A blonde young man steps up to a microphone, looking very somber and dignified
Enjolras: Friends, the present hour in which I am addressing you is a gloomy hour, but these are terrible purchases of the future. A revolution is a toll. Oh! The human race will be delivered, raised up consold! We affirm it on this barrier. Whence should proce-
He is interrupted by a gangly dark man in a green coat
Grantaire: Mon Deiu, Apollo, it's not even ten, and already you are off on various tangents. We're here to anounce a message from Thyra, not collect more maniacs for your causes.
Enjolras: I do not compose flawless speeches for my own good health, winecask.
Grantaire: Of course not, fearless leader. Now where is that message..
He rummages through a pile of cravats, absinth bottles and old speeches
Grantaire: Here we go! *clears throat* Ladies and Jellybeans-
Enjolras: It does not say that! Let me read it.
Grantaire: To hear is to obey, firebrand. *hands it over*
Enjolras: Ladies and Gentlemen. It is our regret to put before you the news of Thyra's inactivity from Gaia until such time as her work allows. She will be unavalible on this site until further notice. For those of you wishing to get it touch with her, you may e-mail her at seven_hyde@yahoo.com or call her.
Grantaire: In other words, she's turning into the two of us more every day.
Enjolras: Perish the thought.
Both men leave, bickering quietly
SCENE
 Storyteller Seven · Fri Dec 23, 2005 @ 02:17pm · 2 Comments |
