Bibliomania: An RP (members of the Bibliomaniac Army only)

[kimmy1479]

~Scipio~

He was angry now. How dare this man order him around? He was the Thief Lord! "Listen here Capulet, I am the Thief Lord! Born and raised in Venice, and you will be wise not to challenge me!" he said in Italian. He loathed being ordered around, especielly because of his age. He could take on this challenger, though he wished Ricco where here to help him.

[smileyranger]

((@wildmagic Father Perigrine. His post was on page 6 i think...))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Oh. Well, he was speaking to the Silvertongue, and that's not my character. I wasn't even aware that he had fallen out of his book ^^;]

|Tybalt Capulet|

Tybalt watched the boy for a moment after he had finished speaking, and then began to laugh. His whole body shook with laughter, and he put a hand to his ribs as though they ached with it. Then, as his laughter subsided, he told the boy that no thief could be a Lord, because thieves were villains and scoundrels. He made it clear that the boy should stop pretending to be somebody he was not, and grow up. Learn how to be a swordsman, he said, and do something real with his life, instead of playing silly games.

[.jabberwocky]

((oh.. my gosh. ya'll RP FAST! xD What did I miss?))

[wickedwolfgirl]

((Done. Forgive the terrible forms. Excalibur stole my muse.))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

((oh.. my gosh. ya'll RP FAST! xD What did I miss?))

[Oh, you might want to read it yourself ^^; I don't think a recap can cover everything.]

[smileyranger]

((@wildmagic.. lol. sorry! xD ))

[kimmy1479]

~Scipio~

Scipio was boiling with anger now. How dare this man laugh at him, accuse him of lying, dishonor his title, and disregard him entirely? "I am Lord of Thieves, the best you'll ever see. And I am no scoundral or villian, for what I do is for thoughs who need what I steal. How many golden untensils, plates, and goblets do you have, and never use? And probally would never miss? And how many starving orohans wander the streets of Venice with no food or shelter? Tell me then who is he villian."

[Wildmagic_warrior]

|Tybalt Capulet|

Now, the boy was not the only angry one. Tybalt turned to him and snarled angrily, telling the boy that his family was nothing to be scoffed at, or insulted, and anyone who did so was no better than a flea-ridden Montague. He told that boy that, although there were orphans in Verona, at least they did not brag about their thieving. They were smarter than that- and obviously, the boy was not. Tybalt made sure that this came across it his angry words. He made sure that the boy knew exactly how stupid he was, for bragging about what he stole. Tybalt almost shouted at him things he would rather not shout before a crowd of people, but luckily he caught his temper before he told the boy how he had defied his rich family by taking a merchant girl's hand in marriage, without their consent. Then, with a smirk and another laugh, he informed the boy of exactly how little he knew of the Capulets, because neither Tybalt nor anyone in his family had ever eaten off or with gold. It bends and breaks too easily in the heat of Verona, he told the boy. It is not practical!

[.jabberwocky]

~Stella~
The noise. The stage. The crowd cheering as Lemonade Mouth walked into the flashing lights.
This is the life Stella had grown accustomed to these past few months.
She found her electric ukalale waiting for her on stage, and carressing its smooth wood with a finger held it in a playing position.
She flashed Olivia a supportive smile, knowing how much she had been stressing over this- but who could blame her?
They were performing at Madison Square Garden.
She met eyes with all the members of the band, one by one- Charlie, holding his drumsticks so tightly it looked as if he thought someone was going to take them away; Wen, fingering his trumpet nervously; Mo, confidently holding the bow to her bass; and Olivia, holding the microphone in a loose grip with both hands, timidly approaching the center of the stage.
These were her best friends. They could do this.
She lifted her arm to begin the first cord to Skinny Nancy-
BOOM.
She was falling through space, everywhere and nowhere at the same time, senses colliding with each other until she found herself slamming onto cold cobblestones, the chill of the night greeting her like a slap to the face. She groaned, and pushing herself slowly off the ground with her fists wondered where on earth she was. A small crowd of people seemed to be gathering over there- Was this some kind of sick joke?! She marched over to the oddly dressed group, still holding her ukalale and donned in her combat boots/leather jacket combo, and screamed "WHAT ON EARTH JUST HAPPENED?!"