Post by Nicholas Faulkner on May 24, 2008 12:31:25 GMT -5
((October 22nd, Midday))
The day was cool outside, leading to less and less people who were roaming the grounds of the school. A certain boy in particular was avoiding the outdoors. Herealized quickly though, that eventhough this was one of the bigger schools in existance, it was a very small place when you were confined to its walls. Dressed for the weather, Nick wore a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved tee. There was no need to be dressing up something fancy when he would be aimlessly wanderingthe halls. However, after a few minutes of sheer boredom, a certain room caught his eye.
With a small smirk, Nick opened the doorto the abandoned theater and stepped inside. It was cool and dark, the only light coming froma few dim bulbs on the stage. This was a place he had been many times in the last year that hehad been at this school. In fact, he had just been in here the day before rehearsingfor a play his class was putting on. He supposed he could try rehearsing now except thathe didn't have his lines with him, and he could very well try to block when he was by himself.
Making his way down the aisle betweena row of seats, Nick proceeded to the stage. Ah, he loved the few of the stadium seating from the slight platform of the stage. He especialyl loved it when the seats were full of an audience waiting to exprience an entertaining couple of hours.
Quite suddenly, and almost before he realized what he was doing, he began to act out one of his favorite scenes from one of his favorite plays.A role which he was lucky enough to have in his Senior year of high school. His facewas solemn and his eyes fixed far away into another life as he began.
He paused here,smiling a bit at the words. The words realyl were nothing to smile at since they were actually very sad, but he loved the fact that he could remember such a speech. It really was a great play. Shakespeare was practically his hero.
The day was cool outside, leading to less and less people who were roaming the grounds of the school. A certain boy in particular was avoiding the outdoors. Herealized quickly though, that eventhough this was one of the bigger schools in existance, it was a very small place when you were confined to its walls. Dressed for the weather, Nick wore a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved tee. There was no need to be dressing up something fancy when he would be aimlessly wanderingthe halls. However, after a few minutes of sheer boredom, a certain room caught his eye.
With a small smirk, Nick opened the doorto the abandoned theater and stepped inside. It was cool and dark, the only light coming froma few dim bulbs on the stage. This was a place he had been many times in the last year that hehad been at this school. In fact, he had just been in here the day before rehearsingfor a play his class was putting on. He supposed he could try rehearsing now except thathe didn't have his lines with him, and he could very well try to block when he was by himself.
Making his way down the aisle betweena row of seats, Nick proceeded to the stage. Ah, he loved the few of the stadium seating from the slight platform of the stage. He especialyl loved it when the seats were full of an audience waiting to exprience an entertaining couple of hours.
Quite suddenly, and almost before he realized what he was doing, he began to act out one of his favorite scenes from one of his favorite plays.A role which he was lucky enough to have in his Senior year of high school. His facewas solemn and his eyes fixed far away into another life as he began.
"To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.-- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons "
He paused here,smiling a bit at the words. The words realyl were nothing to smile at since they were actually very sad, but he loved the fact that he could remember such a speech. It really was a great play. Shakespeare was practically his hero.
