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Ңαмʟεт Ңυвεятυs ɖαsнυяιε
Ҭнε Ҏяιиcε ϴғ ɖεимaяк Λиɗ Ҭнε Ɍιgнтғuʟ Ңειя Ҭo Ҭнε Ҭняσиε
A dying man needs to die as a sleepy man needs to sleep. And there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist. - Stewart Alsop.
Hamlet raised his eyebrows and said, "Come now, dearest love... You know we have seen better days~" He lost himself in her gaze as she circled about his figure. A light-hearted laugh ensued from his lips as he murmered, "My dear Ophelia, your love is all Greek to me, I'm afraid, if your affection is present... This, above all: to thine self be true. And you, love, is something I think you have yet to be blunt in revealing some day if you truly do care..." He knew he had strung many of a quote from various plays written by the Shakespeare himself, and they all held deep meaning to him, for he was a lover of his own creator of such works. His words, though were sometimes a bit sharp for most people to bear, always spoke of soft, underlying truths, even in his schizophrenic madness.
That was when the brunette's gaze wavered to one of the theater's house boxes and, following it, saw a rather pretty young girl with silvery, somewhat light blond, hair and truthfully blue eyes. He cocked a curious eyebrow as he spoke towards the little stowaway, "Hello... Are you, perhaps, friend or foe? I do not think that it is polite to be here, either way."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:22 pm
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Ophelia's brow furrowed and her prowl around Hamlet came to an end beside the man as she stared silently at the woman. Ophelia chose when to speak and would when ready. Finally she opened her mouth. "Just be thankful that Creon did not find you. He would have demanded your execution. Though me and my mad friend here might be not much better, perhaps even worse." Another wicked smile curved her lip. "Answer me this: What walks on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?" She turned and walked offstage, stalking up one of the isles that dotted the house. The building seemed to shiver as she laughed, only a bit of hysteria touching it. She spun around and faced Hamlet abruptly. "O, look! 'Tis Hamlet! It is the East, and he is the sun! O, love, deny thy logic and refuse thy rationale, or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be me." She called to him as a sweet smile danced upon her lips; the intruder forgotten for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:08 pm
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Ңαмʟεт Ңυвεятυs ɖαsнυяιε
Ҭнε Ҏяιиcε ϴғ ɖεимaяк Λиɗ Ҭнε Ɍιgнтғuʟ Ңειя Ҭo Ҭнε Ҭняσиε
A dying man needs to die as a sleepy man needs to sleep. And there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist. - Stewart Alsop.
Hamlet laughed a bit heartily and said, "Come now, stay for a while, lass... We don't physically harm a person. Though, I'd watch out for our theater's guard, Condor, for he does when he's ordered to~" He turned to Ophelia as she skirted about the theater's aisles, smiling even more broadly as she spoke more quotes from "Romeo And Juliet". He lifted his hands and took of his hood, revealing his golden hair as he, once again, raised his eyebrow a bit amusingly and quoted, "Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." A line from from the great tragedy known as "Macbeth", it was one that held true to life in its general chaos.
![User Image](https://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/ADagAvenger/Decorated images/Redshirt-1.jpg) ┏--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------┓ Ҁσи∂σя Ҁαsεч Ҁσиυи∂яυмαs ⇋ Ϯɧє Ӎαиαɢεяs' Λssιsтαит / Ҭнε Лιɢнт ɠυαя∂ ┗--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------┛ As if upon cue, a figure clothed in a black outfit, his skin fairly pale, and a nest of careless, tawny black hair upon his head. Upon closer inspection, it can be noticed that he has ruby red eyes that are sheltered behind rectangular glasses frames... A small frown appeared on his face as he was all too quick to notice the newcomer in the house box and, tilting his head slightly to his right, he spoke calmly, with a hint of playfulness in his voice as his frown changed into a smirk, " 'Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door... Only this, and nothing more." He ceased tilting his head and clucked his tongue in a most curious manner.
He stepped down from the bright lights upon the stage and walked towards the couple flitting about the theater's seats as he remarked, but this towards them instead of the new girl now, "Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer. Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore... But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door." He stopped quoting Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" and, more directly, pondered to Ophelia and Hamlet, "My dear friends, whom I have known quite closely and for a long while, who is this stranger that I see here now, upon this early hour of morn' and inside our home?" His gaze stared at them, imploring an immediate answer.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:16 pm
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Овёґои'$ Jє$тєґ | Иaтцґє $pґїтё | $нґёщd Єlf |
ЯоЬїи Gооdfєllош ~ Pцcк There was a soft thnk as soft messengers' slippers hit the padded carpet. A tall man stepped from the shadows, his soft tinted green eyes studied her slyly. "I do believe a fateful friend has befallen upon our doorstep."" he purred, a minuscule shake of his head causing the sandy blonde strands out of his face. His slender, deft fingers gloved in a leather glove suddenly snatched by her ear, a whiff of mint accompanying his movement. A flower appeared in his hand as he pulled back, the flower a delicate cyan blue rose. With this, a small but handsome smile spread across his flawless face, his suddenly intense eyes looking into hers. He bowed and gave the rose to her, an elegant gesture. He looked up at Condor and remarked, "I think she would be most welcome, hm? She hath done no harm and reeks of passion for the theatre."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:48 pm
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Ophelia
Ophelia smiled and turned to Condor. "Oh, is nothing, dear friend. 'Tis but the newest maiden to listen to the snake and reach out to pluck the apple that is our humble home." She chimed, her eyes shimmering with a dream-like quality, lucidness drifting off her. She spun abruptly and made her way with haste back onto the stage, before seizing Hamlet's large, warm hands with her own dainty ones. "Oh, Hamlet, oh, ill-fated love, please tell me that you haven't fallen prey to that harlot's charms, and put my wary mind to rest!" She cast a finger in the direction if Kadence. She released Hamlet and faced the House, before she started a mad pacing to and fro. Finally she came to stop. "O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword, Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, Th' observ'd of all observers- quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!"
Artemus
Artemus walked, or rather, floated into the room, her entrance like a whisper of warm air across the skin. A beautiful gown, simple in context, dances around her frame. She made the dress beautiful. A pair of glasses, equal in shape but smaller in size than Candor's own rested on the bridge of her nose and her beautiful hair cascaded down her shoulder in a loose, comfortable braid. She cast a smile towards her assistant and came forward, stopping before the woman. "Why, hello." She smiled, a warning in he eyes for Puck. "I am Artemus, the owner and manager of the humble theater you see before you. Please allow me to apologize for any misbehavior on my Players part. They tend to live their roles. Now, I must ask, what brings you here, young lady?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:24 pm
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Ңαмʟεт Ңυвεятυs ɖαsнυяιε
Ҭнε Ҏяιиcε ϴғ ɖεимaяк Λиɗ Ҭнε Ɍιgнтғuʟ Ңειя Ҭo Ҭнε Ҭняσиε
A dying man needs to die as a sleepy man needs to sleep. And there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist. - Stewart Alsop.
Hamlet looked shocked and a bit startled as Ophelia took him by his hands and led her up-stage. Then, as she began speaking of how, supposedly, he was falling for Kadence, his brow furrowed, he spoke towards both her and everyone else and, yet, nobody in particular, "Oh, the course of true love never did run smooth..." His gaze met Ophelia's as she finished ranting, and, the hue in the eyes becoming stronger as he began his own mindlessly mad blabber, "What a piece of work is man; how noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, and, in form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!" Suddenly, he pulled Ophelia close and whispered into her right ear, his warm breath comforting and sweet, "The lady doth protest too much, methinks... At this rate, let madness be the very ecstasy of love and devotion." His breath tingled and tickled her cool flesh ever so delicately.
![User Image](https://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/ADagAvenger/Decorated images/Redshirt-1.jpg) ┏--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------┓ Ҁσи∂σя Ҁαsεч Ҁσиυи∂яυмαs ⇋ Ϯɧє Ӎαиαɢεяs' Λssιsтαит / Ҭнε Лιɢнт ɠυαя∂ ┗--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------┛ In silent pursuit and, as if it were merely in second nature, Condor followed Artemus as a pet does its master, taking in the conversation with eyes working back and forth between the conversation and his ears in full attention, ignoring his little creations of performers. He took into acknowledgement of the agreement proposal Artemus made towards the new girl, now known to be Kadence, as it went on. His eyes darted towards Puck, one of his most favorite of inventions, and smirked a little more, his brow raised. Only Artemus and Alexandre knew the truth about these entertainers, and he enjoyed the privacy of the manipulated souls not knowing their master is, indeed, amongst them all...
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:25 pm
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ЯоЬїи Gооdfєllош ~ Pцcк "I have no spur to pinch the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other." Puck quoted Macbeth as an apology to Kadence. Then he turned to Artemus, her inhuman beauty shaming the very stars themselves. "It would be my pleasure." He replied, turning his mystical sea-green eyes that held an entrancing pattern, to the girl he was to tour around. A small smirk played on his fine lips, as he blew a small gust of soft-mint breath to blow away a strand of layered hair above his nose. "Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end. Shall we begin our tour?" Puck asked, his almost hypnotizing eyes glancing at hers, his fae genetics contributing to the oddness of his eyes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:42 pm
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Ophelia
Ophelia's eyes widened and she swallowed delicately. "O, Hamlet my love, words cannot describe how truly and deeply sorry I am! Only actions have any hope of capturing my heart's words, and so, I continue!" She gently, but with much fervor, stroked his cheeks and set her hands on his shoulders as her lips came to meet his. Her long hair skirted over his cheeks, teasing, and she stepped even closer to him before pulling away. "Please, dearest Hamlet, understand my intentions."
Artemus
Arty turned and smiled after Puck and Kadence before turning to Condor. "Well, good morning, friend. We have much to do. Especially now that we have a new worker, I would like to--" She stopped and frowned as a hand floated up to rub at the spot over her heart. "How strange..." She murmured, lips pursed. "Actually; I think that I will take the day to check in with the actors. The theater is unhappy."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:33 pm
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ЯоЬїи Gооdfєllош ~ Pцcк " Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong." Puck said, his voice turning from the silky sly voice to a theatrical boom. With this he hopped onto the strings holding the sandbags up, and the working of the curtains. "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything!" He said, gesturing to the theatre. Something about his simple preformance made the theatre suddenly seem teeming with booming life. Every surface seemed to gleam with possibilities, his voice igniting the imagination and freedom of one's soul, as thus was the skill of fae speech. The air seemed free with the chance of notes unsung, lines unspoken, gestures not made. He led her into the living quarters, each room overflowing with the force of excitment and exotic feelings. When they passed the long winding hallway of different types of doors belonging to different types of actors, he led her to the main stages backstage. "But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes. Thus is the feeling of backstage! But you must wait to see the outcome of one's conduct! One flash of a light, a correct shading, it makes the whole show! A life in the hidden shadows of the backstage be glorious, the true heroes of the acting world is thy backstage workers. Never seen nor heard, but much needed!" Robin's voice made the job sound so glorious and wonderful, ever syllable formed by his smooth lips made the theatre more and more desirable.
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