair]

Nate Blakelee | Closed Scene with Allison Devereaux
Rpc. Reconcile

Contrary to popular belief, Daniel did not want to have any kissing scenes with Anastasiya for many reasons, first he’s still clinging to their memories and having to kiss her will make it worse. Daniel’s tried moving on but his stubborn heart won’t allow him so he’s stuck with the memory. It’s wrong, he is perfectly aware and hasn’t done anything so far verbally or intentionally to jeopardize her relationship or stir any conflicts but he can’t help the intensity of his feelings that engulf him whenever she is around. This scene was going to make things worse but he needed to keep in mind it’s all said and done in character - hard when he’s head over heels where Ana is concerned but he will try.

Nate waits for Allison at the lockers with his surprise after their heavy argument the previous night over her missing his main game for the season and skipping his parents' anniversary party.
It’s 8 AM - 5 minutes before the first lesson .

They haven’t been speaking for three days resulting in Nate’s outburst in her dormitory when she refused to talk. He understood she’s got more responsibility than the rest of them owing to the part time jobs she does but when it comes to her own activities she makes time for them. Allison embarrassed him gravely the other night in front of his parents who take her highly after her no show at their anniversary. He made up an excuse for her but they all knew it’s the usual Nate trying to stir the blame away from his girlfriend. Irrespective of his irritation at her habit, he can’t stay enraged at her for longer and arrived early to the school, decorating her locker with balloons and a congratulatory card for winning the lacrosse match against their biggest rivals. One of the team mates called out to him, chatting about the upcoming fundraiser.

Edited by Daniel Callum Macnair, 07 July 2021 - 03:50 PM.

[Alfie Miller]

[Kohl Saunders - Closed scene with Jenna Paul]

 

Alfie was really getting the hang of this whole druggie thing. He found it really fun actually to act like someone he totally wasn't. He loved doing little scenes as Kohl and was found re-reading the script over and over even when he had the lines memorized already since he was just so excited. He had gotten into costume and was wearing some ripped jeans and a faded black shirt, his hair a stringy mess. He slung a backpack over one of his shoulders as they were about to start the scene. Also excited since he knew the girl he would be acting with, India as they had a few classes before and met in other places as well so he liked her.

 

The bell has just rung indicating that students should be in class. A few rush through the halls hoping not to be late. 

 

Kohl had slept his way through first period and was awoken by the bell and teacher nudging him. He grabbed his things and started down the almost empty hallway. Reaching his locker he started to do the combination and opened it up. Books and papers fell out from his packed locker and scattered on the ground. He was slow to bend down and grab his things until he realized what else had fallen out which was a huge part of his druggie stash. Being known as the 'Bush Doctor', Kohl always needed to have "merchandise" ready wherever he was for his customers. However, this was not the place for his stash to fall out. Quickly grabbing little baggies with plants and joints he attempted to shove them into his locker without being noticed. 

[India Upshaw]

[jenna paul]{1}

 

Dia had been transformed into Jenna and it amused her to no end. She felt like she looked really weird as a blonde and was salty because she also looked way older. She had always acted as if she was, mostly because she hung out with her older sister and her friends too often, but now believed she looked even older than Kenia and it was weird. The philtrum was cool but uncomfortable, and she had spent too much time wiggling her mouth that she had made it fall down a couple times, much to Bethy's annoyance. Dia'd be having her first scene ever with Alfie, the boy she had met last summer camp and whom she knew as chocolate boy. They had shared a few classes after that and while they hadn't interacted much, she was glad he was the one she'd be sharing the scene with. She was dressed in a bit revealing clothes though they had made sure nothing moved because she had momentarily freaked out about it, but her absolutely favourite part were the high heels and the cute handbag. Her long blond hair cascaded down her shoulders while she threw a temper tantrum because of the eyebrows, thinking they were way too defined, but it as a character trait so she'd have to deal with it. No matter what, she was ready and too eager to start, and so positioned herself.
 
Jenna had heard the bell, but hadn't stood up just yet, waiting for everyone else to leave the classroom first. She needed it to hide a neat, girly package underneath one of the tables, taping it carefully and exchanging it for some money that had been left there the same way in exchange for her products. As much as she disliked Heather and her clique, and how disgusted Wyatt and his friends made her, they were the ones who bought the expensive molly for their boring parties. She had managed to go unnoticed as she was only the supposed link to the actual dealer, and being the principal's daughter and having such and angelic face definitely helped. Besides, her little packages looked like tiny jewelry boxes with a secret compartment so whoever who came across one of them, would find charms and earrings instead. She pretended to be finishing her History assigment and had smiled and waved the professor goodbye, then hurried to tape and untape before leaving the classroom. The corridor was packed by then, and she strolled along towards her locker when she was forced to stop as someone had had their belongings popping out of their compartment. Jenna exhaled loudly and rolled her eyes, though her annoyance was quickly replaced by amusement. He had missed a baggie that had fallen a bit further from him, and she picked it up. She could have pocketed it but she didn't want to go around smelling of that thing. "I think you missed one," Jenna quipped, dangling the baggie in front of his face with the biggest sarcastic smile on her face. "I'm not sure if dad will be too happy about this..." She trailed off, leaning against the adjacent locker.

Edited by India Upshaw, 17 July 2021 - 12:39 AM.

[Anastasiya Hennings]

[Allison Devereaux] [1]

 

Ana was in the biggest dilemma of wanting to give up her role and continuing it. It wasn't the role that was the problem... it was different and she liked different. She could ace it too being the great actress that she was. But it was the actors. It was like she was entangled between them. Her characters supposedly best friend and x were two people she couldn't stop. If that wasn't enough, Daniel's character was her character's boyfriend. It was strange and as she kept reading the script, she just felt weird. This was wrong on so many levels and actor or not, she wouldn't want to consider it. But then after Santi had gotten his role, she figured if he could do it, she could too. Have better control over her emotions, you know? So, she didn't back out. Part of it was also because she didn't want to hurt Daniel's feelings by showing he was the reason although if she had done it, it would be for him too. She couldn't imagine how hard it must be for him... reading that script and realizing how this was to end. The previous few scenes had been strange, arguments and then Nora being the best friend but they were still okay-ish? She could deal with them. But the upcoming one... Ana had no idea how to act it out as it involved, well... scenes. Scenes she would only want to do in character and out of character with Santi. But she had gone through with the acting so there wasn't any room for backing out unless she wanted to spoil it. Giving herself a pep talk for an entire hour, she had already prepared herself to act like Allison, think like Allison, and be everything Allison. So no Ana thoughts were going to bother her or make her feel guilty, or she hoped. At least there were less lines.

 

 

Allison... the character, it was her turn now and Ana closed her eyes tight and then opened them ready for the act. After the intense match against their rivals, Allison had pretty much crashed, unable to bring up the strength for any social activities. She had three classes the next day, two jobs back to back and the charity event Nate had made her promise before their fight. She knew it was her fault... she was always thinking about herself but it was necessary. Necessary to survive. Unlike the school she's in where power, privilege, and money are everything, Allison comes from a completely different world, and to survive, she needs to work her ass off on that sports scholarship and make sure she has enough money for her college. But she also didn't want to blow off Nate so she made sure he was penned down in her diary for the day. Pushing past the entrance, it was a usual weekday morning where students around her rushed to classes but no one greeted her like she didn't greet them. It was like this the everyday. Fumbling with the keys to her locker, Allison stopped without looking sideways and opened her locker door for her books when three to four balloons popped up. Surprised and embarrassed, she hastily pulled at the strings and pushed them backward, her face red with embarrassment as people walked past her snickering... some curious. Allison's eyes landed on the card next to it, congratulating her for the win and she groaned. Nate... only he could do something like this.

[Alfie Miller]

[Kohl Saunders]

2

 

Kohl was scrambling as fast as he could to pick up everything that had fallen. Even some pills had managed to find their way out and he sighed angrily as he tried getting everything back as fast as he could. He was not a tidy person and so of course his locker was a mess. But after this he'd need to find some way to keep it organized because imagine if someone who didn't know who he was walked by? Some goodie two shoes or a teacher? He knew being a supplier for a lot of the kids at the school was risky business but at the same time Kohl made a lot of money doing so. It was better than working your ass off at some fast food place to be treated like crap. His foster parents were always pestering him to get a job as well and it didn't help that Victoria, his foster sister was always showing off and being the favorite child which made things worse for Kohl at home. No wonder he stayed after school to get high with his stoner friends instead of going home because here was better than there. Rolling his eyes at that thought Kohl was pushing everything deeper into his locker and stopped for a second to make sure nothing would fall out when he opened it again. He had almost got to sigh a breath of relief but heard a voice next to him. His eyes grew wide as he saw the principals daughter, Jenna there and holding a little baggie of weed. His little baggie of weed. "What?! How'd you...?" he asked figuring she had seen it fall or something. But it was too late so now he had to try and save this whole operation, "Jenna, please just give it back. I'll do anything. What do you want? Money? I can give you cash right now. How much do you want? We can forget this ever happened, please..." He reached his hand behind him and pulled his wallet from out of his back pocket. From what Kohl knew he assumed she was a good girl and didn't have a clue about drugs and didn't need her to go running to her dad. He looked at her with panic in his eyes hoping she'd just comply. 

Edited by Alfie Miller, 08 July 2021 - 11:18 PM.

[Iliyana Ozera]

[Cara Aldrich] [Closed Scene with Landon Sharpe]

[RPC 9: Promposal] [1]

 

Iliyana had too many crushes... she couldn't even count on her fingers. From one guy to another guy, it just seemed like her heart kept jumping. Could she have any control? No. Not really. She believed in the literal meaning of being young, wild, and free. It wasn't like Iliyana pursued any or broke hearts so it was good. Her crushes were like just looking at them and swooning. She was happy with that because deep down she was scared... what if she did like someone and suddenly not likes them? If she started talking then it'd be difficult, no? In case it was returned so being safe was the best way to go. And she was planning to follow the same strategy until she had received her script for the movie class and realized her pair was her newest crush; Bennett Volvok. Iliyana hasn't spoken to him much... except for their brief run-in in the randomly appearing room or the class but yea he was cute so he was her crush. She felt slightly awkward because she's never spoken to her crushes so she was nervous. She didn't know how to act and kept thinking... was she too excited? too loud? too overly reacting? Iliyana had attacked Mia with her thoughts and had gone on and on and on until Mia had literally shut her up by giving her some calming candy. It became easier though when they were practicing for the script. Sometimes Iliyana was too loud. Sometimes just too silent. But the scenes were going fine. They had one more so she prepared herself for it. It was supposed to be a promposal and the girl inside of her was literally giggling cuz even if it wasn't real, it was so cute.

 

Scene: Landon asking Cara for the prom

 

 

Cara strutted into the school, pausing at the admin office window to catch her reflection and fixed the butterfly clip that secured her hair in the right place. She had a class in ten minutes, a student council meeting right after and they were to have a discussion with the prom committee for the theme and all that. Prom was her favorite time of the year but also nostalgic since days were drawing closer which meant they'd be graduating in no time. She had her history books in her hand as she brushed the top of the cover and walked to the lockers, smiling at the familiar faces.

[Bennett Volvok]

[Landon Sharpe]

[RPC 9: Promposal] [1]

 

Bennett was a part of the Thespian society for a while now, which was why he decided to participate in the movie. However, after finding out the role they assigned him, he would rather have dropped out. He only was in the drama club for the funny roles, and there was nothing fun about this character. A goody two shoes... ew. The only part that he did like about the character, was the romantic arc with Iliyana's character. The younger Ravenclaw was hawt, and he definitely wouldn't mind getting to kiss her. And maybe slip a hand on her butt. It was in the script after all. 

 

Landon had been planning today for ages. He and Cara had been together for nearly two years now and yes, last year they went to prom as well, but this year, they were seniors. It was their last year at the high school before the student president and Vice President would go to an Ivy League university. They hadn't decided on which one just yet, but Harvard and Princeton were definitely on top of his list. The day before, he filled Cara's locker with flower petals and he showed up with a large bouquet of flowers and a large teddy bear that day. When he arrived at the lockers, his face lit up when he saw Cara. "Princess?" Landon started off, waiting for her to focus her attention on him. ​"Prom would be unbearable without you," He started off, giving the teddy a little squeeze. "Would you do me the honour of becoming my prom date?"

[Daniel Callum Macnair]

Nate Blakelee

To be in character, play another role, both held pros and cons - Daniel’s actions were no longer labeled as his own but his characters - no one doubted, or so he majorly hoped when he turned to Allison/ Ana for the dialogues and momentarily paused. While he favored her original look, Daniel had to admit Ana was rather adept in pulling her blonde look and was caught off guard for a few short moments. This was the perk of being in character where his action were judged to be of Nate’s, a nudge sent his way to carry on with the line. Nate walked closer to where her/ Allison’s locker was located and let out an involuntary sigh as he viewed her, resting his shoulder over the locker next to hers. The sigh wasn’t inaudible, demanded attention, also not in the script but do you blame him for expressing when she’s looking this way? Again, Daniel knows well how wrong this is and how much he should be moving on but it’s not in his control. Feelings are such abstracts that are beyond people’s control and he’s doomed in one forever.

Getting back to Nate, the character he plays, one Daniel has to constantly remind himself of, he watched Allison panic and hide the balloons in her locker, flustered at the public attention - he smiled. One of the many traits Nate Blakelee liked in her was her efforts of keeping low when she can so easily command attention of any form. With his own sincere and simple approach to life, unfazed by the luxuries, he found it attractive enough to stick around, overlooking the many flaws that were becoming a thorn in their relationship. “Don’t like it?” his soft manly voice carried over to her, arms crossed over his chest. “I thought you deserved an applaud after the performance last night despite you standing me up for out celebratory dinner.” Nate buried the disappointment with his irresistible smile. Allison’s displeasure at attention was known to him but he is running low on ideas when she keeps ditching most of their plans for extra hours at work.

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Edited by Daniel Callum Macnair, 11 July 2021 - 08:32 PM.

[India Upshaw]

[jenna paul]{2}

 

Kohl Saunders was a sophomore, but it was hard not to know who he was as he was the school's biggest dealer. Everybody knew that. Everybody but her dad. They had never spoken before despite being in the band together, but Jenna hardly spoke to people at school, and those who she was friends with, well, she didn't really consider them as such since it was always all about the money, appearances, and favors. Besides that, she didn't have anything in common with him, except that she sold too but unlike him, her identity was secret and she didn't touch the goods. She had snicker and eventually laughed at he tried to buy her silence with money. She didn't need it, you know? She had only grown tired of asking her dad for it every. Single. Time. He was such a sargent that she preferred to do anything else rather than have him writing down everything she spent it in. Now she had more money and could buy anything she wanted without Mr. Paul knowing about it as he was afraid of entering her bedroom or something, a bit of a weird man to be honest, when it came to the ladies' department.

 

"Really Kohl? You should know better by now than to try to buy anyone at this place," she gave him an unamused look this time around. While there were so many people with scholarships and such, he should already know who was in need and who wasn't. She rolled her eyes again and handed him the bag by pushing it against his chest. "It's cute you tried to, though." He was cute as well, but the hair and his poor style didn't help him. "Is there anything else you sell or is pot the only thing in your repertory?" Jenna tilted her head, hoping to get some new information from him. If anyone else started selling pills, then her business would be in trouble. "Want some advice? Search for some place else to keep your stash. The lockers are the first place anyone with one brain cell would look for first." Seriously, she had no idea how her dad hadn't caught him just yet, with his supplies flying across the corridor where everyone could see.

[Alfie Miller]

[Kohl Saunders]

2

 

His whole business. His whole reputation could be burned before his eyes all thanks to his messy locker. And of course the person finding it being the principle's daughter. He didn't know her super well but assumed she was some goody girl who told her dad all the gossip and tattle-tailed any chance she got. Which was why Kohl was so desperate to get her to keep her mouth shut. Pay her off even. Who didn't like money? And luckily for Jenna, Kohl had made a fortune his last sale this morning so she was in luck if she would only agree to take it. But she was quick to respond and made a good point. He rolled his eyes because he knew what she meant. No one here was really dying for money with their rich moms and dads, expensive cars, and big houses. No one expect Kohl who had worked his way up. 

 

Much to his surprise, she handed the bag back. He reached up and quickly grabbed it from his chest as he turned and shoved it into his locker and tried to organize it the best he could so he wouldn't have that same mistake next time he opened it. Sighing from relief, he closed his locker and rested his head against it for a second. But now he was confused as to why she hadn't kept it. It was proof. Why had she given it back so willingly? Jenna then asked if he sold anything else other than pot and he stood up straight before looking at her and scoffing, "Right... Like you're interested or something?" He didn't believe that she would want pot or anything else for that matter. Though, now she was giving him advice and Kohl started to wonder why she was so cool about it and why she hadn't run off to daddy yet. "It's temporary." He grumbled not liking people telling him what to do and then sighed as he lowered his voice and glanced around making sure they weren't in ear shot of anyone, "The grass is my biggest seller. I've got some harder stuff too but I keep that at home. Been trying to sell pills but someone keeps stealing my customers." There was another seller that had popped up and Kohl had no idea who it was or where they came from but all he knew was they were taking his business and it pissed him off. She was being so comfortable about it which made him think if she didn't want the money she wanted something else. "What do you want, Jenna? Free weed? I'm going to be honest you were the last person I suspected but if it keeps you quiet I'm willing to negotiate a deal with you. What do you say?"

Edited by Alfie Miller, 22 July 2021 - 11:41 PM.

[Anastasiya Hennings]

[Allison Devereaux] [2]

 

If there was one thing Allison wasn't fond of, it was attention. Hard when you're a lead lacrosse player but not hard when their games weren't too popular. She was happy with that... happy with being known to only a few people so standing out in the school hallway with balloons popping out from her locker. It didn't go unnoticed and the few who caught it looked her way curiously. Allison ignored pushing the balloons inside, already knowing who was behind them. The person in question appeared seconds later as she was almost about to close her locker but had paused as she saw the card. Picking it up, she turned to face Nate. Their quarrels were getting repetitive. It was always about the same thing... Allison standing him up for events. She didn't want to do that but in her defense, she was either working or too exhausted to show up to social rallies that he was a part of. It wasn't easy when you weren't well off like them but they never understood. Allison was ambitious but she didn't have the fancy lifestyle Nate did and had to earn every penny she spent. But she knew he was right. She never bothered to put in the effort, always using her excuses and pursed her lips together. "Are you still mad at me?" She asked Nate. He can't be, right? Especially after this elaborate gesture. "I can think of many ways to make it up to you," Allison added her tone somewhere in the middle of flirting and confusion. The latter was Ana stepping out of her role for seconds as she realized what she was doing. She didn't really flirt but there were ample scenes where she is flirting with Nate and it was awkward for her. Whenever she'd reach that point, her self-confidence would shatter, sending her into the depth of confusion where she struggled. Flirting in character wasn't bad, right? It was Allison... not her. But it felt wrong. Ana would have done it well had Daniel played it off well. Despite the cool facade, she would find him getting uncomfortable, or maybe it was her mind playing tricks. She forced herself back in character, keeping the envelope in her lock. It slipped Allison's mind that she hadn't opened it and grabbed her books for her first lesson.

[Ariadne Gladstone]

The stage was once again, transformed to dark alley near Valentina’s Pharmacy.

There are a bunch of hiding places that one can use if needed.

In the background, flashing red and blue light can be seen. A distant siren barely audible for the audience.

 

Then, there was a whistling sound from offstage.

[Charlotte Montclaire]

(1 – Charlotte Montclaire/Baby Jane)

 

Alright so Charlie was getting a bit tired. Luckily she gets a lil' break in between so she was able to grab a really quick bite while she was getting touched up by hair-and-makeup. Her next scene was gonna be pretty big character-wise and it was her opportunity to show off. To show the others what she's capable of and to really shine, you know? So she was excited. Focusing on that thought alone was enough to re-energize her and get her going again. Charlie squared her shoulders and disposed of her now-empty water bottle as they were summoned back on the stage. She quickly hurried past the other crew members she was crossing paths with, muttering apologies. Then she stood on the side of the stage, waiting for a tell-tale whistle.

 

~

 

Valentina's Pharmacy… flashing red-and-blue lights in the distance, a siren ringing like a background sound. Then suddenly, there was a soft but sharp whistling sound. Followed by a pause… and then another whistle.

 

Baby Jane stumbled toward the street, looking as though she ran a marathon. She was exhausted, breathing quite heavily…and then she turned behind, looking around for Action. Or really any of the other members of the Jets.

Edited by Charlotte Montclaire, 30 January 2022 - 03:07 AM.

[Lars Svensson]

TWELFTH NIGHT PLAY

 

The set was set back as Olivia’s house and Malvolio, living the desire written by Olivia, made a fool of himself by wearing a ridiculous outfit to which Oliva mistook him as losing his mind. Meanwhile outside the house, Sir Toby made Sir Andrew and Cesario duel each other for Olivia and then Antonio mistook her as Sebastian.

[Aliyah Lapointebete]

[Aliyah as Gayle]

 

Ah! Alas, it was playtime! Months of hard work, and the result was about to be displayed in front of the whole school. Nervous? Nah! She was cool as a cucumber! Just on the outside? Yeah... Inside, she was a bit nervous about how things would go. It was the hardest part of being the director of a play - Once it was actually the playtime, the director did not have any power as to what would happen on stage. It was all up to the actors themselves and the stage manager who would change the setups in between scenes. So, in a sense, she felt powerless on the most important day. Well, technically the director was also responsible for making sure things behind the stage went smoothly, but Professor Rothwell was taking care of that, and the experienced guy more than definitely did not need the Gryffindor's help. So, if she were to be responsible, she should behave like she was just a cast member. It was probably the best thing to do to stay cool, even if it was just on the outside. It was almost time for scene four, with the play starting and everything operating like a well-oiled system of interconnected gears, both on the stage and off of it. She had already finished her cameo role in the second scene as the Waitress and had successfully transformed out of Villian and into Gayle, thanks to her bestie's magical hands, which were simply the best. The other girl did tease her about having to kiss a guy two years younger than her, but she dismissed her friend's tease, stating it was just acting. The stage was being set up for the scene, and Aliyah stood ready to enter when called upon. "You don't have to really kiss me, kid, you know, if you are uncomfortable with it?" she said to Kairav. "But if you are fine with it, go all in because the emotions of joy can't be displayed if you're nervous," she added. They had gone through it during rehearsals, but she just wanted to give him an option of choice. And with the set done, she walked to the stage, where Gayle would stand by the door. Within seconds, the curtain was lifted with music in the background before fading to pave the way for the performance.

 

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"Lendall!" Gayle yelled, vehemently pounding on the door, before flinging it open and forcefully shutting it back with a resounding thud. "Lendall!" she called out again, barging into the guy's living room, her presence demanding attention. She observed him gradually returning from his slumber, as if awakening from another world. "Lendall!" she screamed once more, her voice filled with fury, her hand snatching the remote and abruptly switching off the blaring television before hurling it back at Lendall to jolt him awake. "Hey! I need to talk to you!" she said, her tone laden with impatience, as if speaking to a deaf person. Her demeanor shifted from agitation to a palpable silence, her inner turmoil evident as Lendall roused himself and began to respond. "Lendall," she said, her steps agitated, struggling to find the right words that eluded her grasp. Lendall expressed his concerns, but she dismissed them dismissively, swiftly interjecting, "Shhh!" she hushed him, the sound filled with exasperation. "Lendall," she mentally prepared herself, her mind racing with unresolved emotions. "I want it back," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of longing and determination. Lendall appeared perplexed, his confusion evident in his furrowed brow, which only deepened her sigh of annoyance. "Now," she pressed, her impatience escalating, but Lendall's mental state remained disoriented. "All the love you gave to me? I've got it in the car," she added, a touch of defiance creeping into her voice as she decided to assert her thoughts without regard for Lendall's muddled words. "I don't want it anymore," she continued, her voice tinged with resignation. "I've made a decision: We're done," she revealed, watching his face contort in shock. "We're done. I've decided. And, so, I've brought all the love you gave to me back to you. It's the right thing to do," she declared, turning slightly towards the door and gesturing for him to retrieve it from the car. However, he remained rooted to the spot, his confusion seemingly impenetrable, fueling her mounting frustration. "I can get it for you, or... you can get it," she spelled it out with deliberate emphasis, hoping to penetrate his seemingly impenetrable mind, now frustratingly dense.