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 Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 4:40 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 4:44 am
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Amir ━━ Dracul
T H E xxxxACTOR
age ━━ Twenty-Six ~ By Appearance
Ancient ~ Original Vampire
subject ━━ Drama/Theater
The stage...it was...magnificent! The scene was set to portray a scene from Hamlet. He stood on the stage dressed in Shakespearan garments. His hair styled old worldy. A bit of magic pizaaz and the scene began to magically portray itself. (see youtube link) He moved around and acted out the scene his gifts gave life.
"To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd."
He said as his old world accent rang out. |
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 4:50 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 11:09 pm
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 Teacher Science of sound, and Musical HistoryZanexis scowled at the man. Though that scowl was quickly replaced by a malicious grin. "I see. That's how you feel then? Fine. I'm tired of chasing after you, so go ahead, mourn this fabled lover of yours and I'll just find someone else. I mean, you're not the only pathetic b***h out there, and I'm a catch." The sun shone through, and no more was there a hint of his black fog. He was done dealing with the man today, best go back to his own classroom. He looked back at Amir, a rage he had never once cast toward that man was evident in his gaze, his voice came out both menacingly deep and frighteningly high in pitches, "If you so much as go near me in this life time you'll be stricken a fear in you enough to kill. I will not be seeing you again. Farewell, b***h." If that didn't get anything from him, then Zanexis really was going to forget him.
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