Zoë’s Comments (group member since Aug 04, 2017)

Zoë’s comments from the H A M I L T O N ━ a semi-advanced rp group.

"I'm good at it," Philip protested. "One of the best in my year," He added, annoyed at Tommy's reaction. "And what would match your personality? A bounty hunter?" He teased.

Philip tried not to let Tommy get under his skin, he knew he could be a little rash under pressure. "My name is Philip, I am a poet," He started, then added, "But pa wants me to focus more on law, it's what I'm mastering in this year."

((I'm sorry I couldn't resist don't hurt me))

"You should give people a try," Philip said, looping a curl behind his ear self-consciously. "Someone might surprise you," He added, looking up at the balcony again.

"I wasn't!" Philip protested, looking offended. "You shouldn't assume I'm a prick either." He shot back.

"Trenton Catholic Academy," Philip said hesitantly. "Do you live here? In New York?" He asked, wanting to change the subject.

((RIP that school was established 196something))

Philip nodded distractedly. "I feel like I've seen you before. Did we go to the same school, or what?"

"Nice to meet you," Philip said politely, feeling throughly confused. As soon as he thought he had this guy figured out, he would just surprise him.

Philip, noticing that Tommy seemed a lot more tense, tried to change the subject. "Um, I'm Philip. Hamilton. Did I say that already?" He swore under his breath, realising he sounded no where near as formal as his father would like.

((No, it's not actually. Limited view at the sides. Second, YOU CAN'T BOOK A TICKET FOR THE WINGS. I might have mentioned it's backstage. The wings is where the actors exit and enter, or stage crew bring through props and change sets. They're the main connection from behind the scenes to on stage. You really wanna fight me on this?))

((Woow. Shame child. The wings are the sections on each side of the stage, leading backstage. The box is the fancy seats.))

"Really? There's a whole over world back there," Philip said enthusiastically, gesturing to the elaborate wings. "Pa took me to a show once." He blurted, not sure why he mentioned it.

Philip flushed and looked away, realising how stupid he was sounding. "Do you come here often?" He asked tentatively.

"So how'd you get in?" Philip asked, hoisting himself up on the stage.

Philip grinned. "I mean I wouldn't bothered you, if I actually knew how to get in," He explained sheepishly. "Do you know what show they're putting on?"

Philip looked up, and immediacy fell into a fit of giggles. "Nice look," He commented, brushing past Tommy to go into the theatre. He took a moment to appreciate the high ceiling, swooping curtains, and rich colours. Then he turned back to Tommy, trying not to smirk. "Thanks for letting me in," He said, holding out a hand.

Philip tapped ((tap taping)) on the glass, waving through a window.


(( >:) ))

Philip jiggled the door knob, trying to figure out why this boy seemed to hate him already.

Philip took off his boot and tapped at the window with the heel, trying to get Tommy's attention.

Philip noticed Tommy, and, glancing up and down the street for any cops, made his way towards what he hoped was the back door.

Philip, his hair bouncing around his shoulders, peered inside at the grand venue through the locked doors. It would be hours before a show started, and his father would want him to be studying by then.