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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:48 am
 Theia twichted her nose. There they were at it again, some strange play that she could hardly understand. Ah well, plays were fun, well, weren't they supposed ta be fun? Anyways, perhaps she can incooperate sharkhunting once again in the lines. She bounced up and down happily at the thought of it. Fun, fun, fun! Her green eyes were alight with joy at the encounter, though rather short, with the shark. That had been quite fun, had it not? Wouldn't it be a joy to see the shark once more! Perhaps actually see the teeth this time...hmmmm...had to get Aeolus to calm down a bit this time, he seemed to have a phobia with nature or something like that.Juliet swished her bangs as she said, loud and clear as the chorus,"Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet Tempering extremities with extreme sweet." Then she did the clipboard thingy, t'was scene one, a lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard and Mother's turn to speak.Theia blinked. Her turn already? She paused, trying to remember the ridiculous lines of the ridiculously long play, and said,"Can I go forward when my cupcake is here? Turn back, dull cookies, and find thy chocolate out."((This is a continuation of this rp.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:19 am
Aeolus stayed hidden behind a boulder with his son, watching as the play continued. He knew that look in Theia's eye, and he didn't need to know it to know that she was planning on dragging him out there again. He watched as Juliet recited the prologue, and Theia mess up Romeo's lines. He smacked his forehead, she was on too much sugar. Was all she thought about dangerous adventures and sweets!? He sighed and shook his head, "can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out."Paris was beside his father. He pouted, he barely had any lines in this play! Over 99% he was just going to be stuck here, watching. He sighed, oh well, nothing much I can do about it... Except run in at random moments asking Aeolus for his paw in marriage like last time. He suppressed a giggle, not able to get over that his father was playing Juliet.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 11:03 am
Juliet giggled at Mother's alteration to Romeo's lines, and replying as Benvolio,"Romeo! my cousin Romeo!" Then as Mercutio,"He is wise; And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed." Then again as Benvolio,"He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio." As Mercutio,"Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! 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 nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid..." And so on and so forth the conversation went between 'Benvolio' and 'Mercutio' as they debated about Romeo's love and so on and so forth until,"Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found." answering as Benvolio. Thus, Juliet did the clip board thingy again, signaling that it was scene two, Capulet's orchard.
Theia blinked, scene two already? Ah well...what were ze lines again? "She jests at cream that never felt a sugar" Then she faced Aeolus saying,"But, sweet! what light bulb through yonder door breaks? It is the west, and Juliet is the cheese." She paused, what were the next line? Hmmmm..."Two of the fairest cars in all the seven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkies in their pears till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?" She paused again, what was next? Ah well...might as well make something up,"Oh! What would I do to pluck those eyes from their home! As bright as the orb above us, and as tangy as oranges! O, that I were a eyelash upon that lid, That I might touch that eye! (And perhaps pluck it out too!)"
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 11:40 am
Aeolus backed away from Theia, slightly scared now. "A-ay me...!" He spat out the words with quite detest and humiliation. He sighed, actually wanting to do something else now, though not as drastic as Theia's ideas. This all was just to droll and boring, and quoting every single line and acting it out everyone in a while was so... plain and empty. No, he was not enjoying any of this, as always, Aeolus was most certainly not having any fun. He was humiliated, tired, and bored. He'd rather be having a picnic here on the beach instead of reciting a dead man's writing. Though he did not show it in his actions, voice, or expressions, Aeolus had finally erupted on the inside and thought he could not lose anymore dignity than he already has.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 3:45 pm
Juliet blinked, what a rather unusual (and quite a bit scary) alteration that Mother had made. She winced slightly at the thought of plucking eyeballs out. My, what was this play coming to? A horror movie? She sighed, rather pitying the role that Father had to play.
Theia tilted her head, was it just her, or did Aeolus just say the words in quite a different manner than it was accustomed to? She shrugged, and said,"She speaks: O, speak again, dark angel! for thou art As notorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a stringed messenger of seven Unto the black-upturned wondering eyes Of portals that fall back to gaze on him When he rides the hazy-pacing crowds And tails upon the bosom of the hair."
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 4:07 pm
Aeolus sighed and rolled his eyes, "just shut up already and get over here, we all know Romeo just wants to get-" He shut his mouth, remembering Juliet and Paris were still just kits. "Er, o Romeo... Romeo...! Wherefore art thou Romeo? 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... Blah, shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Blah, if a rose was called a skunk it still smell just as sweet. Blah, blah. Blah blah, o, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable." Aeolus skipped through all the big paragraphs Romeo had so Theia did not mess them up too.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 4:26 pm
Juliet blinked, what was Father talking about? T'was not in the script. Then he seemed to stop himself from saying whatever he was going to say. How strange! She winced as Father continued with his lines, why must he be so ignorant of the masterpiece? If he really wanted to cut out some of the lines, why couldn't he just have said nothing instead of 'blah'?
Theia blinked. Eh? Wasn't this supposed to sound Shakespearen? How odd, that there was so many 'blahs'. Perhaps Aeolus had gotten blahbaitis? "What shall I swear by? Ice cream? Chesenuts? Walnuts? Peanuts?" She paused, and asked,"By ze way, did you can't blahbaitis by any chance? Cauz you keep on saying the world 'blah' in your last lines." Rather concerned, but yet so confident with herself, she gave a stout little nod. "Ya know, if you want to cure it, you have to stand in the water in the moonlight, bind an eletric eel around your throat in a barrel of pig tongues."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:55 am
"Do not swear at all; or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee." He rolled his eyes as Theia spoke nonsense about this so called "Blahbaitis". "No, fair Romeo, I do not have this "Blahbaitis", and I doth not intend to do any of the things in which thou hath stated." Why did all her ideas have to be incredibly painful? It's like she's a happy-go-lucky sadist!
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 12:30 pm
Juliet bit her tongue as she tried to resist the urge to giggle. Blahbaitis! Typical, just typical for Mother to come up with such nuisance.
Theia blinked, eh? It was clear that dear Aeolus had blahbaitis, it was clear as...umm...day! Yes, day. Why was he, no she, denying a cure? Saying her line,"If my dart's sneer shove-" She suddenly paused, tilting her head curiously,"Eh? Oh my! You clearly have blahbaitis! One of its symptons is the denial that one actually has blahbaitis." She gave a stout little nod as she continued,"After all, shouldn't thy take the cure just in case that thou hast thy blahbaitis? It could save thy life!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 12:45 pm
"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: it is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!"Oh, how Theia loved to make Shakespeare make no sense. "Don't be ridiculous, "blah" is another term, equal to etcetera, everyone uses it when half bored. And your "cure" could take someone's life!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 12:53 pm
Theia tilted her head slightly, eh? What did 'etcetera' mean? Did that mean 'blah'? "O, wilt thou peeve me so unsatiscried?" She paused, and continued about her view on the rare disease that Aeolus appeared to be having,"See! Thy has denyed it again! Thy most certainly has blahbaitis! And 'blah' is the same as 'etcetera', that must mean thy has a most grevious case of this disease!" She paused, not relaly comprehending Aeolus's comment about her cure,"Yes, of course thy cure shall take someone's life! It should take it away from death, so that someone can continue to live!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 12:57 pm
"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?" He sighed, oh, Theia really had no clue of what she was even talking about. Biting his lip resisting strangling her right then and there he gently swatted her on the head, so lightly that it wouldn't wake up a sleeping kit but enough to tell her he meant it, cut it out. "Romeo, enough nonsense. There is no such thing of Blahbaitis and if you know so much then what does it even do? Just cut it out, I mean it." He narrowed his eyes, as he spoke sternly on his last sentence.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 1:03 pm
Theia blinked as Aeolus gently swattered her on the head and as he narrowed his eyes. His last line seemed to sound uncommonly cold than usual. She pouted slightly, but decided to stop with the attempt to make himself accept that he did have the disease. Though he just might spend his life saying the word 'blah'..."The range of thy shove's faithful plow for wine."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 1:10 pm
Aeolus smiled gently as Theia finally stopped. But, even if she is wrong, he was a little glad that she did care about his well-being... even though when his well-being really was at stake she didn't. "I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: and yet I would it were to give again." He wondered if Shakespeare really was that horny to make a fourteen-year-old girl and a sixteen-year old have the deed after only knowing one another for two days. Probably, since in the first five minutes Romeo and Juliet met each other they kissed three times.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 1:15 pm
"Wouldst thou chain saw bit? bore what purpose, shove?" Theia replied as she looked around absentmindly, she was getting bored. Couldn't they do something funner than this play? Or at least make the play more funner? After all, this was all just chatting, wasn't it? There needed ta be more action! Behind her, next to Paris, Juliet was getting ready to call as the nuse for 'Juliet'.
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