withoutverona: (a little james dean)
After physics, Romeo went back to his room and started the much-slower-than-usual process of taking off his shoes. He hadn't realized how much he needed both arms until he lost the use of his left to a bullet-shattered shoulder; getting dressed was slow agony, and he hadn't even tried to move his arm for anything else.

Still. He supposed he could only be grateful it wasn't worse. Tybalt was gone (and dead again, or so Romeo hoped); Romeo was alive. That might be the best he could ask for, and a few days in the clinic and the frustration of healing a minor price to pay given how much dearer the cost could have been.

[OOC: Door open.]
withoutverona: (oh happy dagger)
A duel, then. )

[OOC: NFI, for broadcast, OOC = love. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] raspberryturk, [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest and [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, who get all the pie. Violence warning.]
withoutverona: (Hawaiian shirt bzuh?)
It was a quiet Friday morning, or so it seemed to Romeo, despite the nagging concern of the new neighboring island. He had his iPod on and his shirt sleeves rolled to enjoy the late-summer sun, and he attempted to relax into what he hoped would be as peaceful a weekend as possible despite the scheduled tournament.

In which Romeo encounters a ghost better left in the grave. )

[OOC: Open if you want to run into Romeo after he sees Tybalt. Preplayed with the astounding [livejournal.com profile] raspberryturk.]


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Romeo Montague

August 2012

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