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Act II
May 7, 2010 18:12:20 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 7, 2010 18:12:20 GMT -5
The last of the sunset was gone, and Arthur was left alone to walk home. He had paused several times while walking down the lane of the orchard belonging to the Capulets--he almost wanted to stay and try his luck yet again.
He stopped once more at the wall that stood between the land of the Capulets and his own house, but this time, letting his apprehension sink in and leaving him only able to murmur to himself: "Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out." Then, without pausing, he swiftly climbed the wall and leaped down to meet the ground with a light thud.
"England! My cousin England!" With Francis trailing behind him, Matthew gave a large, exaggerated wave in Arthur's direction. His cousin's antics made him grin in spite of himself--Matthew was talented at cheering him up, and was not aware of it most of the time.
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Act II
May 7, 2010 19:28:50 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 7, 2010 19:28:50 GMT -5
Francis sprinted to catch up to the other two. His shoulder-length blond hair waved behind him as he pranced along, grinning in a reckless, slightly idiotic manner. "He is wise!" he yelled, casting a sideways glance at Arthur, "And, on my lie, hath stolen him to bed." As usual, he grinned at his own wit (or, rather, what he considered to be wit) and chuckled to himself.
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Act II
May 7, 2010 20:12:14 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 7, 2010 20:12:14 GMT -5
Matthew, having completely lost his tidy way of acting in public, doubled over laughing. Usually, he would merely roll his eyes at Francis's comments and side with Arthur instead, but his excitement and alcohol-induced state had gotten the better of him. "He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: call, good Mercutio!" He said this through a series of heavy panting, as he often lost his breath while laughing.
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Act II
May 9, 2010 10:23:20 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 9, 2010 10:23:20 GMT -5
He paused, thinking, and decided to agree with Matthew. "Nay, I'll conjure too. England! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover!" Francis let out a snort of laughter. "Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied. Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and dove;' speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, one nickname for her purblind son and heir, young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim when King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not--the ape is dead, and I must conjure him!"
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Act II
May 9, 2010 10:49:44 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 9, 2010 10:49:44 GMT -5
He stifled his laughter briefly to watch Arthur briefly, wondering what had caused the desperate look in his eyes, which he could even see from several yards away. "And if he hear thee," Matthew added in a quiet, sympathetic tone, in an attempt to calm Francis, "thou wilt anger him."
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Act II
May 10, 2010 16:36:42 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 10, 2010 16:36:42 GMT -5
"This cannot anger him!" half-shouted Francis, laughing madly. He seemed to be accenting every other syllable as he struggled to maintain his composure--or, rather, the minuscule amount of it which remained. "My invocation is fair and honest: I conjure only but to raise up him." At the end of the sentence he clamped his lips together, grinning, trying to prevent himself from bursting out laughing.
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Act II
May 10, 2010 16:48:49 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 10, 2010 16:48:49 GMT -5
"Come," Matthew replied, making no effort to stifle his grin now, "he hath hid himself among these trees, to be consorted with the humorous night." As he said this, he gestured to the stars with a false expression of despair, mimicking a melodramatic actor. "Blind is his love, and best befits the dark," he finished, with a smirk.
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Act II
May 10, 2010 18:55:25 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 10, 2010 18:55:25 GMT -5
"If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark," he contended, folding his arms. "Now will he sit under a medlar tree, an open et cetera, thou a poperin pair? England, good night! I'll to my truckle-bed; this field-bed is too cold for me to sleep." Like a puppy with waterlogged ears he shook his head, with his face contorted into a joking half-pouting, half-frowning look. "Come, shall we go?"
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Act II
May 10, 2010 19:24:09 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 10, 2010 19:24:09 GMT -5
[[ooc: Does it count as godmodding to skip ahead to his monologue? xD There isn't any dialogue in Juliet's entrance. Sorry f I skipped over something you wanted to add with the entrance.]]
"Go, then; for 'tis in vain to seek him here, that means not to be found," replied Matthew with a swift nod, and started down the path.
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound," Arthur muttered towards Francis, a rueful look flickering behind his eyes for a short moment. They were his friends, and not good ones at that; it was inevitable they would have no idea what was going on in his mind. That was a setback of being more reserved; he never would receive a compliment about how open and honest he was.
"But, soft!" His heart nearly skipped a beat when he noticed Kiku standing at a balcony, his face illuminated by the lanterns in the room behind him and the moon, obscured by the trees that surrounded the landscape below. He took a few tentative steps, fearing almost foolishly that the ghostlike image was only a product of his imagination. "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Japan is the sun." He took a few bounding steps towards the balcony, so he nearly stood under it, but was not entirely visible under the trees. "Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief: be not his maid, since he is envious; his vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off." He nearly laughed with triumph, realizing he had a second chance after all. "It is my lord"--he paused briefly, thinking over the words that were inevitably destined to come off his tongue--"O, it is my love!" Arthur said this in a quieter tone, almost wanting to deny this fact out of embarrassment. "O, that he knew he were! He speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? His eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat his eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if his eyes were there, they in his head?" He sighed wistfully. There was so little he knew. "The brightness of his cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; his eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how he leans his cheek upon his hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" [/color][/size]
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Act II
May 11, 2010 19:29:41 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 11, 2010 19:29:41 GMT -5
[[ooc: No, I don't know if it is, and if it is, then I really don't care. xD It was such a pointless little entrance scene and allowed us to move on faster...and for me to be lazy.]]
Kiku stood at the balcony, occasionally shivering a bit in the cool night air. Intently he listened to Arthur spilling out his thoughts on the ground far below him, watching, not quite sure what to think. Of all things he was amazed, very flattered, and nearly certain, somehow, that this feeling was requited. Yet the only thing he could manage to gasp was "Ay me!"
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Act II
May 11, 2010 20:10:10 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 11, 2010 20:10:10 GMT -5
"He speaks--O, speak again, bright angel!" he continued, and took a few more steps forward so he was only partially consumed by the shadows. A bittersweet tone landed on the ends of his hushed consonants. "For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air." Though the wind swept some of his words away, he was sure he was completely audible from the balcony below. Under any other circumstances--and even with any other person--embarrassment would have swept him away instead. [/color][/size]
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Act II
May 12, 2010 18:11:20 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 12, 2010 18:11:20 GMT -5
"O England, England!" he continued in the same vein as before, folding his hands on the railing of the balcony as he looked up at the waxing moon above him. "Wherefore art thou England? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet." The proclamation was surprisingly confident, spoken, somehow, not just to himself.
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Act II
May 12, 2010 19:21:42 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 12, 2010 19:21:42 GMT -5
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" he murmured to himself. Certainly, he thought, listening to Kiku would settle his frantic state of mind, yet somehow, staying silent was provoking it just as much as it was calming it. He was afraid, in an almost foolish manner, that speaking impulsively from down below would ruin whatever he had created for himself yet again. [/color][/size]
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Act II
May 14, 2010 19:26:47 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on May 14, 2010 19:26:47 GMT -5
Almost forgetting that he had a visitor, Kiku turned his head and began to pace back and forth on the balcony. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is not hand nor foot nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, so England would, were he not England call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." He paused and looked back up at the moon, shining brightly overhead, and shouted to the night, "England, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself!"
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Act II
May 14, 2010 21:50:09 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on May 14, 2010 21:50:09 GMT -5
A smile mixed with victory and apprehension crossing his face, Arthur stepped out from the shrubbery, and was immersed in light. For just an instant, his confidence faltered and he felt flustered being completely visible. "I take thee at thy word," he called to him. Subconsciously, he drew his hands to his chest and wrung his hands nervously. "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth, I never will be England." [/color][/size]
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