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theworlds_stage (theworlds_stage) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2017-05-18 22:53:00

Current mood:	confused
Current music:	"Under The Rose" by HIM
Entry tags:	anastasia treadwell, digger, william shakespeare

Who: William Shakespeare an Anastasia
When: Friday Afternoon
What: Meetings and greetings and finding out truths
Where: Outdoor screening of 'Taming of the Shrew' with Elizabeth Taylor, in the Park

There was one joy in being the most revered author, playwright and poet of the English language, was seeing how much the world rinsed and reused his work for their own modern adaptions. It was also a curse upon him! It was that very intent to keep his work alive that had him too stretched thin to ever create something worthwhile again (until now!). That curse was also what allowed him to draw breath, even on this very night. He wasn't a fool!

With his bag strapped across his chest, and a blanket for the cold night air that may approach, he eyed his seat. He'd seen it from a distance, the perfect spot for viewing. Elizabeth Taylor would always been one of his favorites, with her gorgeous violet eyes and dark hair. He had never thought he'd see his Katherine so perfectly portrayed as that beautiful, violent angel. Liz had been quite divine.

He stalked over to his seat and found it taken! Oh the horror! He stood there for what felt like ten agonizing years just staring down at the being that had decided to steal such a perfect seat!

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literaryfluke
2017-05-19 02:33 pm UTC (link)

Even with how busy the city could get, Anastasia was glad that there were still events that allowed her to slow down. With classes officially finished and grades all updated, she was completely finished with her semester. It always felt so wonderful to be finished, even if she did love teaching. There was only so much she could take before it became exhausting. She could only read so many poorly written papers before she wanted to pull out her hair.

So being able to have a free afternoon to herself without having to worry about grading papers or exams was freeing. She had set out a blanket in the grass, her legs outstretched as she leaned back and waited for the movie to begin.

At first she ignored whoever it was that had decided to stop right next to her and simply stand there. But after several seconds she felt like there were eyes watching her, so she turned just enough to look up. "Oh!" she sat, crossing her legs in the process. "Hello, Professor Stratford," she said with a smile. "Have you come to watch The Taming of the Shrew, or are you just passing through?"

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theworlds_stage
2017-05-19 04:45 pm UTC (link)

She was such a friendly and familiar little thing. He turned to look at her, his expression changing from annoyed to pleased. "Anastasia," it was such a luxurious name. It had power! Presence! "I have come my dear to watch this amazing rendition. Who does not adore the late Elizabeth?" He pointed down to her blanket. "This was to be my seat, but I fear it's been taken. I shan't take it from you." He was hoping the girl would offer him the other half of the blanket.

	theworlds_stage 2017-05-19 05:13 pm UTC (link)
	"Only if you insist," and he did just that, taking a seat and put his own blanket to the side. If it got cold, he'd obviously make good use of it. He projected his hands out towards the giant screen so far in front of them. "It's perfection. The best seat in the house." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	literaryfluke 2017-05-19 05:21 pm UTC (link)
	Ana motioned for him to sit down just as he did so. He really was rather charismatic and theatrical. She imagined what he was like at home by himself, assuming he lived alone. She realized she didn't know much about him outside of work. She nodded in agreement, "Absolutely. The very reason I chose it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	literaryfluke 2017-05-22 02:11 am UTC (link)
	Anastasia looked at him with concern. "O....k...." she had a sudden urge to get out of there. She tried to recall if he had any mental problems, but she didn't know. At his knowledge of her mothers name she turned more to look at him. She didn't go around telling people her parents names. They deserved privacy. "How do you know my mothers name?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	literaryfluke 2017-07-07 11:20 pm UTC (link)
	"And like that, she slept no more," she responded. "That, sir, is how people get shot. I see someone hanging around who shouldn't, I'm getting my gun." Ana would happily go to prison for protecting herself. "That's an understatement," she frowned. She took another drink, her head now swimming from both drink and the idea of immortals being real. (Reply to this) (Parent)