mercutio edwin prynce

[MERCUTIO EDWIN PRYNCE]

mercutio edwin prince !

romeo and juliet

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hey howdy hey! this is barnes and i'm 19 years old. i've been roleplaying for like, a kazillion years and i've loved every minute of it. at the moment i play myself? and i love all of them. if i'm not around, catch me on pm or ask jamie and she'll find me and i should respond. so yeah, peace!

The sound of soft mumbling was the only audible noise in the street, the culprit being the young man in on the sidewalk, hands resting on the soft material of his jeans. His leather jacket hung open to reveal the black vest which was tight across his chest. Mercutio's head was bowed, the telltale white cables of his ipod headphones disappeared into the fuzz of soft hair that framed his kohl rimmed eyes. Shifting the messenger bag on his shoulder to a more comfortable position, brow furrowed as he hummed part of the song he listened to.

The town was quiet, his footsteps being the only noise as they echoed the streets, then again, it usually was on a Thursday morning when everyone was in bed - which was where he was supposed to be too - but, honestly, walking about at dawn was relaxing and, the city was pretty when a low fog hung over the streets and a dampness from the rain the night before still hung in the air. In all honesty, Mercutio was on the alert for any wayward Capulet's looking for a fight - sometimes he despaired over being Romeo's friend. He neever understood why everyone had to fight. Shouldn't we all be living the now or for tomorrow or some shit like that? It wasn't like they were from the Middle East or other countries that farmed suicide bombers.

Bomb Farms? That...was actually quite a good thought. Pens of Suicide Bombers who are reared before being let loose. Mercutio glanced up and down the street, he'd best not say that too loud - who knows who might get ideas. He'd bash their head in with a well aimed rock. He'd been practising, a few of the younger Capulet's he'd run into had bright red marks on their foreheads from his well aimed rock. He only brought out his gun when neccessity called for it. With all his prejudices against the Capulet's, it made Mercutio out to be some sort of timid Nazi. Je hated them, but not enough to cause mass genocide over it.

Finally reaching the backstreet leading onto the beach, he shouldered open the gate and shuffled through; ignoring anyone else who may be lurking in the shadows. Sniffling, he chewed on his thumb nail, eyes watching the ground intensely.

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