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Post by romeo on Aug 2, 2010 2:51:59 GMT -5
Visions and images flashed through Romeo's mind as he slept unswayed by the troubles of the outside world. One could easily mistake the young Montague for an innocent soul as he lay pressed against the aircraft window.
He had just spent the majority of the summer overseas to visit his grandfather, as the days turned to weeks and weeks morphed to months memories of the masked ball would often invade his dreams along with several recollections of days at the beach with his most trusted trio. Long had he wondered what had become of his shy yet lovable cousin Ben and New York's Finest Wild Child Mercutio. he had been gone so long that his former life was all but a Relic of days long past.
(DING)....WE THANK YOU FOR FLYING AMERICAN AIRLINES...PLEASE BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELT AS WE BEGIN OUR DESCENT
clutching a glass of fine scotch, Romeo smirked as he tried to immatate Harry Chandlers refined pose as seen on the magazine cover pressed in a basket infront of his seat...as he gazed at the photo his grandfather's words rang through Romeo's untamed imagination...
"Romeo, my dear boy..ave you not given thought to your future?"
"(laughing) grandfather you do know I adore you...but why choose to ruin the mood with such pursuits?"
"Because young un...we Montagues are cursed supernovas...we tend to fade out when we shine our brightest"
"All right....so at best I die a rockstar eating kraft dinner (smirk)"
"ahhh child that Mercutio must be influencing you...why cant you be a tad like Benvolio eh...at the end...all we have is our print on this cruel world...I ask ye Romeo...what print will you leave?"
(THUD)...(clapping) Thank you passengers please exit in an orderly fashion
as Romeo awaits his luggage he stares off into space as if mesmerised by his grandfathers words....he hated how gramps always messed with his head like that...man did Romeo ever need a smoke
suddenly Romeo notices a body falling into his arms, thank god Romeo had quick reflexes to catch what was soon to be a one lucky save or a really bad attempt to make one...
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Post by queenmab on Aug 9, 2010 17:18:46 GMT -5
(OOC: LMAO He's going to catch Mercutio, because Mercutio is going to assault the shit out of him. He misses his buddy! And by the way I can't really have Mercutio "fall" as he launched himself at Romeo on purpose. Hope that's alright?)
There was something highly unappealing about being inside an air port terminal. First, while it seemed spacious enough, it was cramped with the hustling bustle of people that made breathing or relaxing a job. There were disgruntled elders trudging around and the haut-to-trot businessmen paid no mind to the kiddies zooming between and around their legs, screaming and laughing at obscenely high pitches. Plus, the stale air and the sterile aroma of the entire place made Mercutio feel like puking. Nevertheless, it would all be worth it when that certain someone he had been missing showed up.
Of course, no one gauged the slightest clue or indication that Mercutio pined for his close friend and felt a bit like a shell when he was gone. Romeo and Mercutio had always been the partners in crime, and even through painful distances they had endure growing up together (most agonizing being Mercutio's boarding school years).
Benvolio was being a bum and skipping out on their usual parades across the city by staying in and writing his endless paper. That boy worked too hard for his own good and everyone knew it. Hopefully now since Romeo had returned at long last, he'd be able to ease his restlessness. Not too far ahead of him stood the familiar blondie, looking vexed and lost in contemplation as usual. He truly was a gorgeous boy. The sunlight that streamed through the skylight above caught the locks of his sweeping hair at an angle that made them appear to shimmer like gold. Mercutio could never, and would never, look that heavenly. And suddenly he felt like being sick all over again at how sentimental his own thoughts had become, but his overwhelming desire to greet his friend drowned the sensation out and moved him forward.
"Oh, Romeo!" he cried, making a mad dash toward him. It might appear to onlookers that Mercutio had stumbled and fallen right into the boy's arms, but he had infact launched himself directly at him in such a way purposefully. After hugging him tightly for a moment, he laughed quite giddily and threw an arm around Romeo's neck to catch him in a rough but affectionate headlock.
"You scoundrel! Dog! New York's been, dare I say it, a torrential bore without you!"
After a moment of keeping him trapped in position Mercutio relinquished his grip and just looked at his friend for a moment, grinning ear to ear. "So, how's the old-daddy? Still has the mind of a priest?"
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Post by romeo on Aug 9, 2010 22:36:39 GMT -5
As Romeo's I pod blared loudly to the sounds of some underground Rock group he discovered out in Europe, his body was soon overcome by the body of what looked to be a full grown man!!...trying to hold some form of composure let alone balance, Romeo miraculusly managed to support the weight in question. pulling the headphones from his ears Romeo was truely surprised to see his most trusted friend and New York's wild child Mercutio!!
"You scoundrel! Dog! New York's been, dare I say it, a torrential bore without you!"
shaking his bangs from his face Romeo let out a small yet genuine laugh before he spoke,
"has it now?...surely you must have amused yourself a great deal corrupting my dear cousin, I'm sure he's probably checked himself into some clinic by now (laughter)...speaking of which last I remember I left you in the good graces of that mysterous french woman at the ball...I so want the 411 on that eventully" he said teasingly while putting Mercutio on his feet and throwing his luggage over his shoulder....
"gramps?....you know how he is, he still hasn't forgiven you for what happened THAT summer (laughter) you'd think he'd forgotten it by now but you know the old timer loves his grudges...Business is good but he kept lecturing me about an HONEST living...this coming from the guy who made his mark during the probition as if that's not ironic"
Believe it or not, Romeo had just spent the last two months dining among Italy's elite...candle lit feasts were all but a mudane activity to the rich and powerful. Romeo appreciated the notion of extensive luxary yet what he craved now more then ever was a double cheese burger!
"Mercutio what say you to a binge feast at Mc D's....I've been craving it for eons" he said in an overly exaggerated tone. walking over to an airport ATM Romeo attempted to withdraw some American currency...to his surprise the screen before him showed a big bright 0 in a bright green colored font
"what the...this stupid thing is broken!?" dialing his chrome plated cell phone Romeo smirks at Mercutio and shrugs his shoulders "Banking error...this'll only take a sec"
"Hi....Leah this is Romeo Montague calling.....yes account number 6598 b....What!? who autherized it?....are you serious"
just like that Romeo's glamerous life came to a riviting hault...all his assets were siezed by non other then his own grandfather...he was now BROKE and tentitively homeless seeing as he was exiled from the estate until further notice. Sure it was an exteame measure but this was grandfather's way of teaching the fundamentals of responability!
(hiding the ATM screen) "Mercutio...is it cool if I crash at your place for awhile, the manor is probably undergoing renovations so i'm locked out seeing as dad is out in Washington this month"
walking through the terminal Romeo notices an ad for hamlet enterprises that was blaring in his face
SIGN READS
Now hiring!....Hamlet wants you!
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Post by queenmab on Aug 14, 2010 16:14:15 GMT -5
A mischevious but undetectably secretive smirk curled the young man's lips when Romeo teased him about corrupting Benvolio. His mind flashed back to that night they spent together at his condominium after that dramatic fiasco on the Brooklyn Bridge. Things he'd never tell, words that would never escape their lips because what had happened between them was a dirty secret. The heat after the storm, but never the calm, and the fervent urgency and passion that had been shared between both men.
"Investigate not, for you'll never find answers" Mercutio joked back, though Romeo wouldn't be able to pin-point the sincerity in his voice. Quickly, the blonde changed the subject and mentioned the girl from the party. "Nina Jondrette," less commonly known as Éponine. As devil-may-care as Mercutio was, he would respect her wishes for confidentiality. She had her reasons and they were probably justified.
"Good scout, where did you pick that lass up? Were you shopping around in a Menagerie?" he chuckled lightly. Honestly, he had seen nothing remotely animalistic about Éponine, but he figured she was one aggresive hell cat when she wanted to be. She must be - she was a street dweller and even the naive and the ignorant could see that she was worse for wear. Not that any of this turned him off or repulsed him in any way, in fact, it affected him contrarily.
"What's dishonest about the way we live? I pray you, tell! We do not lie or cheat, beg or steal. Our reliance is on a good backdoor shindig rather than a good backdoor deal. We indulge and we soak up all that life offers. That is the only thing one can do!"
Romeo lead him over to an ATM and attempted to withdraw some cash. Unfortunately, he appeared to run into a bit of a...situation. After he hung up on the operator, Mercutio chuckled. He was far sharper than Romeo suspected, and he'd already glanced the screen of the machine before he'd had a chance to cover it up. Romeo was having trouble withdrawing money because he simply had none left. His account was void, vacant and utterly worthless now. It was probably his very own old-daddy who'd stripped Romeo of his cash, and in turn, his free rides. It appeared that they had both unestimated the man. He really meant business.
"Of course you may stay...rotten gold digger! Shall I create a scandalous stage name for you? You've always shared some parentage with Goldie Locks" he laughed heartily.
"See how many names I can add onto the already lengthy list of terms I address you with! You really are hopeless, you know that?"
Mercutio threw an arm around Romeo and began to walk again. "McDonald's be our destination...and while this won't make any sense at all, and sense make it none, as I've found that the maddest riddles have intricate methods to them...but I've grown so tired of fancy dinners in Manhattan as well
In a few minutes, the great golden arch came into their sights. Mercutio marched up to the counter and ordered for himself, then glanced at Romeo again. "Speaking otherwise, how went your travels?"
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