Dramatic Monologue

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.

So uh.... for some reason everyone used a different size for the collab... so I ended up messing around trying to fix the sizes and crap... Oh god. I don't actually know what the original size was so sorry if its a bit off... (Also, Kanji was really blurry... like really blurry... so I tried to sharpen him ._. sorry...

"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."

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

"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

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.

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.

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.

“Okay I may have met the man before.” he joked, struggling to chuckle with the sharp piece of metal digging into his flesh. Without a word, the ebony haired woman directed him towards the front of the bar. As they trod, the man’s lips parted, “Hun, mind telling me who order this bounty on me?” halting where they stood, she dragged the blade along his

“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.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

That night I didn’t know what lied ahead for me, I just wanted to clear my head from the tragedy that was left for me.  The one thing I can’t decided is which took the bigger toll on me the physical damages or the mental.  Here we will jump in to the horrific things that have happened to me. You may not believe a single word I utter. I tell you this really did happen, this story is true, and I’m not insane.  Let me introduce myself before we get into the story.  I am Izzy Hallis.

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

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