Medicine Man ~OPEN

[maddison]

"I don't try to understand your lack of intelligence,

[/color]" Maddison retorted, smirking back with an equally bitter flair. She had already acknowledged the fact that she was potentially the worst kind of person there was (besides perhaps someone like, say, Charles Manson), but for some reason there was sometimes an occasional internal sting that made itself known when someone else pointed it out. A demon though? She thought that was perhaps a little drastic. A little overdramatic really. Or was it? Perhaps it wasn't, she reconsidered. After all, she was certain that she was the monster that some people would potentially tell their kids about before they tucked them in. Pathetic, but true, and she could accept that just as well. At least she could take solace in the fact that she had reason to be the way she was. Even if most of the people that knew her as 'Camp Bitch' had no clue why she acted the way she did-they just assumed she was the devil himself reincarnated. Just with a prettier face. And perfect hair, she smirked slightly to herself, playing with one of the blonde strands absentmindedly as she pulled herself back from her internal ravings.

Setting down the book gently enough on the bed, Maddison glanced up slightly to acknowledge her surroundings. Ugh, too much smiling for her taste. Even the imbecile Rapunzel was grinning like an absolute loser. Though, not such a shocker, considering so far, he had proved to be nothing but a loser. Well, his literary knowledge and his clear talent in acting had impressed her to the smallest extent, but not enough to make up for the rest of his unappealing and utterly annoying personality. Sliding off the bed which she had claimed as her temporary perch, Maddi took a few graceful steps away from Jason, using the eight year old girl's bed frame as her 'balcony' to lean on. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name!" The blonde girl paused, managing with some effort a light blush in her cheeks to reflect the way that Juliet might feel. The lovestruck idiot that she was. Leaning over the railing of the bed, Maddison whispered a few words into the little girl's ear, who automatically turned on a brilliant smiled and piped up with the next few words of the play. However, she did have to glance back at Maddi once or twice to get confirmation on her lines. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet," The girl uttered, giggling through her lines before withdrawing back into her bed and glancing at Maddison as if she was suggesting that she should resume the role of Juliet. Oh and so close to being rid of her part in this Apollo demigod hosted charade.

Whispering a 'good job' to the girl, Maddison sighed quietly. She wondered if the kids would even notice if she went straight into reciting Edgar Allan Poe as opposed to Shakespeare. It would certainly be interesting at the very least, she thought as she resisted the need to smirk to herself. Perhaps that would be too scarring. Of course she wouldn't mind if not for the children present (children and animals being some of the only things which she would openly admit she was a sucker for). "So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself." She sighed again, though this time it was actually intended to fit in with the character's emotions, rather than her personal exasperation. Not that this wasn't somewhat amusing-though she'd rather be damned than admit that, but she was still somewhat stunned and irritated to realize that this idiot had roped her in to a civil activity.




tag ;; jason!
word count ;; 682
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Jason smirked at her comment. What was with her and always putting down his intelligence. What? Did she rank a perfect score on her SAT? He didn't see how someone like her could possibly insult his intelligence. As far as he was concerned they were probably on equal levels, or he surpassed her. He believed more in the latter. Of course, he was biased in thinking concerning that topic. He watched as she played with her hair. She had wonderful hair. Heck, she did look perfect in his opinion. That personality of hers though. If only Jason could smooth it out he would have found himself with the perfect girl in his opinion. Though, that task seemed more and more impossible. She was just so...evil. The villain of camp most likely, even if they were all allies. Even someone within the team had to have more evil intentions. Just look at the allied powers in World War two. Churchill and Roosevelt got along great with equal views. Stalin, however, was also part of the allied powers, yet he had more personal and evil intentions in mind, namely communism. In a way Maddi was the Stalin of camp.

Jason watched as Maddi strolled over to a younger patients bed. He wondered what she was doing, however still listened as she gave the next few lines. He raised an eyebrow when she whispered to the little girl who then gave the next couple of lines. So that was her intention, to try to sneak out of her part. That was low. However, the little girl seemed nervous with being put on the spot. Jason smiled his famous person smile at the little girl. However, he won't deny he was even more happy when she threw the part back at Maddi. He designed it for her, not anyone else. He didn't want to look like a pedophile playing Romeo and Juliet with the younger patients. He had a reputation to keep. Besides, he had promised Maddi that after the completion of this scene she could walk out of the infirmary. Seemed like a fair enough thing to do. He suffered through her crap, she can suffer through his.

Jason smirked as she sighed, sounded more for the character then for her own personal effect. Perhaps that was a good sign. "I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo." Jason said in character with a nice "in-love" voice. He wondered if the children present could even follow what they were saying. The bad thing about Shakespeare is that he wrote in old English, which was a tough thing to follow. It made little to no sense most of the time. "By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word." Jason said as he spewed his next few lines, after Maddis of course. He said a third line, "Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."

outfit: here
words: 602
notes: Giving him more then one line per post, in hopes of not having this drag on forever XD sorry if its a little frustrating. I saw how long the scene was and went O.O This will be a long thread.

[maddison]

Rolling her eyes to herself, Maddison could distinctly tell that Jason was suspicious of her choice to pass off her role. Technically she had no obligation to be here in the first place so if she really wanted to, she could have walked right out the infirmary door. Passing off her part was just a mere reminder to him that she was not amused (even if she might have been amused...secretly), and a little attempt to cheer up an eight year old-though the second, she doubted he would ever guess. It had only been a short period of time and he had already noticed her heart was practically a black hole, so why was there reason to think she would do anything remotely nice? And such was the thinking of every soul in camp. Except perhaps Clare and Ethan, but that was because they were too innocent for even her to treat with contempt. Well, that was true for Clare anyhow. As for Ethan, he had just been lucky enough to befriend her before the battle had struck two years ago. And she was rather pleased with that, considering she felt she would be at a real loss if she didn't have that dork to lighten her mood every once in a while.

"Romeo is a real pain in my side, you know,

[/color]" The blonde mumbled to the little girl as Jason recited another one of his lines, earning another high-pitched giggle from the girl. Little did the naive girl know that Maddi, for the most part, wasn't joking. "What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?[/color]" Shakespeare's ideas regarding scandal were a little outdated at this point, but Maddison still managed to portray the feelings accurately enough. Or at least accurately enough for the onlooking crowd. Jason, who appeared to have quite a leg up on her in the acting department, was most likely silently criticizing her. Not that she really cared. It wasn't as if she was aiming for a career in acting. In fact, she'd been taking a few classes at the Academia when she could manage it, and it was looking like after she finally decided to call it quits here-she'd be hitting the outside world as Maddison Petroski, a lawyer. The courses were fascinating, and the way she saw it, she would fit right in with the lawyer class. Bitchy and not afraid to show it.

"My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?[/color]" She recited, her tone taking on a questioning and somewhat accusatory tone. Gods, if Maddison had been in Juliet's position, that Romeo boy would have been served with a restraining order, or at least a slap upside the head. Pursing her lips, Maddi tilted her head to the side as Jason delivered his last line. Leaning over and fishing the book back off the bed, she gently flipped it open to their scene. At this rate, she felt she was giving a little too much just to be rewarded with his irritating personality and smirking. Eyeing him curiously, the legacy strolled back over to him and passed the book off to him after opening it to a different page. Still a two person scene, still sweet enough for the audience, but short enough to get her out of here faster. "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.[/color]" She recited perfectly, lacing the words with just the right amount of emotion before shooting a secret smirk at the boy and muttering to him quietly enough so that no one would overhear. "Better keep up, Romeo,[/color]"

Was it possible that she actually was amused? Ugh, even worse than just plain irritated with this boy.





tag ;; jason!
word count ;; 660
notes ;; pft problem solved~maddi pulled a game changer scene here
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A scene change really? That was not in the script. It was awfully gutsy of her. He liked it. Of course, at the mention of the line she said he knew exactly where she was. He had memorized that darn play. It was his nursery rhyme growing up, hence why it looked old and worn. Of course, he tried to get Ethan to play along too but that never worked out well. Ethan was not one for plays, that was obvious to Jason. Or it could be because Jason would always want the male lead role, which left Ethan as Juliet. That was probably more of the reason why they never performed it. Of course Jason didn't see what the fuss was. Back when the Romeo and Juliet was first performed the girl parts had to be played by men. It was a common occurrence. It was only in the modern times that men opted to now play female parts.

Jason gave her a smile. "Oh I well, my charming Juliet" Jason muttered back to her. He changed character into the Romeo depicted in this scene. "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" Jason didn't understand though why she choose to jump to this scene though. Probably because it was shorter. He figured she would try to find a way out sooner. It didn't really matter to him anymore. Besides the shorted scene would end closer to the end of his shift at the infirmary anyway. He really did not want to be forced into working overtime. Granted, he did enjoy doing what he does here. It was just tiring sometimes. Besides, he wanted to get some archery practice in before it became to dark for him to see, thought even if he couldn't see it was probable that he would still be granted with all bulls eyes on the targets.

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." Jason read the next line, after Maddi of course. He tried to stifle a yawn but was not able to. A yawn escaped from his mouth. It was getting late and Jason was starting to feel the effects. Still, he was determined to finish a scene with the lovely Maddison Petroski. If anything, that was going to be his accomplishment of the day. He shrugged off her evil jabs at him and forced her into reading Romeo and Juliet. How accomplished was that?

outfit: here
words: 457
notes: shorter sorry :/[/quote]

[maddison]

Maddison could tell from the fleeting look that passed through the boy's eyes that her move came as somewhat of a surprise to him. Good. She was pleased with the idea of catching him off guard, especially since he already seemed accustomed to dealing with her-and only after such a short period of time. It was almost impressive, given that most people would be shrinking away in fright or making for the closest exit. Well, perhaps impressive was the wrong word. Stupid might have been more appropriate. After all, when the lion was wide awake, the smart thing to do would be to run, correct? She would assume so, but apparently little Apollo boys didn't know what was good for them. Or perhaps it was that he knew if she potentially injured him for his obnoxious personality then he could just as easily stitch himself right back up again. Perhaps she should have worked on learning that trick so she could avoid the infirmary in the future. The idea of potentially having to stoop to asking the Apollo boy for help again was nearly sickening. Especially since she had the sneaking suspicion that he would cling to anything he could possibly hold over her head.

"Juliet? Hardly,

[/color]" Maddi mumbled back, brushing her hair behind her ear. "If anything, I'd be Rosaline. You know..because Romeo eventually leaves her alone, and she actually survives the play.[/color]" She shrugged her shoulders slightly, looking quite contented with her character choice. Though personally she would have rather picked Mercutio as her character of personal favor. There were just two problems with that: he was a boy, and he died quite early on in the play. Still, in her mind, he would always be her favorite. The comic relief in the ever-tragic play. It was unusual though that she would pick him as her favorite, given that had he been real, she would have snapped right at him just as well as the next person. Ah well, it was always easier for her to enjoy the fictional character rather than a real character. There was less trust involved, less feeling and therefore less emotional damage or loss in the long run.

Exhaling in exhaustion, Maddison allowed her gaze to slip slightly to the clock on the wall. Her insomnia only permitted sleep every so often and oddly enough she believed that if she found her way back to her barracks soon enough then she might actually be able to catch a few moments of sleep. "Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.[/color]" Tilting her head to the side, Maddi gave him a pointed look that practically screamed the word 'really?' in response to his small yawn. "If harassing me is too taxing for you, I won't object to you taking an early leave.[/color]" The kids might have, however, given that their little show would be interrupted, without even a proper ending.

Picking slightly at the bandage on her leg, Maddi leaned back against one of the walls of the infirmary. "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.[/color]" Oh so close to being done with his nonsense. He might have had a dorky, smile, pretty enough to even distract her a little bit, but it did nearly nothing to make up for his irritating persona. Though she was certain that almost nothing could make up for that. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took.[/color]"


tag ;; jason!
word count ;; 576
notes ;; heyyy, she wasn't even that mean<3
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