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[arisefairsun]

Hello, my name is Juliet Montague Capulet. It's lovely to meet you all. I'm not really good at introducing myself, and my typist isn't helping much. There isn't much to know about me, really, other than that my entire life happened in a week. The important parts, at least. I died when I was still thirteen, because the fight between my true love's

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[veronaloverboy]

*gush*

My love! My lady! My sweet Juliet! Risen from the dead like morning from night, but more beautiful, more brilliant, more radiant still~!

SQUEE!

*nearly faints from the excitement*

[arisefairsun]

Romeo! Oh, how I've missed you!
You're more poetic than ever, I see.

[veronaloverboy]

O, and I you, my love!

... Did I mention that you're more radiant than the sun yet?

Only for you, my Juliet. Well. Mostly only for you.

[arisefairsun]

Oh, sweet Romeo....
Yes, you did.

Oh, lovely. What do you mean mostly? There isn't someone else, is there?

[sweet_madman]

*DEATH GLARES AT THEM BOTH*

Ah, so this is the infamous maid, the unparalleled Juliet, the conniving Capulet and impetuous wanton. Meeting you is an honor I dreamed not of.

My name is Mercutio. You killed my boyfriend. PREPARE TO DIE, BITCH.

((Typist note: Juliet and Mercutio are NEVER on the stage at the same time in the play, which leads to this typist's curious theory that they could be played by the same actor, but... at any rate, it's perfectly possible that Mercutio's never met her.))

[arisefairsun]

And you are the famed Mercutio of which my sweet Romeo speaks so highly of. The honor is all mine, sir.

Bloody hell, I haven't done a THING to you. Yet.

Typist: Lovely.

[_blueeyedsailor]

My name is Mercutio. You killed my boyfriend. PREPARE TO DIE, BITCH.

[typist] *chokesporfle!* [/typist]

[veronaloverboy]

Please don't talk about my wife like that.

*nervous laugh* Sorry. *with a flourish* Sweet Juliet, meet Mercutio. He is a man rarely sensible, and never serious, but my dear good friend and so I hope you don't kill each other.

Wait, boyfriend?

[sweet_madman]

*glares at Romeo while his heartshattersintoamilliontinypieces*

She killed you. *heartbroken whimper*

[veronaloverboy]

... I killed myself, Mercutio.

[sweet_madman]

And if you'd waited another five minutes, you impetuous fool?

[arisefairsun]

We'd both have lived.

[veronaloverboy]

And you'd still be dead. *wibbles*

[arisefairsun]

He seems lovely.

I don't want to kill him. Just injure him.

[veronaloverboy]

*smirks* He's a grotesque, actually, and has said so himself. But nonetheless, my dear good friend.

I'll try to get him to behave, really, I will.

[preparetodie]

Copycat.