R&G fic here for storage. Read if you wanna...
Sept 7, 2004 11:49:28 GMT -5
Post by Indy on a roll on Sept 7, 2004 11:49:28 GMT -5
(It's a continuation of the movie "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" starring Gary Oldman (R), Tim Roth (G) and Richard Dryfuss (The Player). Might not make alot of since if you haven't read the play (R&G are Dead or HAmlet) or seen the movie, which is brillent. I'm watching it again and wrote more, but I thought I better type what I got up first! And I only got 40 mintes to do so!)
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They didn't know how it came about. They couldn't remember it. They couldn't remember how they got there. Except there they were. And alive. Or were they?
The two men walked out of the alley they had woken up in, finding themselves in a market square. They looked to each other. What should they do? The dark haired one shrugged and turned his gaze to the crowd. The blonde frowned, also looking to the square, thinking. They needed answers now. They had plenty of questions.
"You!" Guildenstern shouted, pointing at the man walking to a fruit stand. "You killed us!"
The Player turned, an apple in hand looking to the pair. 'Me?' he mouthed pointing to himself. Guildenstern let out a growl and grabbed Rosencrantz's shirt dragging him along.
"Yes, you."
"I didn't kill you!" The player waved his hand in dismissle, moving along the carts. Now, poor Rosencrantz was furious, though not entirely sure why. Then, after a moment, when they moved closer to the player a look of realization crossed his features. He ran infront of the player, stopping him.
"Yes you did! You hung us!"
The player shrugged, "I had to."
"Why?" Rosencrantz let out a whine, "What did we do to you?"
"He killed me for one," The player pointed to the scowling blonde, "so the obvious reason would be revenge." Guildenstern opened his mouth to protest, but the player continued, "And secondly... It was written."
"I did not kill you! You tricked me." Guildenstern argued, pointing at the man. The player gazed down at Guildenstern's finger and raised an eyebrow. The figer slowly returned to the side of its owner.
"But, you would have," The player carried on, "had I been foolish enough to carry a real weapon." He walked away from the two.
They followed, Rosencrantz yelling after him, "But you didn't die!"
"No, I didn't. But neither," The player suddenly turned to them, smiling, "did you."
The befuddled men stopped walking.
"Are we dead?" Rosencrantz asked with a look of utter confusion Guilenstern was quite farmillar with.
"How should I know?" Guildenstern replied indignately, "I've never been dead before. And I was never aware of people coming back without being aware of what death was like in the first place." Guildenstern then set off after the player.
Rosencrantz followed, "But supposing we are dead--"
"But we aren't."
"How do you know?"
"Because he said so." Guildenstern pointed to the player, who was inspecting a violin.
"But a moment ago you said 'How should I know? I've never been dead before.' So how are you so sure now?"
"I'm not sure. But he should know, shouldn't he? He killed us." He paused, frowning, "Or didn't." They continued following the player who was paying the seller and moving to the next cart. "We couldn't possibly be dead."
"Why not? Maybe we are." Rosencrantz paused, then spoke again, quickly, verging on panic-y. "Maybe this is our hell! God's punishing us for betraying Hamlet! We've been forced to follow the actor around for all eternity."
"If there is a god, I think he'd be able to serve better punishments then that. So don't start on that religious nonsense."
"You don't belive in an afterlife?"
"Why would you need a life after life? You're dead."
"Then maybe we are dead, but we're stuck here. Have you noticed no one has noticed us?" Rosencrantz looked to the people passing them.
"We're hardly noticed at all."
"Exactly!"
"No, I mean before. So what you're concluding is that we're ghosts." Guildenstern raised an eyebrow, wondering if he were right.
"Naturally."
"Supernaturally."
"What?"
Guildenstern tried catching the eye of one of the passer-bys. "Supernaturally. Ghosts are supernatural. Therefore, if we are indeed ghost, we would be... supernatural."
Rosencrantz frowned in anger, not confusion. "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Correct me!"
"Because you're always wrong." Guildenstern gave up with the passing townfolk.
"Well, what if I wasn't?"
"Then I wouldn't." Guildenstern gave him a disapproving look. He hated having to state the painfully obvious. He grabbed Rosencrantz's arm, pulling him along after the player, who was in motion once more.
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They didn't know how it came about. They couldn't remember it. They couldn't remember how they got there. Except there they were. And alive. Or were they?
The two men walked out of the alley they had woken up in, finding themselves in a market square. They looked to each other. What should they do? The dark haired one shrugged and turned his gaze to the crowd. The blonde frowned, also looking to the square, thinking. They needed answers now. They had plenty of questions.
"You!" Guildenstern shouted, pointing at the man walking to a fruit stand. "You killed us!"
The Player turned, an apple in hand looking to the pair. 'Me?' he mouthed pointing to himself. Guildenstern let out a growl and grabbed Rosencrantz's shirt dragging him along.
"Yes, you."
"I didn't kill you!" The player waved his hand in dismissle, moving along the carts. Now, poor Rosencrantz was furious, though not entirely sure why. Then, after a moment, when they moved closer to the player a look of realization crossed his features. He ran infront of the player, stopping him.
"Yes you did! You hung us!"
The player shrugged, "I had to."
"Why?" Rosencrantz let out a whine, "What did we do to you?"
"He killed me for one," The player pointed to the scowling blonde, "so the obvious reason would be revenge." Guildenstern opened his mouth to protest, but the player continued, "And secondly... It was written."
"I did not kill you! You tricked me." Guildenstern argued, pointing at the man. The player gazed down at Guildenstern's finger and raised an eyebrow. The figer slowly returned to the side of its owner.
"But, you would have," The player carried on, "had I been foolish enough to carry a real weapon." He walked away from the two.
They followed, Rosencrantz yelling after him, "But you didn't die!"
"No, I didn't. But neither," The player suddenly turned to them, smiling, "did you."
The befuddled men stopped walking.
"Are we dead?" Rosencrantz asked with a look of utter confusion Guilenstern was quite farmillar with.
"How should I know?" Guildenstern replied indignately, "I've never been dead before. And I was never aware of people coming back without being aware of what death was like in the first place." Guildenstern then set off after the player.
Rosencrantz followed, "But supposing we are dead--"
"But we aren't."
"How do you know?"
"Because he said so." Guildenstern pointed to the player, who was inspecting a violin.
"But a moment ago you said 'How should I know? I've never been dead before.' So how are you so sure now?"
"I'm not sure. But he should know, shouldn't he? He killed us." He paused, frowning, "Or didn't." They continued following the player who was paying the seller and moving to the next cart. "We couldn't possibly be dead."
"Why not? Maybe we are." Rosencrantz paused, then spoke again, quickly, verging on panic-y. "Maybe this is our hell! God's punishing us for betraying Hamlet! We've been forced to follow the actor around for all eternity."
"If there is a god, I think he'd be able to serve better punishments then that. So don't start on that religious nonsense."
"You don't belive in an afterlife?"
"Why would you need a life after life? You're dead."
"Then maybe we are dead, but we're stuck here. Have you noticed no one has noticed us?" Rosencrantz looked to the people passing them.
"We're hardly noticed at all."
"Exactly!"
"No, I mean before. So what you're concluding is that we're ghosts." Guildenstern raised an eyebrow, wondering if he were right.
"Naturally."
"Supernaturally."
"What?"
Guildenstern tried catching the eye of one of the passer-bys. "Supernaturally. Ghosts are supernatural. Therefore, if we are indeed ghost, we would be... supernatural."
Rosencrantz frowned in anger, not confusion. "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Correct me!"
"Because you're always wrong." Guildenstern gave up with the passing townfolk.
"Well, what if I wasn't?"
"Then I wouldn't." Guildenstern gave him a disapproving look. He hated having to state the painfully obvious. He grabbed Rosencrantz's arm, pulling him along after the player, who was in motion once more.