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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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JULIET: Touché. But still, why would you audition for a part in a play when you don't enjoy acting?

ROMEO: Mr. Rizzo isn’t exactly my biggest fan. I don’t want to get points of our presentation because I am “illiterate towards the arts” Which was rude and uncalled for btw.

JULIET: I mean…. it's sort of true. But I guess you're right. Also, you misspelled 'off'.

I stood to drop my empty ice cream container in the garbage, clipping my pen back to the waistline of my black jeans. Why was I even doing this? Why couldn't I just text Romeo a 'gtg' and turn off my phone?

ROMEO: They had to reinesert the bone back into my left arm earlier! Cut me some slack!!! And are you suggesting I’d be bad at drama? I’d be the best at drama. I will be the best. I’m going to win.

JULIET: K, it's an audition, not a contest. Also, I don't believe you. I definitely am suggesting that you'd be bad at drama. And surgery is no excuse to misspell 'off'.

ROMEO: Ill be great at drama! And surgery is the best excuse for a mistype. My dominant arm is broken.

JULIET: You misspelled 'I'll', too. And that's even more of a reason to proofread your texts before you send them.

ROMEO: Fine, fine. I’ll do better. What are we doing tomorrow for drama? Are you going to FaceTime me if I’m not in class? Or are we texting again?

JULIET: Why the hell would I FaceTime you? And probably neither. You work on fleshing out your character on your own and I'll do the same. Only text me if you have an idea that doesn't concern your character alone.

ROMEO: At least help me start tomorrow? I’ve never done this before! I already forgot what his name is.

JULIET: Alessandro. Just do basic character development stuff. Personality, backstory, family, etcetera.

I turned off my phone for a moment, inhaling deeply and trying to sort out the mess of thoughts currently occupying my brain. But I had barely begun when my screen lit up again, displaying a message from my father that sent an electric shock through my body.

ANGELO: Get home. Now.

I texted Romeo a quick 'gtg', panic giving my feet wings as I sped from the shop, thanking Greg as quickly as possible. Shit.
It would take me at least forty minutes to get home by transit. Marina's house, where I was supposed to be, was ten minutes away from mine. Angelo would instantly know what had happened, and I'd be done for.

(Noooo stop hurting Juliet!!!)

My brows furrowed in concern, looking at her abrupt text. Something about it felt wrong. I wondered if I screwed up somehow, but she had seemed completely fine moment ago. All I could do was hope everything was okay.

ROMEO: Alright, stay safe.

(haha never
and to be fair, you literally tortured Romeo)

Before I went underground, where there was no cell service, I shot Marina a quick text.

JULIET: My dad thinks I'm at your house, just asked me to get home. I'm almost an hour away. Could you sneak out so we can pretend we went to the library or smtg?

She replied quickly in the affirmative, understanding the seriousness of the situation.

My hands shook the whole ride back. Several times, my blank expression threatened to crumble and reveal one of absolute terror, but I somehow managed to salvage it at the last moment. I couldn't tip anyone off, couldn't give any clues.

(He’s an ass, it’s sort of justifiable! Plus I needed a way to ban him from sports.)

I leaned back against the pillows, turning to Mercutio. “I’m worried about Juliet.” I deadpanned, watching Mercurio sigh and glare at me.

“She’s a Capulet. She can handle herself.” He replied, looking down at his phone again. “You shouldn’t like her anyways, Romeo. You’re putting all of us in danger.”

(he's an awesome ass! And to be fair, Juliet's a bigger ass, she emotionally manipulated him for a while)

It took me seven tries to fit my key into the lock of the front door and turn it—my hands were shaking so badly I kept dropping it. When I finally pushed the door open, I was met with dead silence.

"Sir?" I called, slipping off my shoes and making for the kitchen, stumbling in my haste to get there. My father's cold, dark eyes, so similar to mine, stared back at me.
"Sir—I'm sorry, Marina and I, we went to the library—they didn't have what we were looking for, so we—" Angelo cut me off by slamming his fist down on the table. I flinched back, wrapping my arms around my middle as fear and panic flooded my mind.

My father stood and approached me slowly, expression hard and unyielding. "I know," he growled, "When my excuse for a daughter is lying to me. Dimmi, Julieta. Tell me, where were you?"

I took a step backwards, but his hand shot forward and yanked me back up the front of my collar.
"I was—Sir, I'm not lying. I was with Marina and—"
Again, my father interrupted me, this time by forcing me to my knees.

(Oh my god no I love her do NOT hurt her PLEASE)

“All is fair in love and war.” I replied smoothly, winking at Mercutio. My best friend seemed throughly unamused by my antics.

“Yeah, I picked up on that.” He snorted, gesturing to me. “So what’s this about? And how’s your vision doing?” Mercutio held up three fingers. “How many fingers am I—“

“Forty two.” I grumbled sarcastically, fed up with Mercutio’s obsession with my poor vision. “I’m fine.”

(too late)
(also lmao I love those two)

I knew my place, what I was supposed to do. Bowing my head and swallowing thickly, I forced the last of my fire, of my spark, to ebb away, trying to go completely numb. He couldn't break my spirit if I had none.

Angelo walked in a slow circle around me, as if he were the predator and I his prey. And in reality, wasn't it exactly like that? "I will find out," he threatened in a low, dangerous growl. "And I will make you pay. But for now…" He planted his boot in the centre of my back and sent me sprawling.

(I will personally fight Angelo. And by personally I mean Romeo will.)

“You’re getting glasses, Montague.” Mercutio snapped at me, sticking up his middle finger afterwards.

“Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?” I hissed back with a surprising amount of vigor. Mercutio and I stared at each other for almost a full minute.

“What the fuck was that?” Mercutio asked me, narrowing his eyes in confusion. I gave him a baffled shrug.

“I think I’m on too many painkillers, dude.” I mumbled, suspiciously glaring at the tubes in my arm. Mercutio nodded in agreement, and we lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.

(XD)

By the time Angelo was finished with me, I was curled into a tight, trembling ball on the kitchen floor. A whimper of pain slipped out from between my lips, which were pressed into a thin line, causing Angelo to crouch down and lean close to my ear.

"What do you say?" he whispered, though he might as well have been screaming. I squeezed my eyes shut to block the constant flow of tears, but they continued to trickle down my cheeks, which were decorated with a new set of bruises.
"I'm—I'm sorry—"
"Good girl."

“I’m getting you the nerdiest glasses I can find. You know those thick frame square ones?” Mercutio was in his glory while I glared furiously at him from my hospital bed.

“You will not.” I grumbled, pouting and crossing my arms.

“Pout doesn’t work on me dumbass. Especially not right now.” I laid down, ignoring him and covering my face with a pillow. “Don’t be a wuss, Romeo!” He sounded gleeful at the thought of ruining me like this.

((I’m going to scream omg Juliet doesn’t deserve this))

September had begun to fade into October, taking with it the sweltering sun and humidity-choked air. It was still pleasant out, but clouds could now be seen streaking across the faded sky, and a subtle chill had begun to set in every night.

It had been three days since my father's major attack on me, and I still hadn't fully recovered, further proving how weak I was. My hands still trembled when I tried to hold a pencil, my voice remained a notch quieter than usual, and large bruises continued to decorate my face, visible despite the thick layer of makeup I now wore daily.

The first thing I did when I arrived at school was sit with my back to the wall and take out my notebook—the one with my notes and plans for drama. Communicating through text, Romeo and I had managed to hash out a rough plotline and finish fleshing out our characters, only this time, I'd been careful to keep the conversation strictly on the project.

Life had sucked lately. After the Juliet abruptly left our conversation the day I wound up in the hospital, she’d been cold with me. I knew it was my fault, and I felt terrible about it. It only took three days for my father to practically kidnap me and drag my sorry ass home. I’d been yelled at, hit a few more times, and banished to my room for awhile. And finally, sent off to school again. My black eye had stopped swelling, and the bruise on my jaw had faded. However, now there was a scar running down from the left side of my head, down to the bottom of my left ear from where I’d been hit, and another by my ribs, where the surgery had taken place.

I ached. All the time. Everywhere. It was awful. And Juliet’s harsh treatment made it all worse. Mercutio had gotten his way, and I now had glasses perched on my crooked nose. They weren’t as dorky as I expected. Rectangular and black with thin frames that stopped me from squinted like an idiot all the time. I hadn’t told Juliet that I’d be in yet, hoping to surprise her. The cast on my arm was white, and I was praying I could convince her to draw on it. But to be honest, I looked different. My hair started getting a bit shaggy, since I hadn’t gotten my hair cut for awhile. I don’t quite carry myself the way I used to either. Less confidence in my stride. All affixed on the stupid ass glasses on my face.

I walked up to my locker, struggling to remember my combination. Today was probably going to be terrible.