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[HAMLET APOLLO DENMARK]

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!”

[CHANDLER DREW WILLIAM.]

I KNOW THIS IS WRONG.
but it just feels so right to stay in your arms,

- - - chandler stirred lightly as the sounds of her mother's voice echoed through her room. she knew she shouldn't be asleep at this time of the day, but she had spent the whole night with a bunch of people she wasn't supposed to be friends with, a couple of montagues. she didn't mind hanging out with them, even though there was a sinking feeling that one of them could have killed her brother, but in all reality, she didn't care, the person who killed him was responsible, not the whole of the montague gang. when the person who was responsible came forward, she would be sure to murder that person with her own hands, before then, she would continue being herself. her mother was once again complaining about how she never got up and went out to get herself a boyfriend, although she knew who her mother wanted her to marry and that was tybalt capulet. her mother also had another person in mind which was hamlet, but that was a bad plan considering he was in love with ophelia, that and the fact he was meant to marry her, disrupting that would just cause so much more trouble than it would be worth right about now.

- - - her mother proceeded to throw clothes on her bed, making her slowly get up and look at the clothes, making sure she didn't knock them on the floor or that they were clothes she didn't want to wear. she sighed deeply and watched the clothes, the puffy skirt she wore when her mother wanted her to look good. her mother stormed out of the room and left her with the clothes on her bed. with a loud groan, the little english girl pulled herself up, getting out of bed and looked at the clothes. she couldn't believe her mother was dressing her, how old was she; eight!? no, she was eighteen and she was enjoying being this age while it lasted. she was dreading getting any older because that meant settling down with someone she didn't love, but it gained the family something. she knew her mother wanted her to marry a capulet and her father didn't particularly care as long as it was something that would bring them something and make sure it wasn't a montague. heaven forbid if she married a montague, which sucked for her. shaking her head lightly, she pulled herself out of her sleepy dream world and began to dress herself. of course, she changed her underwear, then on went the blue blouse, something that looked quite smart, on went the tights, then the skirt in which she tucked the blouse into.

- - - glancing in the mirror, she sighed lightly. she wasn't one who felt she was amazingly beautiful and she didn't particularly like looking the mirror, but this was her and she could deal. she shrugged to herself lightly and turned her attention back to the mirror. she knew her mother wouldn't let her out of the house unless she was wearing make up, so she decided it would be best. she quickly put on the liquid eyeliner, some eyeshadow and a little bit of lipstick. she nodded, she looked good, well, in her mother's eyes anyway. she grabbed her pink converse and put them on and laced them with pretty good speed. she then glanced through her wardrobe and grabbed her military jacket and smiled lightly as she grabbed it out and put it on, wrapping it around her skinny frame and then made her way out of the bedroom, down the stairs and to the door, where she was stopped for a moment before her mother looked over her and nodded with a grin, as if to tell her it was fine she could go out like that. rolling her eyes slightly, the little one left the house.

- - - now out in the world, she had to decide where to go, that would most likely either be the park or sycamore grove. yes, she was a capulet who hid in sycamore grove every so often, but that was because few of her friends were montagues, shh. she finally arrived in the park, mentally deciding against seeing montagues because it was still daylight. people were scattering, trying to avoid a certain spot. she carefully walked towards the source of the noise, instantly recognising the sound as hamlet's. she sighed deeply and looked up. "hamlet?" she called up, trying to get his attention first. she chuckled slightly, he was strange, but sometimes he could be so amazing and she loved him, a lot, but she couldn't. "dearest hamlet, why do you sit in the tree, singing loudly and scaring off the people of verona?" she said, still chuckling slightly. she would climb the tree, but she wasn't a girly girl and she really wasn't athletic, she was as clumsy as hell.

once upon a time, dearest chandler went for a walk and ended up on the fair grounds of central park where she encountered hamlet, a fair friend. it took her around eight hundred and eight to finally finish what she had to say to him. she was wearing the most darling outfit which she dressed in to impress him. she knew this day was going to be fun but she could only thank jamie for the graphics and lyrics. all there is to say now is; these two are gonna be fun!

[HAMLET APOLLO DENMARK]

Of course, throwing the cake at the Montague's probably hadn't been one of the his wisest choices in life - not that he cared, because he was trying to, purposely, make people believe that he was insane - but it hadn't been one of the worst ideas, either. Hamlet had brought the cake from a bakery earlier; with the intentions of eating it; either himself of with the accompaniement of Chandler, or possibly Ophelia. However, the overwhelming urge to throw said cake at said Montague's had been on a whim - and a rather desirable one at that. He had more or less thrown away his safety for the remainder of the day. All to satisfy a silly, whimsical desire. Let them eat cake, indeed. Hamlet was extraordinarily lucky that the men had been too engrossed in trying to get the cake out of their eyes, than to see where he had run off to, to hide from them. The twenty four year old watched as the men stalked off angrily. A smirk crossed his face, creasing his brow with silent laughter as he continued to watch them disappear into the silent sound. He would have roared with laughter if he hadn't suddenly been fixated with the overwhelming urge to start singing a song about feeling pretty to further prove his insanity to the poor people of fair verona.

The tree was actually rather comfortable, Hamlet had decided. He'd stooped down on the branch a little more so that he could see the whole world - well, not the whole world, but what he wanted to see of it from his position. A huge grin was plastered across his features and the overwhelming desire to laugh manically was pressing him further and further, so much so that he ended up stifling a fit of giggles as he watched a rather familiar figure head up the path and to the tree where he was supposed to be hiding. A slender finger was pressed against his lips as he stifled the giggles more - failing, of course - and tried to work out if it would be wise to come down from his hiding place or not. Hamlet wasn't sure if the Montague's were truly gone or if they had hidden themselves away to wait for him to come out of his hiding place and then give him a good beating.

"I am not scaring them off, my dear. They're simply afraid of my singing; I have such a terrible voice." Hamlet peered through the branches of the tree to see Chandler standing there in all her puffy skirt glory. "Hello puffy, how are you today?" He asked with a malicious grin as he swung his legs over the high branch and dangled down dangerously with only his fingers gripping the very thick branch. He swung himself back and forth like a small monkey would do, before deliberately letting go and falling to the ground rather ungracefully. Oh yeah, he was definitely a child at heart - you'd be a fool to not realise that. "I was hiding, before you say a thing. I threw some cake at some Montague's and I thought they looked hungry, and then I was afraid that they might try to eat me, so I ran away and hid in the tree. Pretty good hiding place if I do say so myself." There was a smug look across his face as he picked himself up off of the ground and started to dust himself off. "But what brings a fair maiden such as yourself out here on such a terrible day as this, my dear?" And sometimes he didn't make a lot of sense

[CHANDLER DREW WILLIAM.]

I KNOW THIS IS WRONG.
but it just feels so right to stay in your arms,

- - - it was certainly a weird relationship these two had. hamlet was currently insane, but he wasn't really, he was pretending, but she didn't know that at the moment. she knew that hamlet was insane and that he was slowly losing his mind. maybe it was his fault for being this way and she had to looked after him because she was that kind of friend. when she found out he was sane, it might be a different story, let's face it, wouldn't you feel a little used after pouring your heart and soul in keeping a friendship because you felt sorry for the guy. in some ways, she knew that if he was a little more normal, she could be able to let him go, and maybe in reality he was the only thing keeping her from denouncing her status with the capulet and running away to the montagues. no that was a lie because she still had rosaline and juliet and other people like that she really cared about. she was in a bit of a sticky situation befriending montagues, but what more could she do, she was in too deep and she had become very attached to some of those guys. she knew she had put herself in a stupid situation and that if she did this any more, she was just going to see what happened.

- - - grinning slightly, she glanced up at her dearest hamlet before quickly looking down at her converse with a little smile, the little pathway stones underneath her. she liked the different colours they came in, they definitely made pathways a little prettier. she was a strange one, but hey, i guess that's why she had so many friends and the reason it was so easy for her to get on with someone who is warring with her family, well, not her family, but someone like her family. her attention turned back up to hamlet as he started to talk. she smiled lightly and shook her head. "oh why hamlet, you have such a beautiful voice!" she exclaimed with a little grin. she knew because she had heard him singing while she played piano, the two could be a little bit of a duo sometimes and because she didn't tell anyone that she performed, people always told her she should, if they just visited electric and realised she was the one singing in french occasionally, mainly singing in english though, with a small mask to cover half her face and also part of her act as filles amour garçons but no one noticed. not that she was complaining, she hated people listening to her sing. she didn't want to think about it right now, no instead, she would concentrate on hamlet.

- - - as he spoke again, she was about to reply when she was interrupted by him jumping from the tree. chandler watched him carefully, wondering if he was going to be okay. he fell a little ungracefully, something she thought would lead to him being hurt, but he seemed fine. "oh hamlet," she said with a small chuckle as she shook her head lightly. "you have to start leaving the montagues alone or they will one day hurt you a lot worse than you think," she said, trying to stop the wobble in her voice and the slight worry on the inside that it might have been a montague who killed her own brother, she needed to stop thinking about that. hamlet was on his feet and chandler forced a smile, a pretty good one at that as she grinned up at him. "i'm fine, and i was drawn here because today is a beautiful day in all reality and i had nothing better to do but rot in the home i was born," she said with a little smile, it was true and she really did hate her home some times. "and how are you today?" she asked him, still smiling as she watched him carefully. she hoped that he was okay, and if he wasn't, that she could help him feel good.

once upon a time, dearest chandler went for a walk and ended up on the fair grounds of central park where she encountered hamlet, a fair friend. it took her around six hundred and seventy nine to finally finish what she had to say to him. she was wearing the most darling outfit which she dressed in to impress him. she knew this day was going to be fun but she could only thank jamie for the graphics and lyrics. all there is to say now is; these two are gonna be fun!