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Post by bellezza on Feb 18, 2007 14:41:37 GMT -5
"The realization hits me heavily, like a .44 Magnum smashing into my skull. My heart starts beating with a quick dread and my blood freezes in my veins. My stomach does backflips. The ordeal I am about to face is one of the most chilling, grisly, and macabre experiences known to woman..." Belle began to rambled off one of her favorite monologues from A Girl's Guide to Chaos by Cynthia Heimel.
She paused and looked around the empty room. She sighed at the lack of an audience she had. You needed an audience for drama. It was totally necessary. But she could still entertain herself, right?
"Dating. I will have to start dating again.
Please, God, no, don't make me do it! I'll be good from now on, I promise! I'll stop feeding the dog hashish! I'll be kind, thoughtful, sober, industrious, anything. But please, God, not the ultimate torture of dating..."
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Post by Denzel on Feb 18, 2007 17:00:16 GMT -5
Denzel had been walkin down the hall when he heard a murmer of voices. The door which it came from stood out, and he decided to take a peek. He immediatley recognized the girl from Potions class, and was mezmorized by her acting. She's good. He thought, leaning against the doorway to listen. When she seemed to have finished he clapped his hands, stepping into the room.
"I hope you don't mind, I was listening." He told her, putting his hands into his pockets. "You're pretty good." He complimented her, though he really had no idea what she was quoting.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 18, 2007 17:12:39 GMT -5
Bella turned immeadiately and smiled broadly. She was surprised that she wasn't embarrassed but for some reason she felt comfortable with Denzel.
"Hey, thanks! I don't mind. Seriously it's fine. In fact, I was hoping for an audience to hear me say that piece so...thanks. A lot" she said happily.
She looked at him and then continued.
"I'm considering if I should as the headmistress whether or not we should have a talent show here or a play or something. I would definitely try out. What would you think of that?"
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Post by Denzel on Feb 18, 2007 17:18:02 GMT -5
"I think you'd have a chance." He said in a doubtful voice. "Though you'd have to beat me, and as we all know I have unlimited skill." He raised an eye brow sarcastically, as he chuckled quietly under his breath.
"It's truly unfortunate. I have no skill whatsoever in anything." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a packet of gum. Placing a piece in his mouth, he silently offered her one.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 18, 2007 17:21:37 GMT -5
"You know, there could definitely be some hidden skill you don't know about. And I doubt you have absolutely no skill. I have never met a person who has had none whatsoever" she said, accepting his gum.
"Then again, you could just prove me wrong about that" she thought aloud, popping the gum into her mouth
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Post by Denzel on Feb 18, 2007 17:28:21 GMT -5
Denzel watched her put the gum in her mouth, then slipped the packet back into his pocket. He liked looking suspicious. Chewing thoughtfully, he said,
"Well I do have a hackey sack which always happens to find a place in my pocket." He smirked and withdrew it. It was black and had colorful music notes all over it. Though he said it just happen to be in his pocket, it was actually his hobby, and he loved it.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 18, 2007 17:32:33 GMT -5
Belle raised her eyebrow at him and laughed when he mentioned a hackey sack.
"I always wanted one of those. But my parents told me it was silly..." she told him.
As he pulled it out, she admired it.
"Wow, that's amazing. Show me some moves. I want to know if it's just for show or if you have something to back it up" she said, backing up so he had space to do something.
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Post by Denzel on Feb 18, 2007 17:37:07 GMT -5
Denzel scowled at her playfully.
"Put the spotlight on me, why don't you?" He said, squaring his shoulders and leaving about two feet between his legs. He held the hackey sack high in the air, level with his shoulders, then dropped it. His right foot, turned to the side, came up to meet it, sending it spinning back up into the air once more. As it made it's way down, he repeated the action with his left foot. The third time, he used his right knee, and then his left knee, and then went back to using his right foot and left foot. His eyes stayed glued to the sack, but he still spoke.
"My record was eight minutes and fifty-three seconds." The hackey sack came down, and he jumped high, using his arms to elevate him. Mid air, he cought the ball between his two feet, then landed with it still smooshed between then. He grinned up at her. "But I won't make you endure that."
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Post by bellezza on Feb 18, 2007 17:41:54 GMT -5
Belle watched in amazement as the hackey sack jumped around and then frowned when he stopped.
"Endure? That would be nothing to endure. In fact, if you ever feel like breaking that record tell me. I want to be there to watch it" she said.
She looked down at it between his legs and laughed.
"That looks majorly uncomfortable"
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Post by Denzel on Feb 18, 2007 17:49:35 GMT -5
Denzel grunted. Tightening his feet's grip around the hackey sack, he jumped again and bent his knees, sending the sack flying through the air, up over his head, and landing in his outstretched hand. Show off. He told himself, but shrugged. When you master something, you're allowed. He responded.
"I'll make sure to." He told her, stuffing the hackey sack back into his pocket. He crossed his arms over his chest, and pointed at her with his chin. "Why don't you d some more acting for me?"
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Post by bellezza on Feb 18, 2007 17:55:34 GMT -5
Belle smirked at he way he showed off but was secretly impressed. He was amazing at it.
"You better"
She mock pointed back at him with her chin.
"If I do, does that mean you'll show off for me more?"
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Post by Denzel on Feb 18, 2007 18:20:02 GMT -5
"You can count on it." He replied with patronizing laugh. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side, gesturing with his finger.
"Come on. Show me what you got." It was a straight up challenge.
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Post by bellezza on Feb 19, 2007 11:56:29 GMT -5
"Okay then. This is a monologue from Sophistry by Jonathan Marc Sherman" she started.
Belle took a step backwards and a deep breath before she began.
"Where were you? You weren't at dinner. You said we'd talk at dinner. You weren't there.
It's supposed to mean Sharon's mouth is big. It's supposed to mean you shouldn't send tangible items if you don't want to get caught, that's what it's supposed to mean. You gave her flowers. She's telling people you gave her flowers. I mean, enough that you're having an affair with the stupidest person on this campus, but you're sending her things you're not even sending me. I'm not even asking for exclusivity here, I'm asking for equality. She gets flowers, the least you could have done was send me some flowers. Not that anything would have been excused, but do you know how low it makes me feel? Are you aware?" Belle raised her voice at this part and felt herself getting into character. She could feel the anger course through her body and take control.
"You sent the tramp flowers, Ex. You went into town and gave money to a florist so your little affair could smell flowers. How thoughtful! You should have called me. Perhaps I could have picked out some roses and delivered them for you personally, if I happened to be in the right mood, in the floral spirit, as it were.
I've had enough of this nuts. Yes, I know, I asked for it, I do deserve some of it because I tolerated it, I allowed it, I ignored it, but there are limits. You've pulled off some incredible stunts during this relationship, gotten away with some extraordinary garbage, and I want to be the first to congratulate you, you do the scumbag thing extremely well. But I will no longer be a segment of your vicious circle. I don't fit. I can't even look at myself in the mirror, because when I do, all I can see are flowers, somebody else's flowers. You've gotten a lot of mileage on just a few drops of romance very early on. I'm a sucker. But the tank is empty. Enough of this. I can't do it. Enough." Belle ended, bowing her head. Her head draped across her face and she peeked up to see Denzel's response.
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Post by Denzel on Mar 3, 2007 20:45:12 GMT -5
Denzel chuckled and clapped his hands together at a steady beat.
"Wonderful, just great." He said with a crooked grin. I wonder how long it took her to memorize that. "You're good." he said again.
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Post by bellezza on Mar 24, 2007 19:22:47 GMT -5
Belle exaggeratingly bowed and gave him a broad smile.
"Thank you, thank you! Now it's your turn" she told him.
She stepped closer to him and looked him in the face.
"Let's see what you 'got'." she stated, a smirk pulling at her lips.
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