Shakesy And his Acting

Shakespeare
Memorial Hall
Rehearsals.
Shakespeare sat at the makeshift piano. As usual, his mind had
warped the settings around him and he was in full character mode. He
played the organ quietly, slowly building it up as Christine walked
up, gingerly towards him. The music grew louder as Christine grew
closer. And then, as it peaked, she grabbed hold of the mask and
pried it from his face. The mask came away and the phantom recoiled,
covering his disfigured face from view and screaming:
"No! You mustn't see me!" He cowered away as Christine gasped and
dropped the mask to the floor. She backed away as part of his
scarred and mangled face became visible. The phantom grabbed the
mask and secured it back to his face, before glairing at Christine.
"Come child," he said, securing a tight hold on her arm. "We mst
take you back to the surface."
He pulled her roughly towards the tunnels and Christine protested
weakly, being jostled about by an irate Phantom. They stormed up,
back towards the main area where the Phantom stopped. He let go of
Christine and she walked out onto the empty theatre's stage.
Christine took a couple of steps forward, before looking back at
her tutor.
"When is our next lesson?" she asked.
"I haven't decided yet. Go child, leave me," he said aburptly, and
turned away quickly, disappearing into the shadows.
Christien stood still on the stage, alone, watching the black for
signs of movement. After a few minutes, she too, turned and left the
stage.
"Excellent!" cried Stewie from his directors chair. "If you all
keep up this wonderful performance, then this play will be
incredible." Shakespeare's world returned and he reminded himsefl,
not for the first time, to go and see some kind of professional
doctor about his character delving.
He walked off stage and over to his coat. there was a small rattle
from one of the pockets and he pulled out the bottle of sickness
pills.
"Ah yes," he smiled.
"Who wath it who wanted thine pills for sicknesth?" called
Shakespeare.
Scwheeble walked forward. "Me, Doc," he admitted. "Just been
feeling a little peeky," he explained.
"Welleth, when thy's feeling strange'st. Taketh one per meal,"
said Shakespeare. He went over the sentence in his mind. 'Needth to
improve thy English, William,' he told himself.
Scheweeble looked at the jar of green pills and slipped them in his
pocket.
Shakespeare placed his white coat over his black skin tight medibay
outfit and said his goodbyes before leaving the memorial hall and
walking back out into the corridor and heading for the medibay.
He had walekda no more than a few metres when a pair of arm
fastened themselves to his waist. He jumped and turned around to see
his beloved, Hazel Coffey, standing their with a smile on her face.
"Ah Hazel!" he exclaimed joyfully. "I've not seen you for a while,
things going okay?"
"Yes, William. Fine," she said, before leaning forward and kissing
him gently.
They released each other and began walking along side each other to
the medibay. They reached it a few minutes later, both of them
laughing and talking. They entered the medibay to see that it was
empty, save for two beings sitting morosely in Keto's office.
"Why are The Tree and Wildflower in anoyed Keto's office?" asked
Shakespeare out loud.
Inside the office the tree noticed Shakespeare and bounded up and
down happily.
"I've no idea," said Coffey.
She walked over to the door whilst Shakespeare moved over to the
quratine confinemnt. The appendix was pressing against the sides of
jar three. It was getting bigger.
Wildflower and the Tree ran out of the office and over to their
game of monopoly which appeared salvagable.
"Keto locked us in there," explained Wildflower. "Didn't want Tara
to let us out."
Coffey looked at Shakespeare, her eyes wide and pointed at the
gaming couple. Shall I put them back? She mouthed at Shakespeare.
Shakespeare shook his head.
There was silence and Coffey walked over to monitor the appendix
with Shakespeare.
"Doc S?" asked Wildflower.
"Yes," asked Shakespeare, looking over his shoulder whilst slipping
an arm around Coffey's waist.
"Could you train me to be a doctor?" asked Wildflower. Shakespeare
was quiet.
"A surgeon?" he asked after a pause.
"Yes, I want to join the medistaff. It's no fun in the detriment
dept. All we do is clean door handles."
"You want mynself, to teach thou, surgeon to be a?"
"Yes," said Wildflower. She looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
Shakespeare was silent for a mintue longer. Going over the
consequences in his mind.
"Ok then. Yes. I willeth teach thou everything I knowest about
being thine surgeon."
Wilflower looked overjoyed and hugged the tree who rustled
excitedly.
"You couldn't hold thy scapel," explained Shakespeare.
The tree dropped slightly.
"But I'm sure I could find something else for you to do,"
Shakespeare said hurriedly.
The tree perked up.
Shakespeare turned to Coffey.
"Dearest Hazel," he began.
"Yes, William?" she asked.
"Well, I've a wish of mine to ask thee a question."
"Fire away," she said, looking at him sweetly.
"Well, we've been coupled, for a while noweth. and I wished to
know whether you'st be interetsed in moving into my quarters with me?"
Coffey looked at Shakespeare for a second.
"Move in with you?"
Shakespeare nodded.
OOC - Chief Plastic Surgeon Hazel Coffey, the choice is yours. :D
Have tremendous fun posting a follow up to this. :)