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Mar 29, 2009 13:31:14 GMT -5
Post by Jude on Mar 29, 2009 13:31:14 GMT -5
Plays!? I kind of wrote one. I'll prolly post it later.
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Mar 29, 2009 13:46:52 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Mar 29, 2009 13:46:52 GMT -5
I'm sortof writing a play about this alien who comes to earth and is a rock star, like Ziggy, it's really silly so I can't post it
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Mar 29, 2009 13:50:33 GMT -5
Post by Jude on Mar 29, 2009 13:50:33 GMT -5
That's neat : D What? You can't post silly stuff? O.o Really? *liptremblesadface*
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Mar 29, 2009 15:48:06 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Mar 29, 2009 15:48:06 GMT -5
Well YOU can; some of us are far too sophisticated! *tsk*
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Mar 29, 2009 16:18:46 GMT -5
Post by Jude on Mar 29, 2009 16:18:46 GMT -5
Oh. Oh I see.
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Mar 30, 2009 13:29:13 GMT -5
Post by Jude on Mar 30, 2009 13:29:13 GMT -5
Cast: Mallory - a stagehand Dean - the director Tommy - a boy Luther - another boy Candy - perpetually absent
Scene: a bare stage, Dean is running around giving flustered orders, Tommy and Luther rehearsing, Mallory trying to look busy
Dean: Alright, alright. From the top again. Luther: Again? Tommy: You know I'm too drunk to do this, Dean. Dean: You're not drunk at all. Will you just cooperate? Tommy: Fine, fine. Someone fix my makeup. Mallory: You need something? Cause if you need something I'm right here, ya know. I'm not really busy and... Luther: Mal, he's not wearing makeup. Mallory: Yeah I know, but... Dean: Ok ok. Can we stop this nonsense? Luther: You're gonna give yourself a stroke. Dean: Thanks. That's great. Just say the lines. Tommy: The l... Dean: Do not even do it. Luther: Too late. Dean: Guys, can we be serious for five minutes? Luther: Yeah, come on, Tommy. I'm ready to go home. Tommy: Starting where? Dean: Start at "Oh my love." Tommy: I can't just spew my lines into thin air. This is ridiculous. Candy's not doing her work... Dean: Why should you? You're not Candy. Deliver the lines to Mallory if you have a problem. Where'd she go? Luther: You can say it to me. Mallory: I'm here. I was just... Tommy: Well... I... Luther: Mal hasn't got experience. It would be easier for him to deliver them to me. Tommy: Yeah, that. Mallory: I can do it. I can assure you I'd be so professional... Dean: Mallory, would you go get me a cup of coffee? Mallory: Do you want anything, Tommy? Dean: He doesn't. Just go. Mallory: Ok, I just... Dean: Go. Now you guys... just... do whatever. You're going to anyway. Thomas, deliver the lines to Luther. Tommy: Right... um... you ready? Luther: Ready. Tommy: Oh my love! I cannot bear this constant creeping and deceit! Though I know they may discover us, better it were that we enjoy a short life in each other's arms than face the longest lives alone. Let us live as one, or die! Dean: *clapping* Bravo! That's what I'm talking about. Passion. Fire. Good one, Tommy. Mallory: *from the far right* He never did that for Candy.
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Mar 31, 2009 15:08:02 GMT -5
Post by PurpleGrape on Mar 31, 2009 15:08:02 GMT -5
um, fan-fucking-tastic! as is everything you write. i love your stuff <3 it's just perfect ^^
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Mar 31, 2009 15:24:56 GMT -5
Post by Jude on Mar 31, 2009 15:24:56 GMT -5
*giggle* thank you <3 i was trying to express through dialogue.. ish. i mean, it was pretty much spontaneous but it was different to the stuff i usually write cause of just having dialogue to work with, you know? it's not meant to be taken too seriously...
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Mar 31, 2009 15:27:13 GMT -5
Post by PurpleGrape on Mar 31, 2009 15:27:13 GMT -5
I understand, but it worked perfectly. I totally got it ^^
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Mar 31, 2009 15:28:10 GMT -5
Post by Jude on Mar 31, 2009 15:28:10 GMT -5
yay! : D
i'm a bit worried that my poetry seems emo lately. i know that's not to do with plays but it's to do with writing and damn...
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