General Mayhem [open]

[ROSENCRANTZ RUDO KNUDSON]

(I'll work on claims, siggy, posting borer thingy, ect, after this post)

Rosencratz had just recently arrived in Verona Beach and already he had his first assignment from his boss Claudius. This assignment was very simple and probably given to him just to see how effective he could be in the future and how much he could trust the man. He was told to head to the main office building of the Montague, the ugly one that looks like it hasn’t been renovated in over one hundred years and is about to rust completely over. There around the main office building he was to try to cause some sort of chaos at the front without making it looks like the Capulet’s fault. Nobody was to be obviously harmed. This was a fun assignment for Rosencratz though because it gave him a chance to do what he did best: cause anarchy.

Getting a fold up table and a couple of chairs that he could carry under his arm Rosencratz headed over to the building during the afternoon rush hour traffic of the day while everyone was trying to head back home to their families after a long day of getting yelled at by goons like himself, except that worked for the Montagues. Although in one hand was the fold up chairs and table, in his other hand was hot tea in a very fancy piece of china. The pot was blue and white with a gold tint along the opening at the top and the nozzle as if it was used specifically for important occasions only. The cups has the same fancy blue and white design over it with the rim of the two cups also having the same type of gold rim over them.

Walking down the busy sidewalk in the area of the front entrance to the large building, people seemed to just ignore his random presence of objects as they tried to get home. Then walking up to the busy street as cars zoomed by he waited for the light to change red so there was a break in the street. As the light turned red and no cars passed Rosencratz quickly unfolded the table to sit on the street, rested the teapot and cups on the table, and finally folded out the two chairs on opposite ends. He sat at one end and the other chair remained sitting there open, as if he was waiting for somebody to come by and occupy the vacant seat.

Pouring himself a cup of tea carefully at the same time the light turned green and a motorist in a rush almost drove right into Rosencratz seat before slamming on his breaks and stopping an inch away from him. Rosencratz tried to pretend to not notice any of this but couldn’t help but to giggle at the chaos that started to unfold. The one driver peaked his head out the window and started to yell at Rosencratz, shaking his fist angrily, and other drivers behind him wanting to move as well honked their horns profusely thinking it would make a different and start to clear traffic up. Although one lane was still open, the fact that he occupied one whole lane still caused enough disorder that people were swearing at him and a crowd started to gather and watch in confusion, as if waiting for something to happen. Rosencratz on the other hand ignores all of them and continued to sip on his tea.

[HAMLET APOLLO DENMARK]

"Oh I could hide 'neath the wings, of the bluebird as she sings. The six o'clock alarm would never ring. But six rings and I riiiissssseeee"

Hamlet Apollo Denmark was awake at six o'clock in the morning and up to no good. Well not really up to no good; unless you count the fact that he was in the middle of his uncle's bathroom and getting shaving foam everywhere and not caring? Oh, you do? Well good, it was just one of the many things that he was going to be doing to annoy his uncle further and further until he flipped him over the edge. As if himself being 'insane' wasn't already enough, he was just doing trivial things to further prove it, and it was all Claudius' fault, whether he wanted to believe that or not.

"Wipe the sleet out of my eyes, my shavin' razor's cold and it stiiiiingssssss!"

There was shaving foam everywhere. It covered the floor, the ceiling, the sink, the bath, the shower curtain and even himself - along with the toilet and the bathmat. His uncle wasn't going to like this one bit, but Hamlet had convinced himself that he shouldn't care, didn't want to care. He'd be gone before his evil uncle ever figured out that it was him that had covered his beloved bathroom in his beloved shaving foam.

The razor was clenched between his fingers, knuckles turning white from where he was holding it so tightly. Shaving his face to take away the morning stubble. Ophelia had always said that she preferred his face when it was soft like a baby's bottom, so he was making this effort just for her, even though he knew that he wasn't going to see her today. Well, he wasn't going to make an effort to see her for the day; perhaps he was see her tonight instead.

"OHHHH, CHEER UP, SLEEPY JEAAAAN, OHHH WHAT CAN IT MEAAAAANN..."

Hamlet finished shaving his face and washed off the remaining foam before strolling out of the bathroom as though nothing had ever happened and started on his way to his bedroom, where he quickly changed out of his shorts and t-shirt into a pair of jeans with a white button down shirt and a grey, mans cardigan sweater. He slipped his feet into a pair of lace up Vans and jammed a pair of white sunglasses on his head. Not his usual attire, but he wanted to go out and make a mess; cause some havoc and you know, the usual... so this way people wouldn't really recognise him as Hamlet Denmark; Capulet.

Once dressed he bounced out of his house and made his way down the street. "To a daydream believerrrrrr, and a homecoming Queee-eaahhnnnnnnn." Shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his skinny jeans, Hamlet turned the corner and came face to face with a lot of traffic. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he noticed that his childhood friend; Rosenkrantz, seemed to be the one that was causing this monstrosity. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he made his way over to the older male and sat himself down rather obnoxiously in the empty chair on the opposite side of the fold-up table.

"You once thought of meee as a white knight on a steeeeeed." Without waiting for a merit invitation, Hamlet picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea into the empty cup. He had a feeling that Rosencrantz wouldn't mind one bit; it seemed to Hamlet that his friend was here to cause as much havoc as possible. Afterall; they were in front of the Montague building and both of them were Capulet's.

"Dear brother, are we up to no good?"