Dramatic Monologue

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

"A lot of your men are dead my dear Count. Don't worry I assure you that when this army reach the Southern Isles, there will be very few of your men in it. We will need to make a lot of rearguard actions to protect our retreat and that means a lot of casualties."

"Ha," one slurs out, "you think that's something? Wait to y'all hear this." He raises the mug to his grimy face before continuing with a rude burp. "So, I just got finished havin' a tiff with some busty farmer's daughter, a real dairy cow, and I find that wraiths have flooded into the field. The specters start to come after me, but I wasn't intendin' to let 'em get ta' me. Drawin' my blade I strike at the baddies, shredding

The mission directors chose a ship full of queers, so we didn't spend every last minute agonizing about the family we left back on the Blue Marble. They wanted a crew of men who loved each other and desired each other's company, so that we could be happy where we were. And for the most part it worked.

Heeled boots clicked against the hard wooden floor, taking a halt in the center of this rugged and filthy bar. Her dark blue eyes surveyed the room with contempt coating her face; a bunch of unsightly ruffians and brutes littered the premises.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

Dark Place – JEFFREY: Does it matter to you that I am going mad? Not sure I can go away and reflect on it. Not sure I can get through my own madness.

“If you can be our slave for a sum of five winters you may have the sword”

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

Gemma made an angry noise in the back of her throat, and glanced down at the man in her arms. "Sir... and I mean this in the most respectful way, but really, this man has just been run though by a foot long jagged... arm... sword.... thing... after battling a dragon and an entire army of orcs, and he's got maybe twenty minutes to live. For fucks sake, don't ask questions, just grab his goddamn feet!"

The camera all static, black and white shows a picture of a girl tied to a chair with a black sack on her head as she weeps for help, with the one light over head of the girl the shadows where harder to make out any figures or toys as the host would call them. Music starts to play as a young man walks out from the shadows with a whip in hand and toys with the girl’s legs as he walks around her. The sounds of the whip as he smacked it on her where loud but covered under the music. Blood and sweat all over the floor as the title played out for the credits of the show “See things my way and enjoy” as the screen went into static…. I stood there as the girl was huffing and puffing.

James desperately stretches his hand toward them. The Guardian ambles along toward him. He grabs one, throws it at her.

I decide to make my move as soon as the men seem focused on rifling through the luggage on the