Such Roleplay!

[JohnSins]

*Bans Cath for spam* 

[W1LL]

Me thinks the caths gone a bit mad

[Fernins]

Cath is most likely drunk. Well, what now? *looks intrigued by the lurking figure*

[Cath]

*drowns in a glass of water*

[W1LL]

*jumps in to try and save Cath*

[Cath]

*stands in front of the glass, looking at Will who jumped on a glass of water* What....?

[GuyByThePond]

(09-09-2017, 10:31 PM)Cath Wrote: To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins rememb'red.

(taking Cath's hand to help her out of the glass)
 If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

[Cath]

*glancing at Guy* Whatcha talkin' 'bout?

[Fernins]

Oh would you look at that? Now this as turned into some kind of soap opera *speaks some gibberish words, making a pack of chips, popcorn and some drinks appear, seating back on a couch*

[W1LL]

(09-14-2017, 07:16 AM)Cath Wrote: *stands in front of the glass, looking at Will who jumped on a glass of water* What....?

Shhh I had a few to many drinks <.<.... >.>...... <.<