Charlie Dalton

Only a few hours ago, the Dead Poets were sat around a table, some burying, or rather, having their heads buried in to textbooks by each other in a futile attempt to get each other to study for the dreary, but still very much upcoming exams. " Talk about 'Dead Poets'..." Charlie mumbled, causing the others to groan at the pun. But no matter how much they denied it, the fact of the matter was that they had been postponing their secret weekly meetings of poetry writing and reciting to be able to focus on (Or at least try to focus on) their studies. And yes, one could say, as Charlie so eloquently put it, that they were letting their inner poets die.

Steven and Gerard had brought the radio they had constructed to the study session, hoping to maybe energize the others with some music. However, as Knox was mindlessly going through the stations, and landed on static, there was a very distant voice, or rather, voices, that could be heard through the static. Probably another music station. But then they heard laughter, women's laughter, and suddenly Knox looked like he was paying attention for the first time, trying to get the knob to stop on that channel.

Then, the static cleared, and the voices of what seemed to be young girls came through, loud and clear. They were practicing their singing, it seemed, laughing and correcting each other when one struggled with a note, either vocally or with instruments. They'd talk about politics, religion, dark, psychological and philosophical topics before giving out a sort of 'transition announcement'. Then, they'd read off of books, children's books, the boys recognized. Every character in the book was voiced by a different girl, with their own personality. Some girls even deepened their voice and singing to resemble a male. They were doing a voice-over, without the animation.

Before the boys knew it, Charlie had basically forced them to sneak out of camp and go to the location that had been mentioned by one of the girls when they were joking around. " It's a sign," He said dramatically, walking in front of the group, "A divine intervention. If Mister Nolan isn't going to let girls into Hellton, well, we'll go to them! Give him a long overdued heart attack-"

Quieting down, they entered the old building, trying to keep their steps light so as not to creak the dusty floorboards. They managed to keep themselves concealed by ducking behind the seats of the auditorium, sitting down on Steven's coat as they watched and listened.

The girls were brilliant, Singing and playing their instruments into the old microphone attached to a single wire that was holding onto dear life. During their short breaks between their recording sessions, some girls would play up a melody, some would add to it with lyrics or vocals, and the others would dance.

Out of all the guys, Charlie seemed to be the most moved, surprisingly, though he'd never admit it. He saw their uniforms, a long, dark yale blue dress that went down close to their ankles with long, thin bishop sleeves. Like how they had the red lion crest on their uniform suits, the girls had a white lotus on the chest of the dress. They were from Padua academy, he could tell, a school that was basically the gender bent version of Welton, probably stricter, considering they are girls. Charlie couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with these girls, how they are doing something so taboo in the eyes of the school they are still wearing the uniform of...

There was this particular girl, who seemed to be the one bringing everyone out of their shell, flaring the skirt of the dress as she twirled around her friends and sang as they played an energetic piece. Her hair was practically shining under the stage lights as it settled down to her waist. The 'orchestra' played their final notes, and the girl in the front gave a bow to the empty seats of the theatre.

Charlie had a lopsided grin on his face as he suddenly started clapping, startling the others before they soon joined in as they stood up from behind the last row of chairs.

There were gasps. Then the deafening echoes of quick stomps as the Padua girls ran around, some jumping off the stage and ducking behind the first row seats. It was only the girl Charlie noticed before left on stage now, and she looked half ready to cry and half ready to beat seven boys down herself. Her frown one of defiance and confusion, yet her constant unclenching of fists and slight watering of her eyes gave away the internal fear she was warring with, the fear of being discovered doing something most girls should not be seen doing. Laughing too loudly, dancing openly till it left you panting. Having fun.

Half the boys had their hands up in a placating gesture, the others looked perhaps just as scared as the girls for whatever reason. Charlie though, was looking straight at the girl under the literal spotlight. 'Where she belonged', he suddenly thought, startling even himself. He finally decided to soften the smirk, and bring up his own hand. "Ladies, ladies, calm down will you? We're not here to eat you. Unless of course-" Thankfully, Neil smacked the back of his head before he could finish that thought.