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[HAMLET APOLLO DENMARK]

hamlet apollo denmark !

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[/s]; his evil, twisted, manipulative, unguarded, bastard of an uncle who is now his step-father..[/ul]

hey howdy hey! this is titch! and i'm nine hundred and three years old. i've been roleplaying for like, two years and i've loved every minute of it. at the moment i play emilia rose tennant and i love all of them. if i'm not around, catch me on pm; email; msn; or aim and i should respond. so yeah, peace!

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It was spite. Absolute spite.

Hamlet’s uncle was, effectively, intentionally hurting, annoying and upsetting hamlet in the worst ways possible. First, he’d murdered his father – his own brother, and then he’d gone on and married his mother! Now, just to make matters a lot worse, his uncle was now his step-father and he was being spiteful about it all, but that wasn’t all unbeknownst to his darling mother. As a result of hamlet was doing his very best to act hostile towards his uncle – sorry, step-father. A form of angry internal rejection; but not denial (no, hamlet wasn’t going to deny anything) in psychology. Yes, people had started to believe that hamlet was a mad person, bordering on the line of schizophrenic. And why not give them that satisfaction? If they thought he was mad then why not give them a show and allow them to witness first hand that he was a schizophrenic, though clearly he was not. Hamlet, despite his better judgement, knew that people should never judge a book by its cover, but he wanted people to believe that his uncle had driven him to the point of no return. Or, as it is better called – insanity.

Hence, a part of the reason he wanted people to continue believing that he was mad, he was in the middle of the park holding a cake aloft his head and yelling incoherently to people passing him by. He would be the downfall of his uncle’s enterprise the more he continued, and he so very much was looking forward to the day Claudius falls. “YOU SEE BEFORE YOU BUT A HUMBLE GENTLEMAN, UNMARRIED YET SO VERY MUCH IN LOVE...” Hamlet paused and turned his head in the direction of an elderly couple, “YOU THERE! YES YOU! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TIED TOGETHER?” He received no answer from the elderly couple, they bowed their heads and hurried on their way. Hamlet licked his lips and grinned mischievously. “OOOHHH YEESSSS!!!!” He cried, much to the disparagement of the crowd that had gathered to watch him. This was so much fun. He was having way too much fun. Perhaps he should slow down a little? What?! Hamlet stop this madness? Slow down?!

That’ll be the day.

He continued to blabber on about nothing in particular until he saw a couple of Montague’s roaming around the park. An evil grin made them stop in their tracks. Hamlet raised the cake higher and deliberately pointed a bony finger at the two men. “And so says the unguarded Queen of England, may she rest in pieces and the unholy God bless her soul, LET THEM EAT CAKE! AND CAKE THEY SHALL HAVE!” Never were such unwise words spoken from the mouth of a gentleman clearly insane in the membrane. Hamlet jumped off of the park bench and strolled merrily over to the Montague’s. In one quick swoop he chucked the cake at the men and proceeded to run off in such a gay manner that people couldn’t help but stop and stare – a few even laughed. Oh, the life of gaiety...

Skipping. Yes, skipping would be the better word here. Hamlet skipped over to the other side of the park and wrapped his arms around a tree. “Oh, such wonderful nature, I am truly blessed to live in such a place as England. Oh, tree, be kind and helpful; protect me from the woes of unmanly men – let them feast upon the delicious cake and leave me be. Oh tree, please be my saviour in all that is dark and unholy. I worship thee, dearest tree.” His words were spoken in a hushed tone as Hamlet scrambled up the tree and shimmied along the branch, positioning himself out of sight from passer bys and people who would dare to look up, but not so much so that he couldn’t see everything and everyone. Laying himself out on the branch, Hamlet took a leaf and placed it in his mouth, watching the world pass by. Then he began to sing...

“I FEEL PRETTY, OH SO PRETTY. I FEEL PRETTY AND WITTY AND BRIGHT! AND I PITY! ANY GIRL THAT DOESN’T FEEEEEEL TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!”

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