Disclaimer: To us not!

Side note: Sorry if it's kinda short but do you realize how much everyone goes on and on and on in the script. Hehehehe…we still followed the scripts…um…for the most part. Might have added a character where they didn't go before.

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PROLOGUE

Blue Persuasion: Um…Think we can just skip this?

Blue's Brother: Don't see why not. Pretty much tells everyone what they already know.

Cliff: Oh shucks! I was sure you guys would let me do the recap.

-Both Blue Persuasion and Brother sweatdrop-

Blue Persuasion: Maybe we should just skip to Act III Scene I.

-Cliff sweatdrops and runs away-

-Blue and her brother high five-

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CAST (in order of appearance) Shakespeare characters – SO:TTEOT characters

Romeo – Albel

Benvolio – Shelby

Mercutio – Cliff

Tybalt - Fayt

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ACT II. SCENE I.

Enter Albel, Cliff, and Shelby

Albel glanced at his two companions. "Ever seen a rodeo clown do the Electric Slide?"

Shelby looked at Cliff. "What's a rodeo clown?"

Cliff looked at Shelby. "What's the Electric Slide?"

Albel took the momentary confusion between the two and jumped the nearby wall to the castle.

Albel smirked at his smooth get-a-way. "Sorry guys, but I can't leave now. Not when my blood lust is here."

Shelby looked around, searching for Albel. "Yo, cousin! Albel?"

"No worries," Cliff said patting Shelby on the back. "I'm sure he went to find the rodeo clowns."

Shelby shook his head. "Naw, I'm sure he jumped the wall. Probably to get away from you." Shelby breathed the last part under his breath.

Cliff chuckled. "Jumped the wall? Nay, he is but strolling somewhere to clear his head. He is lost in his happy solitude. For a man on the edge of maddening fluff, he is but a pawn in the hands of fate. He does what he wishes with no concern for what might befall him and in turn FREAKS ME OUT! I tell you this, only good can come from lack of his unpredictable and creepy ways."

"Cliff, keep your voice down! Should he hear you then surly death will follow. Do you forget what he did to you that time you stepped on his kitten's tail?"

Fayt walked by the two, his head hung. His expression was blank.

Cliff grabbed his shoulder. "Yo Fayt. What's wrong?"

Fayt looked at him. "T-t-the gar-r-rden," he stuttered. "Even the elephants won't venture into such a scene. Oh Adray, how could you?"

"Huh?" Cliff scratched his head. "What'd he do this time?"

Fayt swallowed and shook his head. "It's not what…it's just the Queen…I'll have nightmares for a whole month!"

Shelby gasped. "You're not saying that Adray and the Queen…"

Fayt nodded.

"Well," Cliff chimed in. "It's all a natural process. You see when two people like each other then they start to, well you know, they really get to know each other and then one thing leads to another and before you know it…"

"Cliff!" Shelby yelled. "Let us not dwell on such with Albel missing."

"Huh? Albel's missing?" Fayt asked.

"Yeah, and when he hears what Cliff just said then we won't have to worry about anymore of his never-ending speeches."

"Oh please! He's as gentle as a babe fresh from the womb. He's no more then…"

"Cliff! Please give your mouth a chance to rest! Besides, I know him well and he is hearing us speak now. Come, let's leave him to his own." Shelby glared at Cliff.

"Oh, I always love a good game of hide-n-seek!"

Both Fayt and Shelby smacked their foreheads.

Shelby rolled his eyes. Morons, he was surrounded by morons. "Go on and look, but you won't find him…you know what they say about blondes…"

"Huh, what do they say?"

Shelby and Fayt walked away leaving Cliff to ponder. The internal monolog in Cliff's head would keep him in that very spot for hours on end trying to figure out exactly what it is they say about blondes.

End ACT II, SCENE I.

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CAST (in order of appearance) Shakespeare characters – SO:TTEOT characters

Romeo – Albel

Juliet – Nel

Nurse – Peppita

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ACT II. SCENE II.

Enter Albel

Albel strolls away from the wall and toward the castle. "Cliff, that fool, when I get back to Airyglyph he's…"

Enter Nel

His words were cut short by the flicker. He turned to see a balcony. On the balcony was none other then the Aquarian with the red hair. Albel smirked as he watched her practice her swings. The daggers she wielded as if they were an extension of her own arm.

"But soft! What flesh through yonder daydreams does break. It is for me to slice, Nel the victim. Come and meet my blade, for it grows envious for your blood. Oh that I might…"

Nel put her daggers away and moved to the edge of the balcony. She rested her chin on her hand and blew the hair from her face. Her lips moved in a monolog, but no sound was issued.

"She speaks yet she says nothing: is she more unstable then I? If she does so speak freely, then she has nothing in which to say. Ah, but her eyes…they do so sparkle, a gleam, a lust I share. And she leans her cheek upon her hand in such of no cares and boredom. A boredom I share. If only that I were close so I might stain that cheek!"

"Dang it all!" Nel's voice intruded Albels whispering monolog.

"Finally, word for the movement of mouth." Albel smirked and moved closer.

"O Albel, Albel! Wherefore are you Albel? Deny the Ruler's threats…or, if you wilt not, be but sworn my enemy, and I'll no longer allow you breath."

Albel chuckled under his breath. "What fire! Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"

Nel started to make lazy circles on the balcony ledge with her finger. "'Tis but your name that is my enemy…but that is all I need. In fact, I think it would be fun to carve your heart out even if you were not from Airygliph. O, be you here and all would be much more interesting! If fate be so sane, come and fight. Take all I will give."

Albel steped out of the shadows. "I take you at your word. Call me but hate, and I'll be happy to release you of your blood supply. Henceforth I will be your sworn enemy."

Nel shot her head up and squinted at the dark figure under her. "Huh? Who the hell are you?"

"Humph, not too bright are you."

"Hey! I know that voice." A smile spread across her face. "Your tongue utters a death wish. Are you not Albel?"

"Well, I'm not the Schizophrenic Strudel of Deranged Marshmallowdom if that's what you're asking."

"Why are you here, Albel? Should any of my kinsmen find you here then they would try and steal my kill!"

"Bah! You talk of things that will never come to pass. I could take them down and still have strength enough to deal with you!"

Nel's smile widened. "Then, do not allow them to see you. I wish for all your energy to partake in the fight I will show."

"Oh? Think you that good?"

"Your talk bores me further."

Albel growled at her. "Then a fight I vow. Do you thus accept?"

"I vowed such before you didst request it." Nel sighed. "But yeah, I accept anyway."

"I, being generous, allow you one chance to withdraw."

Nel leaned over the balcony. "Oh shut it already! This conversation is so long I fear I will grow old before our blades meet."

"Yo Nelly…where'd ya go?" Peppita called from inside her room.

"Oh great! That little pain again. Hey, look Albel, Just sit tight. I'll be rid of her shortly."

Nel left the balcony. Albel listened with great interest at a few blood curdling screams issued from the window above. After the screams quit, Nel leaned over the balcony.

"Look, it's getting late and I have a curfew. Send word tomorrow of when and where you wish to die."

Peppita pulled herself off the floor. "Nelly! You could have just told me you were busy."

"Ah, there's just no end to the demon child is there?"

Peppita resumed her search within the room. "Nelly!"

"By and by!" Nel exclaimed. "To cease tonight will lead to more tomorrow. Now, leave me to my grief." Nel pointed a thumb over her shoulder indicating Peppita (who was walking circles in her room).

Albel watched at Nel left the balcony. More screams followed some very foul language. He closed his eyes, dreaming of a fight long overdue.

"Hey! What are you doing idiot. You going to just stand there all night?"

Albel looked up to see Nel – once again – at the balcony. "You talk wench, but you never yourself follow. Here you are, once again, out here."

"It's my balcony you fool!"

"Stop stealing my lines!"

Nel smirked. "What was that…maggot?"

Albel growled at her. "Should you continue then the Schizophrenic Strudel of Deranged Marshmallowdom will come."

Nel shuddered. She wrapped her arms around herself to block the chill.

"Okay…look, just send word at nine. I'll send Peppita out to retrieve your decision."

Nel left the window. Albel stood and waited, but she never returned. He smirked as he walked away. "The Schizophrenic Strudel of Deranged Marshmallowdom gets 'em every time."

End ACT II, SCENE II.

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Blues Notes: Yes, you hear right - The Schizophrenic Strudel of Deranged Marshmallowdom! For any out there wondering where in the great blunderdom of blunderness I got that, that's the 'pet' name I have for my brother. So yes, it is scr-ee!

Wanted to get this up. The next scene is in production.

Also, I had to update my profile, some things going on here are just getting a little on my nerves…and I'm so glad that it appears my reviewers (for my various fics) are not a part of it. If you want to know what I'm referring too then see the note on my page with the date. And why does it concern me? Well, I'm related to one of the writers in the C2 for a certain 'somewhat unacceptable' couple. Being family, I just get protective. Though I still respect others who don't like fics like that, I respect those who write them because my cousin did receive a death threat and after we blew off steam about it, we laughed. That was a while back...that's all I'll say...

ANYWAY...hope you enjoyed the first two scenes in Act II.