Ohm-G creepy guy!
As is the way of the class, I had another writing assignment to do for UCLA Extension. This time, however, the assignment was to write a monologue for a character we had developed in class, based off some dandy (read: girly-man) in a picturesque garden/picnic/leisurely painting of wealthy europeans. (you know the sort) We named him Albert Montclaire. Anyway, I went out on a limb and made him creepy as all hell with his twin sister, Isabel, that ran off to join the circus, much to the surprise and amusement of my classmates. Imagine it read in a melodramatic, painfully-Shakespearian-trained-actor tone:
Isabel. “Consecrated to God.” How your wonderful name resounds through my mind, bounding through field and dale, basking in all the day’s glory until sun sets her calm again. Isabel. Without you even knowing, it’s that restless spirit of yours that keeps me alive, beating your golden heart in my stead with the sacred blood that binds us. Isabel, my dear, I’ve finally found you. My twin sister. So long it has been! Little Albert has truly caught up.
Oh, how I’ve been waiting for this moment for six perilous years, but never had I imagined this moment to be as joyous and beautiful as it is now! This circus is orchestrated to your every whim! The bright lights, all focused on your dancing beauty! And here am I, violin in hand, preparing to play for you once again. It’s as if the fancies of our childhood have awoken to unite us for yet another game. My body practically quivers with anticipation, my mind reeling as to how I’ll surprise you tonight. There’s so much that I want you to know. So much has happened, yet now all it feels is a meaningless blur.
Six years ago, you packed your things in a small luggage set we shared, and vanished without a trace. For once I knew how it was to lose something that was mine. The only boy in a family of six girls, I had always come first, and it didn’t matter that I was youngest. I had been always held first ever since father passed, and then there you were, my dearest twin, more than an ordinary sister by any means. If I were king of the house, then you were my queen. You may not have liked the attention, but I wanted to make clear that the bond we shared as brother and sister surpassed my attachment to any other woman in the house, mother included. I shared everything I had with you, and always would. When I found your bed empty that fateful summer’s night, I hadn’t only lost a sister, I lost half of myself. You weren’t just my childhood playmate, Isabel, you were my birthright. I was the player, and you my little dancer, fit to dance for me forever.
I couldn’t help but notice you left behind all the presents I had gotten for you over the years. I brought those too, since you must miss them by now.
Initially, I hadn’t an inkling as to what caused your untimely departure, Isabel. Claudine, Maggie, Gertrude, Sissy, and Beth told me very assuredly not to worry, and to leave it be, but they never knew you in the way I do. They barely spoke much of you in my presence, and for reasons I know why: they wished not to break my fragile heart! But do not be troubled sister Isabel, I know deep down, no matter what horrible things they probably say about you when I’m not there, they do care for your safety. That is what has brought me here.
I come to you tonight, Isabel, to sweep you off your slippered feet into my ever-protective arms. Six years it has been, and even more than ever, I’ve been ready for this moment. No one knows of this initiative of mine, not even mother. To think that all this time you’ve been dancing in the circus, and here I thought the circus was only for ruffians, fools, and gypsies! Imagine my surprise when, while sniffing through mother’s personal things I happened upon a collection of postage from all over the land, marked in places that the great Sun Circus had passed through. I knew at the depths of my soul that the handwriting was yours! I had lost six lonely years of my life and now my heart has lead me here tonight to witness you, beloved twin sister, dazzle crowds under a constellation of brilliant circus colors. All I need to know from you, Isabel, is one simple thing: “Do you find me creepy?”
;P
Isabel. “Consecrated to God.” How your wonderful name resounds through my mind, bounding through field and dale, basking in all the day’s glory until sun sets her calm again. Isabel. Without you even knowing, it’s that restless spirit of yours that keeps me alive, beating your golden heart in my stead with the sacred blood that binds us. Isabel, my dear, I’ve finally found you. My twin sister. So long it has been! Little Albert has truly caught up.
Oh, how I’ve been waiting for this moment for six perilous years, but never had I imagined this moment to be as joyous and beautiful as it is now! This circus is orchestrated to your every whim! The bright lights, all focused on your dancing beauty! And here am I, violin in hand, preparing to play for you once again. It’s as if the fancies of our childhood have awoken to unite us for yet another game. My body practically quivers with anticipation, my mind reeling as to how I’ll surprise you tonight. There’s so much that I want you to know. So much has happened, yet now all it feels is a meaningless blur.
Six years ago, you packed your things in a small luggage set we shared, and vanished without a trace. For once I knew how it was to lose something that was mine. The only boy in a family of six girls, I had always come first, and it didn’t matter that I was youngest. I had been always held first ever since father passed, and then there you were, my dearest twin, more than an ordinary sister by any means. If I were king of the house, then you were my queen. You may not have liked the attention, but I wanted to make clear that the bond we shared as brother and sister surpassed my attachment to any other woman in the house, mother included. I shared everything I had with you, and always would. When I found your bed empty that fateful summer’s night, I hadn’t only lost a sister, I lost half of myself. You weren’t just my childhood playmate, Isabel, you were my birthright. I was the player, and you my little dancer, fit to dance for me forever.
I couldn’t help but notice you left behind all the presents I had gotten for you over the years. I brought those too, since you must miss them by now.
Initially, I hadn’t an inkling as to what caused your untimely departure, Isabel. Claudine, Maggie, Gertrude, Sissy, and Beth told me very assuredly not to worry, and to leave it be, but they never knew you in the way I do. They barely spoke much of you in my presence, and for reasons I know why: they wished not to break my fragile heart! But do not be troubled sister Isabel, I know deep down, no matter what horrible things they probably say about you when I’m not there, they do care for your safety. That is what has brought me here.
I come to you tonight, Isabel, to sweep you off your slippered feet into my ever-protective arms. Six years it has been, and even more than ever, I’ve been ready for this moment. No one knows of this initiative of mine, not even mother. To think that all this time you’ve been dancing in the circus, and here I thought the circus was only for ruffians, fools, and gypsies! Imagine my surprise when, while sniffing through mother’s personal things I happened upon a collection of postage from all over the land, marked in places that the great Sun Circus had passed through. I knew at the depths of my soul that the handwriting was yours! I had lost six lonely years of my life and now my heart has lead me here tonight to witness you, beloved twin sister, dazzle crowds under a constellation of brilliant circus colors. All I need to know from you, Isabel, is one simple thing: “Do you find me creepy?”
;P