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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:41 am
Yes, like the title says. I don't know much about shakespear, but I know he had a theatre named after him, and he used alot of quotes. No one is Shakespear, we are all villagers, who must work their rear-ends off, no cars, no cell phones, but we all look to one thing for hope and love. The daily shakespear showing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:47 am
Appearance:  Name: Gai Age: 19 Gender:male Work: banker Talent:sword fighting, and black belt in taijutsu Likes:people, shakespear, money, friends and he also likes noodles. Dislikes:Water, pie, and tomatos. Class: high class Wage:9- 11 coins an hour Friends:none, he is new. Siblings: They all died, for what he knows.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 10:00 am
Appearance: [x]
^ Lol, no that's not me. Found it in a commercial.
Name: Anya
Age: 17
Gender: Female. . ?
Work: Unwillingly working as a dishwasher in a local pub. [Only job she could find.]
Talent: Writing. [Which she wishes to make her carrier. Perhaps becoming a play writer like Shakespeare.]
Likes: She's attached to Shakespeare's play, and is in love with his talent in stories and writing in general. Her passion lies in writing. She'd kill whomever would rip her out of her home in Ireland.
Dislikes: Loud people, alcohol, the groundlings' behavior despite the fact she was one, though didn't behave as such.
Class: "Where, for a penny. A Groundling." - Globe Theater ranks.
Wage: 2 euros a day.
Friends: None to be said of.
Siblings: None.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 10:31 am
Gai Richerson was working at the bank, holding money, loaning money, and withdrawls. It was busy, but he got paid handsomely. He checked in the bank to see if the girl named Anya had token the small fortune yet, that her great uncle left her. He sighed."I'll have to find her, me thinks. This is her loot, and no nasty cur is going to take it away." He chuckled, and went back to the desk. The shakespear showing was today, and the tickets were expensive. 10 euros a ticket. "By gods, why did it raise like so?" He asked his co-worker." The Royals thought it funny, and decided if people are going to watch this man, they will have to pay high." He answered him.
Gai sighed."The kingdom is just being mean, methinks." He mumbled. He finished his shift, and went to the pub.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 10:44 am
♔ "Julius Caesar. . ." Anya whispered to herself. Hatred burned in her that of all Shakespeare's plays - must they show this one? The man who called her Ireland "the land of worthlessness" was to be rewarded in the form of a single spotlight, shining on his bald.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 10:55 am
The pub owner looked at him."Water?" He asked.
"Yes." Gai replied, smugly."I've been looking all around for this Anya girl, is she ever in for it. She has like.. 30 euros in the bank, that her dead great uncle left her. I think she might want it." He sighed, talking to his friend beside him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 11:14 am
♔ "That be my name!" Anya flung around, dropping the plate she was washing. "Thirty euros?!" Tears streamed down her face. Three plays worth. The manager yelled at her in Gaelic, and for once- she ignored.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 11:20 am
"Yes. He left 30 euros, thats without 2 years of interest. So.. About 30 in interest, so 60 euros. He looked at the manager."Is her name Anya?" He asked.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 11:26 am
♔ "It be my name! It be my name!" Anya's voice shrieked. Her managers mouth was opened, but nodded. He swore beneath his breath at her in Gaelic Language. The manager yelled at her to resume the dishes, but Anya didn't move.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 11:28 am
He smiled."Follow me." Gai said, pulling out 9 euros and handing them to the owner."There, that'll pay for her break." He chuckled.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 11:37 am
♔ Anya didn't hesitate. She dropped the scrub towel into the wooden, filth water tub, and followed the man. This money was valuable to her "carrier;" as she referred to her going to plays. If she saved, she'd have sixty-five euros. [Well, modernly.] Enough to sit comfortably in the normal seating, instead of standing in the Groundling yard.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:26 pm
He led her to the horse he rid. He hopped on the back, and grabbed the reins. He offered a helping hand to Anya."To your wealth." He stated. He, at the moment, was wearing leather greaves, a leather cuirass, black gloves, and leather boots.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:35 pm
♔ Anya's mind was looping. Thinking about all the things she could buy. Perhaps even buying new clothes? Bread? She looked down at her bottom-torn black dress. It was old, and would soon be of no use. Her bar manager already ordered her to dispose of it. But she didn't have enough money. She tried to clutch onto anything besides the man, although.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 12:36 pm
♔ [Sorry I took so long to reply! I was in the Celtic 50% section.]
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:11 pm
Gai smiled. He rode off to the back, passing the castle. He got off, and opened the door for her."Come on then, Rich Girl." He teased, smiling. He went into the vault, opening hers."Oh. I was mistaken. It's 80 euros saved up." He chuckled, slipping in 20 euros secretly. He picked them up, put them in a brown bag, tying the top."Here is your money, Miss. Have a delightful evening." He told her, chuckling."Can I escort you to the Shakespear showing?" He asked her in a hushed voice."It would be my honor to take a lady such as fine as you to the Showing. Do you accept my offer?" He asked her.
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