Six Duels

Nov 17, 2008 01:16

My mood despite the attentive care of Juliet and the doctor Martha hast sunk with the heavy weight of a new woe unto the City. Caspian, a youth much like a diamond in the rough whom is as dear to me as blood, has been spirited away from this place. Would that I should be glad that my cousin remains. Poor indeed be the day when I am alone, or Juliet ( Read more... )

eight lives to go, juliet, caspian, caspian is my cousin, martha, what is he saying?, a brat by any other name, that's amore

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anycuntcould November 17 2008, 09:43:43 UTC
Welcome to life as a Pogues song, mate.

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tangodelamuerte November 17 2008, 09:45:30 UTC
Come again, good sir. Your phrasing is not known to me. Speak you of a minstrel?

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anycuntcould November 17 2008, 09:48:32 UTC
Old Shane MacGowan probably thinks himself more a bard.

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tangodelamuerte November 17 2008, 09:58:31 UTC
Verona has been stepped upon my many a man, musician and fool. No name such as that sparks a memory in my brain.

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anycuntcould November 17 2008, 10:01:01 UTC
Ought to commit that one to memory, the likes of you.

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tangodelamuerte November 17 2008, 10:08:01 UTC
Welcome me to know the name of a stranger before thy own?

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anycuntcould November 17 2008, 10:13:19 UTC
Constantine, likely blown through Verona once or twice. An old acquaintance of mine had a deal with your old bill.

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tangodelamuerte November 17 2008, 10:17:11 UTC
Greetings, Constantine. Thou art well met by Tybalt, Prince of Cats and Lord Capulet within the City proper. I beg pardon we have not crossed paths on traversing streets of my mothering town.

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anycuntcould November 17 2008, 10:20:56 UTC
I just wended my way into this one, no hard feelings about it.

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tangodelamuerte November 17 2008, 10:28:36 UTC
Still as a gentlemen I offer such sentiments to thee.

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anycuntcould November 17 2008, 10:30:31 UTC
What are you making of yourself here, Prince of Cats?

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tangodelamuerte November 17 2008, 10:41:23 UTC
Castles out of sand is the truth of it. My living is modest and not at all to my liking. However, when there is little to glean from a bleak place I find myself cheered for what has been gained.

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anycuntcould November 17 2008, 10:44:56 UTC
Drop the metaphors for a moment mate. What do you do?

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tangodelamuerte November 17 2008, 10:56:10 UTC
Do by means of humble occupation? You ask me to answer so readily when thou hast no words of his own to say. Ah me. I am a count of cluttered cutlery and a tsar of soiled sauce pans. My wages are made stripping the feasting table to replenish it to previous undisturbed states.

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anycuntcould November 17 2008, 10:59:32 UTC
Waiting tables is it? Easy, that. I can lend a hand.

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tangodelamuerte November 17 2008, 11:08:50 UTC
Say you these words out of desperation or kindness?

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