Post by †Lak† on Oct 9, 2009 22:42:21 GMT -5
Neo Verona
Although the city continues to grow, it has never faced a darker year.
The city's current ruling noble family, The Capulets, had taken power when they personally led a revolt on the old ruling family, The Montagues.
Only with the help of his guardian, young Romeo de Montague, barely old enough to speak, fled his family estate, and survived what was called the Montague Massacre.
Without an eligible heir, The Montagues lost their place as Neo Verona's ruling family to The Capulets.
And ever since, Neo Verona has been plagued with misfortune.
It has been 15 years since the Montague Massacre.
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Part 3
Romeo edged his hat further down, keeping his eyes invisible in its shadow.
The streets of Neo Verona reeked with sorrow and poverty.
With humbled steps, Romeo marched through the rotten suburb.
His mind was not on his destination, the old two story cottage him and his guardians took shelter in.
Instead, his mind had left the poor cobblestone walkway, and was back on the ramparts of Capulet castle courtyard.
Such heart in one so beautiful!
But... She was a Capulet.
He had made vows all his life that he would have his revenge.
Now this angelic white sheep in the wolf's blood red clothing appears, driving his set mind wild?
Arriving much sooner than anticipating, Romeo realized his feet had navigated him to the door to the old cottage, his wretched royal estate.
Entering quietly, Romeo knew his stealth had failed him upon seeing the candlelight on the entryway table.
"So the prodigal son of Montague returns to grace us." A mocking voice replied to Romeo's groan.
Benvolio stood with a graying beard and shaven head resting on the doorless kitchen archway.
His glare felt so strong, Romeo flinched.
"You drew attention to yourself! And at the Capulet's Son Hunt, no less!"
"I did what i had to do, Capulet wont stop killing men my age until he's sure i've stopped drawing air."
The old man crossed the feet from the kitchen doorway to Romeo in quick fleeting steps.
Benvolio grabbed Romeo by his overcoat, and lifted him onto his toes, gazing down the prince.
"Boy! When will you see your life is greater than the few peasants around you. You're Verona's last chance at a future!"
"I'd let the lad down, Benjamin, before you harm out future king."
From the Kitchen, two men entered the cottage entryway.
One as old as Benvolio, and the second very young, in his young thirties.
The older of the two spoke again.
"The Blue Legacy reminds the people of the Montague hope, and places Lord Capulet in a rightful state of fear,"
"Lancelot, it has been my duty to keep Romeo alive. He has not a better friend than i."
The second man standing beside Lancelot scoffed.
"Friend? I'll be sure to remember that for my book. You, good sir, are a model 'Friend'."
It was Romeo that spoke,
"Is that you, William?"
The younger man stepped past the table in the walkway and pulled Benvolio back behind him.
"Why, young master Montague, you look absolutely astonishing! Such a rebel color, you should be in my next performance..."
Romeo chuckled lightly, taking off his royal blue fedora.
"And what might that be, Sir William?"
William smiled broadly, taking a poetic posture.
His head looked up, as if the wooden ceiling was a starry night, and he was on a stage instead of in a cramped hall.
"A masterpiece performance, capturing the essence of Free Love of two trapped souls, bound by fate to be apart!"
Deep in Romeo's heart, his feelings for the Juliet, confusing as they were, felt wholly relatable.
Romeo folded his arms, unsatisfied with William's idea for a play.
"They live happily in the end of your story, your two forbidden lovers?"
William's proud grin turned into a fickle sneer.
"That, my dear prince, is yet to be decided..."
Although the city continues to grow, it has never faced a darker year.
The city's current ruling noble family, The Capulets, had taken power when they personally led a revolt on the old ruling family, The Montagues.
Only with the help of his guardian, young Romeo de Montague, barely old enough to speak, fled his family estate, and survived what was called the Montague Massacre.
Without an eligible heir, The Montagues lost their place as Neo Verona's ruling family to The Capulets.
And ever since, Neo Verona has been plagued with misfortune.
It has been 15 years since the Montague Massacre.
______
Part 3
Romeo edged his hat further down, keeping his eyes invisible in its shadow.
The streets of Neo Verona reeked with sorrow and poverty.
With humbled steps, Romeo marched through the rotten suburb.
His mind was not on his destination, the old two story cottage him and his guardians took shelter in.
Instead, his mind had left the poor cobblestone walkway, and was back on the ramparts of Capulet castle courtyard.
Such heart in one so beautiful!
But... She was a Capulet.
He had made vows all his life that he would have his revenge.
Now this angelic white sheep in the wolf's blood red clothing appears, driving his set mind wild?
Arriving much sooner than anticipating, Romeo realized his feet had navigated him to the door to the old cottage, his wretched royal estate.
Entering quietly, Romeo knew his stealth had failed him upon seeing the candlelight on the entryway table.
"So the prodigal son of Montague returns to grace us." A mocking voice replied to Romeo's groan.
Benvolio stood with a graying beard and shaven head resting on the doorless kitchen archway.
His glare felt so strong, Romeo flinched.
"You drew attention to yourself! And at the Capulet's Son Hunt, no less!"
"I did what i had to do, Capulet wont stop killing men my age until he's sure i've stopped drawing air."
The old man crossed the feet from the kitchen doorway to Romeo in quick fleeting steps.
Benvolio grabbed Romeo by his overcoat, and lifted him onto his toes, gazing down the prince.
"Boy! When will you see your life is greater than the few peasants around you. You're Verona's last chance at a future!"
"I'd let the lad down, Benjamin, before you harm out future king."
From the Kitchen, two men entered the cottage entryway.
One as old as Benvolio, and the second very young, in his young thirties.
The older of the two spoke again.
"The Blue Legacy reminds the people of the Montague hope, and places Lord Capulet in a rightful state of fear,"
"Lancelot, it has been my duty to keep Romeo alive. He has not a better friend than i."
The second man standing beside Lancelot scoffed.
"Friend? I'll be sure to remember that for my book. You, good sir, are a model 'Friend'."
It was Romeo that spoke,
"Is that you, William?"
The younger man stepped past the table in the walkway and pulled Benvolio back behind him.
"Why, young master Montague, you look absolutely astonishing! Such a rebel color, you should be in my next performance..."
Romeo chuckled lightly, taking off his royal blue fedora.
"And what might that be, Sir William?"
William smiled broadly, taking a poetic posture.
His head looked up, as if the wooden ceiling was a starry night, and he was on a stage instead of in a cramped hall.
"A masterpiece performance, capturing the essence of Free Love of two trapped souls, bound by fate to be apart!"
Deep in Romeo's heart, his feelings for the Juliet, confusing as they were, felt wholly relatable.
Romeo folded his arms, unsatisfied with William's idea for a play.
"They live happily in the end of your story, your two forbidden lovers?"
William's proud grin turned into a fickle sneer.
"That, my dear prince, is yet to be decided..."