meme mayhem: empty chair monologue

[gingaginga]

1. Tag in all characters. It is a given they are stranded on a dark stage lit only by one spotlight, with an empty chair. They don't know why they are there.

2. Tag other characters. You may place yourself (ex. Allen) or other objects on the stage . You may even have characters bring it on stage (ex. Mari appears, carrying a new ledger). Your

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[sunsinge]

[wringinglilies]

[an empty bottle rolls towards him, the label half-peeled off. another follows, then another and another.]

[sunsinge]

[Diya stops the first bottle with his foot, rolling it beneath his heel for a moment before he stoops and picks it up.]

I know what you're saying, [he calls into the audience,] 'Too much'. Excessive. Isn't it? [He watches the other bottles roll to a stop near him before he looks up with a cocky half-smile.] Do you think I don't know? Do you think I'm so stupid as to think this won't hurt me? Won't hurt you? Oh, some of you believe that. And I play into it. Every man of twenty believes himself immortal.

[He twirls the bottle in his hands by the neck.] I don't. I know what I'm doing. It feels good. Destruction feels good. Most men know that. Mine is just... well, it's more private, isn't it? And some of you, [he laughs,] even think it's funny. Diya, the town drunk. Hilarious! What will he buy next? If the truth of it wasn't played out behind the scenes, in bed, in an alleyway, hunched over a kitchen table -- I wonder if you'd find it just as funny, or if you really wouldn't care. [He kicks the other bottles off

[wringinglilies]

[merena is sitting off to the side of the stage, crying quietly. a group of girls cross, talking loudly about how hideous her scar is.]

[oculte]

[firstsyzygy]

[the hunter appears on stage, a copy of malleus maleficarum in one hand and a long, curved knife in the other.]

[firstsyzygy]

[her mothers are gathered around a small fire, laughing and smiling. erme as a young girl sits in one of their laps, laughing and pretending to understand the stories they tell.]

[seeingheaven]

[standing at the edge of a precipice, ermesinda looks down a long moment, clearly frightened, before she closes her eyes, breathes deep, and jumps. the landing isn't seen, but clearly heard is the sound of bones breaking]

[tricher]

[firstsyzygy]

[someone from offstage throws an object at Ira's face. it connects, then falls to the ground and rolls a bit. it's a severed finger.]

[tricher]

[He flinches when it hits him and wipes at his face instinctively. When he looks down to see the finger at his feet, he snorts.] Well, now! Haven't seen you in a while.

[Ira bends to snatch it up, twirling the stiff finger between his long, still whole fingers.] Rock hard, [he remarks. His eyes slide to the audience and he turns to them and holds out the finger for display, leaning forward slightly. He smiles.] This? I lost this when I was eight. To be honest... [He straightens up and examines the finger, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb.] Haven't really missed it. You could say, but Ira! [He spreads his arms, eyes widening.] Why ruin poor Cretin if you don't even miss it? Real harsh, isn't it?

[His smile settles into something cold.] It's not about the finger, [he hisses.] Got nine more, don't I? And who's gonna miss the little one? It don't do nothing anyhow. But pride - that's worth something. That's worth a lot. Cretin, he caught me. Me, eight year old little me! And he drags me into his wagon

[homagedue]

[ira and silence argue in pantomime, ira pleading, silence studying him. without warning, silence slits ira's throat.]

[thanthou]

[wringinglilies]

[ishmael's body lies on the stage, his torso practically covered in stab wounds.]

[wringinglilies]

[katrin's late husband is reading a book to three children, two girls and a boy aged from 11 to 3.]

[wringinglilies]

[sevda is practicing with her foil, stabbing and shouting and obviously enjoying herself. arman watches her from a distance, a haunted look in his eyes.]

[sunsetshift]

[wringinglilies]

[every person cristo has killed lies in a pile near the center of the stage. all their eyes are on him.]

[wringinglilies]

[jack as a wolf runs in. he yips playfully, darting forward on his front paws, waiting for cristo to join him.]

[wringinglilies]

[sena waves a sprig of wolfsbane at him. she smirks.]