forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED
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@blue_topaz

(gasps my heart, how could you do this?
but yeah, lol
I should probably start typing up a starter, XD
how do you want to start this off?)

@blue_topaz

(right, I keep forgetting that the children of mafia bosses still have to do school lmao
Around the beginning of the year, say, mid-September? Maybe a fight could break out between a large group of people?)

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I'd always preferred heat over everything else.

The sensation of fire rippling through my insides, the burning trail running down my throat after a mouthful of both strong words and strong alcohol, the blazing power that a wildfire of rage could bring to my fingertips.

"Ragazza di fuoco," they called me at home. Girl of fire. They all told me that sparks flew when I became angry, candleflames swelled to become bonfires. And I liked the title, enjoyed the sound of it, rolling off of others' tongues. It was perhaps the thing that suited me the most about my lifestyle; the fire, the heat.

"You have eyes like burning coals," someone had once informed me—a praise or something else entirely, I would never know. But I took definite pleasure at the sensation of flames blazing across my bruised knuckles, hot blood rushing through my veins.

Coincidentally, one of the best ways to achieve this feeling was by getting into a fight. Fists flying, globs of blood spat out to the side, bodies left bruised and scraped by the end, adrenaline pumping through the fighter that clawed their way to the top—namely, me.
But I couldn't exactly explain this to my high school principal… Not that getting into trouble bothered me, only gave me a reason to be cautious, even now, on a sweltering September morning behind the bunker at my forsaken high school.

Punches were thrown, kicks were delivered, and mostly by me. At the end of the first few minutes, I'd left several burly football players sprawled out on the ground. An exhilarated laugh escaped my lips as a thrilled raced through me. Ducking under someone's fist—what were we all fighting about this time? I couldn't remember, nor did I care— I grinned like the Cheshire Cat and swung again.

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Adrenaline pumping, spit flying, bloody noses and broken bones. This was officially the best school day ever. Record scratch, freeze frame. Let the camera pan in and focus on the Italian teenager getting wrecked to the ground. Is that me? Pan out a little. See the dashing model with a razor sharp jawline? That’s me.

I walked into school from the lot after parking my motorcycle. Morning sun giving me an angelic halo. This school is my school. Romeo Montague, starting quarterback for fall football, starting center for winter ice hockey, and of course, starting center for spring soccer. Try not to swoon, ladies. I get around, you can count on that.

Crack! I grinned as Tybalt Capulet came crashing to the ground after I decked him. He’s one of the most insufferable losers this prison has to offer. For some reason, he seems to think he can get away with ragging on my family. The shank in my pocket said otherwise, but when it came to Tybalt there wasn’t any real danger.

“Bro! Nice one!” I wiped the blood off my face with the back of my hand, high fiving my best friend and partner in crime, Mercutio. We grinned at each other one last time before diving back into the fray. Why? Cause it’s fun!

((I gave him a basic movie intro to really give you an idea of how awful he’s going to be lmao))

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Another loud, freeing laugh escaped from my bloodied lips like an uncaged bird as I grabbed hold of another girl’s wrist and shoved her to the ground, successfully blocking her failure of a punch. The blue emblem on the back of her vest, now soiled with dirt and blood, only added to my glee—nothing was better than seeing a Montague get beaten to the ground.

And I was flying again, dark hair coming undone from its tight bun and tumbling down my shoulders. The sun danced on my skin just as I danced around each fighter, twisting arms, shoving bodies against walls, driving elbows and knees into stomachs and crotches. This was what it felt like to be alive—pure electricity shooting through my veins, my heart ready to burst, red static hovering in the air. Screw gunshots and bullet trajectories, screw mafia strategy and arson. This? This was perfect.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tybalt go down. Everyone had to defend their own honour, claw their own way to the top, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to fight his battles for him, but the one thing that was most definitely going to happen was the weak, pitiful Montague brat getting beaten into the dirt. Romeo. His name turned my stomach.

I didn’t hesitate a second, only darted forward, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and slammed him face-first into the brick wall only a foot away.

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One second I was in my glory, back to back with Mercutio while we brawled like barbarians in the center of the hallway. The next my ears were ringing while blood trickled down from a brand new gash on my forehead. A slew of curses escaped my lips as I stumbled backwards, dazed and pissed as all hell. I swung my fist to clobber my attacker, but diverted the blow last minute.

“Wha—What the hell?” Cue the slow motion and the heavenly lights. In front of me, her hand still gripping into my shirt collar, was Juliet Montague—er… Capulet. My worst enemy, or she was. Usually is. Almost always. Okay! You’ve caught me! I think I hit my head too hard…

I knew when I needed to scram. It was like a sixth sense that told me when a teacher was arriving to put an end to the fight. But right now? I’ve been staring at her dumbstruck for almost a full minute. My family would literally kill me if I went after a Capulet. But damn did she know how to fight…

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This time, my laugh was brutal, harsh even to my own ears. I cocked an eyebrow at Romeo, enjoying the absolutely dumbstruck look on his face much more than I should have been. “Oh, this is precious,” I chuckled, a sharp edge lining each of my words. We, or rather, I, was the only one left standing, the rest of the brawlers having run off or passed out on the ground. “Are you going to tell daddy that you were beaten by both a girl and a Capulet? Or will I have to write it all over your face?”

My blood ran hot, rage thawing and giving away to the pure rush of victory. I dropped him like a sack of hot coals and planted my boot in the centre of his chest, digging the heel in hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain. I was expecting an attack in retaliation, for Romeo to attempt to catch me off guard, but we both knew I was much too prepared for that to happen.

(Damn, Romeo is smitten~)

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I stood there, trying to form a coherant thought. Blood oozing out of the cuts of my face as I stared. Smashing into that wall had been like a system restart. I could hardly gain my bearings, unable to tear my eyes from hers. That laugh. That wicked, beautiful laugh. Hell, I’ve heard that demonic melody enough times to know exactly what was coming next. I knew how to counter it and keep the fight going. I done it a million times before, but now I—

A blur and a flash of pain later and I was sprawled flat on my back, wheezing to catch my breath. The acrid taste of my own blood filled my mouth. Juliet dug her heel into my chest, causing me to sputter and groan softly in pain. I didn’t even bother to move dazed and sluggish. Her heel seemed to have kickstarted whatever the hell was happening to me. Our eyes locked, and my heart began to pound faster than it had during the fight. What the hell? What the hell?! My brain finally seemed to catch up to the situation. Good news, I could now think. Bad news. I’m pretty sure I’m having a heart attack.

(He totally is lol)

@blue_topaz

(Lol
I totally haven’t been anxiously waiting for your every response to this rp lmao)

“You won’t even fight back?” I dug my heel a little harder into his chest before stepping back and dusting my hands off. There was blood in the corner of my mouth; I could feel it, slick and warm, but I didn’t move to wipe it away. Lightning still buzzed in my veins, flooding my body with excited energy, but most of my fire had flickered out now that there was no one else to fight.

“Wow, some Montague.” I was about to smirk and turn away from his amusingly dazed face when my cousin rose shakily to his feet, groaning. “Nice one—oww—Juliet,” he congratulated through gritted teeth, causing me to snort. “What hurts more, your lost dignity or that cut on your cheek, Tybalt? Try not to get kicked down by Romeo, of all people, next time.”

Yes, it was incredibly harsh and uncalled for. But I’d been raised that way, show no mercy or weakness, etcetera. Typical mafia boss weekend lectures. And it was easier this way, was it not? Being soft was the easiest way to end up sprawled on the ground.

“Have fun explain that one to daddy, Romeo,” I tossed over my shoulder, before slipping past Tybalt and in the direction of the nearest washroom.

(Okay, so maybe I’m overdoing it on the heartless badass thing….)

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(Lmao I keep waiting for your responses too while I watch the Office in the corner of my screen. Also heartless badass Juliet is a queen, Romeo loves her)

“Dude! What was that?” Mercutio was the one to pull me to my feet. “You concussed?” He waved his hand in front of my face several times, looking legitimately concerned to a certain degree. I sidestepped him, leaning against the same wall my face had been bashed into moments earlier, watching Juliet walk away.

“What’s with the face? Is Rosaline coming?” Mercutio continued to babble at my side. I tuned him out, still adjusting to my rapid heartbeat. It slowly started to ease in my chest once Juliet was out of sight. “No! Romeo! Hey!” Mercutio snapped his fingers directly in front of my face.

“What?” My sharp glare did nothing to deter him as he began to freak out.

“You can’t serious be making the face at Juliet right now? You’re shitting me right?” The teen exclaimed, punching me hard in the ribs.

“I’m not making the face.” I rolled my eyes, ditching him in the middle of the hall in favor of going to wash up. Mercutio caught up with me anyways.

“Romeo, think of Rosaline, she’s only turned you down twice now! Third time’s the charm. Bonus here, her family won’t fill you with bullets!”

@blue_topaz

(Loll
Romeo is my absolute favourite oml)

I didn’t bother eavesdropping on Romeo and Mercutio’s—okay, who the hell names their kid Mercutio? Sure, I had a cousin named ‘Tybalt’, but ‘Mercutio’ was its own level of weird and old-fashioned—conversation, why would I care what they were talking about this time? Probably the pretty senior Romeo was so obsessed with (school news, obviously). I had about ten minutes left until the morning bell rang to clean up my bloodied face, which was exactly what I did, using the tiny bottle of concealer i carried in my pencil case to cover up a few stray bruises.

Perfect.
The rest of the fighters would definitely be singled out, but I knew how to get out of trouble, and I wasn’t going to waste time in the principal’s office again.

I smacked my lips and headed out for my first class, which was unfortunately the horror that was Pre-Calc. I’d take gun fights over this bullshit any day.

Almost two arduous hours passed, leaving me in Co-Ed P.E. class with a group of fairly athletic girls, my best friend, and none other but the ‘almighty’ Romeo Montague. I caught his eye from across the gym and smirked, waiting for his reaction.

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I had P.E without Mercutio, which normally wasn’t fun, but today it was a sweet relief. He’d been nagging me all morning! Honestly, how stupid did he have to be to assume I liked a Capulet? I’ve been in love with Rosaline since Junior year! Which is only really one year, but that’s a long time for me! He’s being ridiculous, overreacting as per usual.

P.E was the best anyways. So what if Capulet was in this class? No one in this school compared to me when it came down to athletics. All I had to do was to be good at whatever we did here in order to make up for whatever five minute concussion I got earlier. I scanned the room, trying to weigh out the pros and cons over who to pick in case we did a team sport.

Everything was going smoothly until Juliet ruined it all again. My chest constricted slightly as she smirked at me. No. I am not making the face. I’m not going to make the face. The face, was the name of the lovesick puppy expression that was signature of my restless heart switching allegiances. The fond title had been given by Mercutio, who felt he had naming rights after having to deal with it for so many years.

I forced myself to smirk back, winking confidently before coolly turning away to hyperventilate where Juilet couldn’t see me.

@blue_topaz

(Lmao Romeo is a whole mood right there)

He winked back, but his smirk was satisfyingly delayed, enough to boost my confidence the teensiest bit higher. “Right,” I said to Marina, who was twisting her light hair into a simple plait. “Goal of the period, beat Romeo Montague in whatever sport we’re playing this time.” My best friend snorted loudly, giving me her signature, dubious blue-eyed look. “Again? I thought you beat him up this morning.”

“Your point?” I grinned.

“You know, Juliet, you could try being nice to him for the rest of today.”
After a beat of silence, we both burst out laughing. “Yeah, screw that.”

Coach Gugliemi blew his shrill whistle and launched into a set of instructions for the game of football (soccer) we were supposed to be playing; girls VS boys. Several girls in the class could be seen cracking their knuckles after that announcement.

After a few minutes of awkward assembling, the game began with me on left forward and Marina on midfield.

(So, I was thinking, maybe there’s some sort of party that night?)

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I was more than ready to lose myself in the game and just act on instinct. As soon as the ball hit the cheap waxed wood floor I was off, practically dancing my way around a defender and charging at top speed, keeping the ball in check.

The adrenaline had me fired up, everything me a blur as the air shimmered and crackled with energy. This was why I loved sports more than anything else. I didn’t have to think or care about anything besides scoring a goal. Point A to Point B. Simple, powerful, instinctual. I let out a whoop of joy as I took a shot at the net, putting as much force behind the kick as possible, aiming for the top right corner.

(Yesss the party will be amazing omg! Also I’m sorry if my descriptions are terrible for P.E., the only sport I actually know how to play is hockey!😭)

@blue_topaz

(Dw about it lol, the only sport I vaguely know how to play is soccer)

Marina dove to block Romeo’s shot, seeing as their goalie was utterly useless, but the ball whizzed right past her head and into the net. She and Juliet made eye contact, buzzing with frustration. The ball was sent back out into the field, and this time, Juliet managed to get a hold of it, gliding it through the feet of the other team’s midfielder and sending it straight into the net. Grinning triumphantly, she soaked up the after effects of the adrenaline rush the win had given her and sent an infuriating wink Romeo’s way.