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~~THE PERFORMANCE THREAD~~ **aside** ((action)) %%thought%%
Daniel:
YOUNG JACK:
((Jack considers raiding visiting the High Priestess's trailer to make sure she hasn't stolen off with Ennis again. After a moment he disregards that thought.))
%% Nah, he wouldn' do that. Not after last night. %%
((Jack decides that Ennis must be playing a game of hide and seek with him.))
**Ennis! Ennis! Come out, come out, wherere you are!!**
((Young Jack gets out his lasso again, twirls it around looking for him.))
**Hope you didn' get too drunk last night, Ennis!! Cause me'n'you, we're gonna do somethin' when I catch you. **
Meryl:
** Ah me, such a sweet dream I had of that dear boy. He was awfully kind to see me back to my place. He was even kind to those childish pants of his that got so envious of his party trousers. It was worth ruining my outfit to share such a moment with YOUNG ENNIS. I so wish we didn't have to leave the Mountain, to come down to the real world. They say it's only a movie, but sometimes it feels all too real.... **
Brown Eyes:
-THE SNOW'S PONY- I certainly hope the party's not over! I just got here and was hoping to meet a few other horse/pony/mule types. Am I too late to join in the fun?
Daniel:
--- Quote from: atz75 on July 31, 2006, 10:48:54 pm ----THE SNOW'S PONY- I certainly hope the party's not over! I just got here and was hoping to meet a few other horse/pony/mule types. Am I too late to join in the fun?
--- End quote ---
YOUNG JACK:
**Sorry, little darlin', ya just missed 'em. I'd say let's go find 'em and have a party of our own, but Ennis's gone missin. You ain't seen him, have ya?**
Meryl:
For there came a time in that bright summer when the Mountain turned against Our Boys.
The Wind blew hard, and Hail stung them, and in a night of storm, the Sheep ran away West.
Snow came early, melted quick, but cloud on cloud gathered over the Pacific, looming large...
They packed in their game and headed down and down, and the Mountain sent stones rolling after them.
They drove the Sheep hard, pursued by snow-dark clouds, and the Grass moaned as the Wind passed over it.
They were falling, falling headlong, into the Chasm--the name we now give to that terrible month,
The month of parting, the month passed over for November, the month when death found Jack on a lonely road---
Dark August.
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