Apoptosis

Four: Four Weeks

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It was a bright day. It's already 15:00 and the sun is evidently shining and giving light to the school grounds. Meanwhile, a group of students could be found beside the school chapel, busy running a very certain business that has to do with their project.

It could be seen that these students are practicing for their upcoming theatre play, a reenactment of the famous Shakespearian tragedy entitled "Romeo and Juliet." Some of them were unoccupied, talking to one another as they are still not needed in the ongoing scenes. The others are busy practicing their lines, mumbling it and talking to the air as if they were on the actual settings. Laughter hung in the air, and people were obviously busy.

On the other hand, another group, a smaller one, is busy practicing one of the first scenes of the play. They were being led by a girl named Richie, a lowkey assigned Assistant Director of the play. The Director, Lee, was busy practicing the other actors of the romantic scenes.

‘Alright guys, move up! Let's resume.’ Richie called, grabbing the attention of her teammates. The said teammates halted whatever they were doing and went to their respective positions. ‘In 3, 2, 1, action!’

Two extras started walking, portraying as the Capulet servants. One of them intentionally bumped into another extra who appears to be working under the Montague family.

‘Do you not choke to see Lord Tybalt bested by a Montague dog?’ one of the Capulet servants spoke, slowly continuing into his path.

The other servant he is with came to an abrupt stop, answering him. ‘Leave it. The quarrel is between our masters.’

From a distance not less than 5 feet, the two Montague servants were eyeing them, listening at how the Capulet servants attempt to mock the family they serve.

The aggresive servant of the Capulets turned to his companion. ‘The quarrel is between our masters and us, their men.’ he countered, throwing a nasty look to the Montague servants and spitting right after.

This triggered the annoyed men of Montague, making them draw their swords immediately. The men of the Capulets took their swords in return, and the four of them engaged into a fight.

Clashing began among the actors as they raise their swords and charged towards the opponent. Hit here, hit there. The students weren't practiced well enough that they can do the fight scene quickly, nonetheless their acting is bearable. The sound of wooden swords resounded as they deliver a blow against each other.

‘Stop! Stop! Put down your sword! You know not what you do.’ Eric, acting as Benvolio, ran into the scene of fighting men, raising his hand holding a sword in the air as if trying to stop them.

Louis, the acting Tybalt, entered the scene and pointed his sword towards Eric, speaking his memorized line. ‘Turn now, Benvolio, and look upon thy death.’

‘Tybalt, I do but keep the peace. Put up your sword or manage it to part these men with me.’ Eric managed to utter while backing off, intently looking at Louis and raising his makeshift sword as a preparation for the following scene to happen.

‘What? Do you draw your sword and talk of peace?’ Louis' chinky eyes tried to squint even more. ‘I hate the word as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee.’ and with that, Louis started to charge towards Eric. He raised his sword and brought it down, clashing it with Eric's. After a few hits, another actor appeared.