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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 11:12 pm
"Mom likes the comedies best," Joshua said with a nod, "She's got all of Shakepeare's stuff on a shelf in the living room. Hardly anyone touches them, so they're all dusty." He paused.
"Is it true that if you say M-a-c-b-e-t-h," He spelled it out so he wouldn't have to face the bad luck his mother had warned him about, "you'll have bad luck in acting? Mom wouldn't let me read it, she says I'm not old enough." He frowned to show his displeasure.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:47 am
"Macbeth," said Magdelen, cool as you could please.
She'd finally slipped her father's leash, cutting it close to making the audition at all. Nervous, she tugged her white hair back into its neat bob; straightened her sweater and shook out her hands. They were wrapped in bandages, as usual. She glanced around, looking for visual cues as to what to do; seeing a man near the front nod, Magdelen trudged up to the stage with all the enthusiasm as a man condemned to the gallows. For a moment, she fussed with her too-large sweater and then peered over the high collar for a moment, tugged it back down around her collarbone, and said, "Magdelen Wesley, for the part of the Prince."
A deep breath, and then she began in tones of anger, scolding evident in her posture and tone; she'd practiced for weeks, and beyond that had a practical application in how she spoke to her father. "Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--" She paused, frowned as one might if displeased. "Will they not hear? What, ho, you men, you beasts, that quench the fire of your per- pernicious rage with purple fountains issuing from your veins!" Perhaps her posture remained too regal- her shoulders hunched forward the barest bit where she might have moved bodily. Disdain, not righteous anger, showed more clearly, and was (perhaps?) incorrect.
"On pain of torture, from those bloody hands throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, and hear the sentence of your moved prince." Now she was more appropriate to the role, a composed gesture indicating imaginary Montague and Capulet brawlers; her eyes gazed with something like sadness or disappointment. "Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, by thee, old Capulet, and Montague, have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, and made Verona's ancient citizens cast by their grave, beseeming ornaments to weild old partisans, in hands as old, canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate!"
And now, quiet threat with a decisive gesture of her hand: "If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace! For this time, all the rest, depart away," she waved a hand, "You, Capulet, shall go along with me, and Montague this afternoon to know our further pleasure in this case, to old Free-town, our common judgement-place."
Cold as iron, she finished with, "Once more, on pain of death, all men depart."
It seemed she didn't know what to do then, for she stood there uncertainly a moment before nodding to herself and hurrying down the stairs, to sit at the back of the theater.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 1:18 pm
Vincent politely waited for Magdelen's performance to finish, before shyly stepping on stage. "My name is Vincent Sadril." He said, forcing himself to look out into the audience. "I'm going to try out for Benvolio." And with that, the boy fell into character. He knew the part well, he and his brother Joshua often acted out scenes from Shakespeare's plays.
"Part, fools! Put up your swords, you know not what you do." He used his hands to beat down invisible swords, and pushed the non-existant actors apart. He looked up, as if in greeting another man. "I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me." He paused, as if listening.
"Here were the servants of your adversary, and yours close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them, in the instant came the fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared. Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, he swung about his head and cut the winds, who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn: while we were interchanging thrusts and blows, came more and more and fought on part and part, till the prince came, who parted either part."
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 1:52 pm
((Auditions are officially closed. Feel free to keep rping if you like, though.))
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