juliet_4ever17

juliet_4ever17 @ 2008-01-01T22:18:00

2008-01-02T03:57:50Z

Inspiration!!!!! It is a wonderful thing!

I have finally solved my "Romeo and Juliet" writers block. YAY!!!!!! The songs "Lithium" and "My Immortal" by Evanescence (no I am not Emo nor Goth) saved me. They are the most beautiful songs in the world ( if you have not heard them before, go listen to them, they are brilliant) and they put me in the mood for this kind of story. I brainstormed while listening to them and came up with some great ideas. There have been quite a few changes from my original plan. For example, characters have been switched around.

The basic summary is this:

Rutledge and Jefferson fall in love during the fight for Independence ( in the Congress). Adams (Jeffersons best friend) and Dickinson (Rutledges best friend) hate one another with a passion and lead the war that threatens to tear the Congress and our lovers apart.

I chose to make it Jefferson instead of Hall because Hall just wasn't working (despite how much I love Halledge), Jefferson would make the romance more forbidding (Adams is not only Jeffersons best friend, but one of his suitors a.k.a Rutledges competition, not to mention Jefferson is the writer of the Declaration and a supporter of Independence) and there is just not enough Jeffledge (is that what its called?) out there. *Takes a breath* Unfortunately, this will be much darker. I'm afraid that I may have some character death ( please don't kill me, I am not sure yet!). Because of this, I will probably not post it on look_sharp, unless my frends really, reeeaaally like it. The story will more than likely be filled with romance, angst, drama, and tragedy.

Anyhow..... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! (yes... I know... very random)

juliet_4ever17 @ 2007-12-30T20:00:00

2007-12-31T01:09:08Z

Final part of this fanfic. I decided not to make it into a story, I'll do that some other time.

Title: One Night
Rating: I guess PG-13
Warnings: Nothing that would surprise you

They walked down the moonlit path hand-in-hand, surrounded by the peaceful night. It was a comfortable silence, and Sarah felt happier than she had in months. She found it incredible how quickly there had been a connection and a bond. She smiled gently at this thought. She knew him personally, and she loved him. A mans whose face she had yet to see, and whose name she had yet to learn. He reminded her of him, of her past lover, of one of her deepest commitments, and her greatest pain. Benedict Arnold.

She recalled the first time she had met him. He had come to accompany Ethan Allen and his Green Mountain Boys on their assault on Fort Ticonderoga. She had loathed Colonel Allen. They were complete opposites to the point that not even a friendly smile was possible. There was nothing but hate. Arnold was different. He was chivalrous and polite. They had shared many of the same views. He was a fine man, a brave soldier, and all the makings of a strong leader. She noticed this the minute she saw him, and it had attracted her. However, she had fallen madly in love during their interview. She asked if she could accompany them on the attack, anything to just be near him. However, he broke her heart by telling her no. That night, she received her first kiss and he had been the one to give it to her. Years later in 1777, on the way to his sister Hannah’s house, they made love and it had been her first time. And the night before his betrayal had been their last. She would never forgive him, not only had he betrayed she, his lover, but he betrayed his friends as well. The pain of a broken heart is with out a doubt, unbearable.

“Are you alright my dear?” Sarah turned her head and looked into the mans eyes.

“Yes, I was just.....thinking.” she whispered.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“Nothing of great importance.” She said while choking on her tears. The man took her gently by the shoulders and turned her to face him.

“Oh, Sarah,” he whispered. With that she broke down into tears and fell into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to his body.

“How do you know my name?”

“I am your friend, Sarah.” he said gently. She knew him, she knew the voice and it brought her warmth and happiness. This man was indeed a friend. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. Blue eyes that could be as warm as the summer sky, or as cold as arctic ice. His eyes sent a familiar shiver down her spine, one she had felt the millions of times he had looked at her.

Suddenly, she felt something warm and soft pressed against her lips. His lips. Instinctively, she closed her eyes and melted into it. He had a distinct taste, an indescribable taste. It was sweet, yet somewhat spicy, much like how he smelled. She moaned when she felt his tongue massage her own. In response, she nibbled his bottom lip. He chuckled and continued his assault. The two battled for what seemed like hours, their tongues stroking, massaging and flicking. Finally, they broke apart, both gasping for much needed air. They just stood there, staring into one another’s eyes. Then, the man took a deep breath and spoke...

“Come, we should go back.” he said.

“Why?” she whimpered. He fell silent and Sarah could tell he was searching for a reason.

“Dr. Franklin might start to worry.” he said quickly, looking away. Sarah smirked at his excuse. Dr. Franklin wasn’t even there, he was still France.

“That was terrible. An absolutely...horrid lie.” she chuckled.

“Forgive me.”

“Don’t worry,” said Sarah as she walked towards the man and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You’re forgiven.”

“In reality, I was thinking about James. He has been like a little brother to me, maybe even a son. As much as I desire you, I don’t want to destroy our relationships with him. I know he cares for you greatly.” Sarah pondered his words for a moment. Suddenly, the truth dawned on her. Everything came together and she realized the man’s identity. He loved her! Had he really believed that she and James were in love? Is that why he never seemed to want to be near her? Because he wanted her, but couldn’t have her?

“James could care less that I was here with you.” she replied. The man spun around to face her, his filled with surprise.

“It was not James I loved, but Benedict Arnold. It was love at first sight, my first romance. And I was foolish, blinded by love. I was a young girl, I didn’t think about what I was doing. I gave myself to him and I was his mistress. He said he loved me.” Sarah felt the tears come, and fought to hold them back. The man turned around and embraced her tightly. Sarah buried her face in his hard chest as the tears poured from her eyes and shook her body.

“He betrayed me too Sarah.”

“I thought he loved me, he said he did. I made love to him for Christ’s sake! How could he do this to me?”

“Sarah, he would not have done what he did had you truly mattered, had I mattered, had his country mattered.”

“I should have known that I was nothing but a toy.”

“We both should have. He had no right to do that to you, to toy with a young woman’s heart. He didn’t love you Sarah, but I do. I may go to hell for it, but I love you Sarah Phillips.”

Sarah felt her heart swell in her chest as choked on her tears. The tears of heart break had been replaced by tears of joy with the use of only three words. I love you. They stood there for what seemed to be forever. Sarah did not want to break apart, she felt safe, warm and truly loved in his arms. How foolish had she been to not have seen how much this man loved her?

“Come,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “We should go.” Sarah nodded her head and took his arm. The two walked back to the house in silence, yet again. When they reached their destination, they found that the party had yet to end. The two lover turned and faced one another with sparkling eyes.

“I shall take my leave.” said the man as he took Sarah’s hands in his own and kissed them.

“Won’t you stay? Won’t you accompany me?” Sarah asked.

“Forgive me, but parties have never been my thing.”

“No, I suspected not.” chuckled Sarah as she removed her mask and then removed the man’s. For the first time that evening, she gazed upon his face and realized how handsome he really was. They smiled at each other and kissed good bye. God, he is a good kisser, Sarah thought. She handed him his mask and he kissed her one last time before stepping back.

“Good night, Miss Phillips.” he said with a smile as returned the mask to his face. He then turned and walked off into the night.

Sarah watched him as he left, her heart soaring with new found hope.

“Good night...General Washington.”

Mother was never going to hear about this.

Okay, so I wrote the birthday fic (the one were Sarah smashes the cake into Washington's face) to see what people would think about this couple. I randomly pulled a name out of a hat and got this one. At first, I thought it was weird, but it is growing on me.

juliet_4ever17 @ 2007-11-07T19:55:00

2007-11-08T00:59:05Z

I was wondering if anyone out there owns any of the Liberty's Kids episodes on DVD or know where I can download them ( for free). I would like any of the episode with Arnold or Washington. I've been trying to make a music video and I cannot seem to find any film clips anywhere. I would be so grateful if you could help me.

P.S. I'm working up towards a 1776 video.

"One Night" Liberty's Kids Fanfic

2007-11-05T03:59:04Z

Okay, so this chapter is a little short, but the series is not finished yet.

Title: One Night
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sarah and the Mstery Man misbehave.

Sarah stopped breathing and her heart skipped a beat. His voice was deep and rich, like chocolate, yet slightly dangerous. It was very familiar, but she could not seem to place it. Sarah admired his perfectly proportioned and well-muscled body. She glanced at his warm, inviting lips and wondered what they would taste like and how they would feel on her body. Shocked by her thoughts, she averted her gaze from him and pretended to take great interest in the moon. She heard a deep chuckle from the man beside her and blushed, grateful for the darkness.

“Beautiful night, is it not?” he said, breaking the silence.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” Sarah whispered. She heaved a sigh as they fell into another lengthy silence. Music and ruffled sounds from the party were all that could be heard. Sarah tried to concentrate on the beauty of the garden, but the presence of the handsome man beside her was just too distracting. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and noticed he was staring at her. Following his gaze, she realized he was looking at her heaving chest. For the first time that night, Sarah regretted the low cut bodice and the cleavage.

Sarah listened to the dark adagio that floated out into the night from behind her. The violin enchanted her with its low notes and sudden high screeches. The sound sent shivers down her spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She then recognized it as “Summer” by Vivaldi, her favorite. Closing her eyes, Sarah allowed herself to be lost in the music. She remembered the summer’s spent in the English countryside with her family. The summer’s she spent with the army during the war. The nights spent with him; in his strong arms, listening to his voice whisper in her ear, kissing his lips...

“May I have this dance?”

Sarah’s eyes snapped open upon hearing the voice of the man whisper in her ear. She looked at the black gloved hand before her as wicked thoughts raced through her head. She looked at the stranger with smirking red lips.

“Of course.” She purred. The man returned the smirk and pulled her into his arms and towards his body. He took her hand gently and snaked his left hand around his waist pulling her closer to him. Much to her embarrassment, Sarah moaned a little. The man chuckled darkly and Sarah felt the need for revenge. She slowly pushed her hand up his chest and around his neck where she dipped two fingers beneath his cravat to caress his neck. The man’s breath hitched in response and Sarah smiled seductively up at him. He returned the smile as they began to spin.

They moved together as one, ignoring the music, and waltzing to the rhythm that pulsed through their bodies. They exchanged caresses and squeezes all through out the dance and return heard pleased moans and breathy sighs from the other. They soon became bolder with their actions. Sarah lazily brushed her lips along his neck before placing a light kiss upon it, feeling the pulse jump beneath her. She was caught off guard when the man suddenly dipped her backwards. She then felt the heat of his breath and the warmth of his lips just above the top of her bodice. He dragged his lips up her chest and neck as he pulled her upwards. When she was finally on her feet, he placed a demanding, yet gentle kiss on that spot just below the ear. Sarah purred in delight and she felt him grin against her skin. He then pulled away their eyes met in a heated stare.

“ Oh god,” Sarah whispered, “ why do I know you? I feel as if I’ve known you for years.”

“ You have.” He replied with a husky voice. Sarah grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

“Come with me.” She whispered as she walked down the stairs towards the garden. At first, the man seemed hesitant, but he gave in and followed her into the moonlight night.

1776 fanfics

2007-10-28T02:59:07Z

I have plot bunnies eating away at my mind right now! Ugh!!!! They can be so annoying.

I'm trying to finish the fic, "One Night". An update will be coming soon, I have just had so much to do.

It is official. I have come to a dead end with the "Romeo and Juliet" fic. I am still working on it, just have not done any writing. I would be so grateful if anyone would be willing to help me with this one.

I have also had this idea for a "Dracula" based fanfic for Halloween. But, the idea came a little too late. If any of you want to take a crack at it, go ahead!!!

Well, there you have it! My mind is being destroyed by plot bunnies. Oh... GOOD GOD!!!

juliet_4ever17 @ 2007-09-17T22:06:00

2007-09-18T02:43:54Z

Saw this on kumu2345's journal and decided to give it a try.
Choose twelve characters from your fandoms, then answer the questions under the link. Do not look at the questions beforehand.

One: Edward Rutledge
Two: John Dickinson
Three: Dr. Lyman Hall
Four: Charles Thomson
Five: John Adams
Six: Thomas Jefferson
Seven: Benedict Arnold
Eight: Sarah Phillips
Nine: Lafayette
Ten: Abby Adams
Eleven: Martha Jefferson
Twelve: George Washington

Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
TJ/ MJ! Uhhhhhh.... YEAH!!!!

Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
He's cute, but not hot.

What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
If twelve got eight pregnant ...... WHOA!!!!!! Well...ah....ummmmm.... Washington's obviously not sterile and Arnold would freak? I do not know!

Can you rec any fic(s) about Nine?
Only two, a Washington/ Lafeytte one and one on Fanfiction.net.

Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Would John Dickinson/ Thomas Jefferson make a good couple? Yeah.. for a Romeo & Juliet fic!

Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
John Adams/ Abby Adams because John Adams/ Lafayette is just plain wierd.

What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
WTF?!!!!! I don't know, it probably would never happen!!!

Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fic.
Lyman Hall/ Abby Adams fic. Simple. Abby cheats on John with Dr. Hall. I have no idea why.

Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
Edward Rutledge/ Sarah Phillips fluff? No, and there never will be.

Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
Benedict Arnold/ George Washington fic! Arnold sends letters to Washington trying to explain why he betryed him. Does that work?

What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four to deflower One?
Easy, Thomson says no to Rutledge. Works every time.

Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?
Who doesn't?

Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
Probably.

Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
I don't think so.

Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five?
John Dickinson/ Charles Thompson/ John Adams. Yeah, maybe. I like that one.

What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?
I don't know maybe "John"? Assuming she is having sex with her husband.

If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, which song would you choose?
"Because of You". I think it fits the Arnold/Sarah pairing.

If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warnings be?
Rutledge/ Jefferson/ Washington? Confusing and lots of the man-whore.

What might be a good pick-up line for Two to use on Ten?
"I prefer New Englanders, especially when they are from Massachusetts." Man that is bad!

When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
About two minutes ago. I re-read the high school story.

What is Six's super-sekrit kink?
Hmmm.... well, I know he likes to corner Adams on staircases. That's pretty much it.

Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?
Would Martha shag Lafayette?! Never!!!!

If Three and Seven get together, who tops?
Probably Arnold.

"One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Three." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

"Rutledge and Lafayette (WTH?) are in a happy relationship until Lafayette runs off with Thomson (?). Rutledge, broken-hearted (like that ever happens), has a hot one-night stand with Martha Jefferson (Ohhh, I like that... why do I like that?) and a brief unhappy affair with Washington ( I am so lost), then follows the wise advice of John Adams ( that's better) and finds true love with Lyman Hall. Awwwww, I like the ending. I would probably name this fic "Sense and Sensibility". Halls_Mistress, Ink_n_Imp and kumu2345 would probably read it.

Liberty's Kids Fanfic

2007-09-18T01:58:56Z

Okay, I am not too pleased with this, so I decided to post it to see what you think. If you like it, I will continue it as a series. If not... well, then I won't. Anyhow, here it is.

Title: One Night
Rating: PG-13
Pairng: Sarah/ Mystery character ( I drew the name out of a hat, because I couldn't decide who to use)
Summary: Sarah meets a masked stranger at one of Rochambeau's balls. The night takes an interesting turn...
Warnings: None that I can think of.

Sarah stared at her reflection in the window again for the fifth time that night. She had been invited, yet again, to one of Rochambeau’s parties for Washington. However, this was the first one she had actually attended. Now that the war was over, she wasn’t nearly as busy as she had been. Sarah became more interested when she heard it was to be a masquerade ball. She was excited at the idea of being someone else for the night and playing with the minds of those whom she had become so close to.

She looked herself over again and sighed, pleased with what she saw. Her flaming red hair had been pulled up into an elegant bun and curls hung on either side of her face. Her lips looked warm and full and were a blood-red color. She wore a white and glittery mask that covered the upper half of her face. The diamond dangle earrings that had been given to her by Mrs. Radcliffe hung from her ears, accentuating her long neck. But the dress is what had her entranced. It was a beautiful, white, off the shoulders ball gown with a plunging V-neckline with white lace and a green jewel placed at the point of the V. Her corset had managed to produce a decent amount of cleavage, which Sarah felt very proud of. Another green jewel had been placed at the point of the V where her bodice met her skirt. She loved the dress for these jewels and where they drew attention to. She felt beautiful, seductive and irresistible.

Sarah turned and looked around the room, studying each person carefully. She quickly identified many of Washington’s officers, all of whom she had danced with. She was pleased to know that none of them had recognized her, for she was behaving in a very unlady-like manner. She flirted with every man and would make them flush heavily with either embarrassment or shock. But in the end, every one of them had played her game.

She was suddenly distracted when her sharp eyes noticed another man eying her from across the room. Sarah no longer felt like dancing, especially after the horrible waltz with, who she presumed, was Admiral de Grasse. She briskly walked over to the balcony, praying she would not be stopped. Luckily, she managed to slip out through the French doors unnoticed. The cool nighttime air was greatly welcomed. It was refreshing and soothing, much like a swim. Sarah sighed and turned around to face the garden. The scene was painted in indigos, blacks, purples, blues, grays and white with a silver light dancing across the lawn. Sarah quickly became aware of another presence and realized that she was not alone.

A tall, dark figure loomed by the railing and was illuminated by the moonlight. From what Sarah could see, this was obviously a man... a very strong man. He stood up straight and proud with an air of authority around him. Sarah glided over to where he stood, the rustle of her gown catching his attention. He turned around and faced her with a small, inviting smile. He was dressed in all black, from his waistcoat to his boots. Only his mask and his cravat were white. His masked covered half of his face, leaving only his lips and the bottom of his face bare. They stared into each others eyes for a very long time, emerald green meeting topaz blue.

“Good evening, sir.” whispered Sarah.

“Good evening, miss.”

So..... what do you think?

Blah, blah, blah

2007-08-30T02:44:32Z

I have been hit with the urge to write Liberty's Kids fanfics. Or fanfic, or.........whatever! I don't know what pairings yet, but I'm thinking Sarah/Benedict Arnold and Sarah/ Ethan Allen. But my first one will be a Sarah/ mystery character. I don't know who the mystery character will be yet, I'm gonna draw a name out of a hat. Hopefully, I'll have this fic up by Sunday. But I've started school and dance again, so it might be a while.

1776/ Beast Wars fanfic

2007-08-20T21:50:45Z

Sorry that I have been gone so long, I was dancing in Cincinnati, Ohio for six weeks. Anyhow, I just saw the Transformers movie and came up with this crazy story. I'm just trying to get my mind creative juices flowing again.

This is written for all my friends and is just for fun. Enjoy!

Title: Whole New World: Chapter One
Rating: PG, I think for this chapter, rating will go up
Summary: A few members of the Continental Congress are whisked into a familiar world where a war brews between two alien robot races. Takes place during "Beast Wars".

The heat of the day was begininng to take it's toll on the sweating and fatigued members of Congress. Hanncock and Hopkins had been arguing for over two hours over rum. Adams was beginning to grow impatient, and felt as if his cravat was choking him. He glanced up as Sherman slid a scrap of paper towards him. Adams nodded his thanks and read the note.

                                                                      Should we move to adjourn?

                        Adams glanced at Rutledge, who glanced at Hall, who glanced at Lee, who glanced at Jefferson, who glanced at Dickinson who glanced at Thompson. Adams smiled and nodded his head.
                        " Mr. President, I move to adjourn."
                        " I second! " said his fellow "partners in crime" at once.
                        " Done!" hollared the exasperated Hanncok. The "Magnificant Seven" as they were called had already dashed out of the building and down the street by the time Hanncok had agreed. They looked at each other in pure triumph and grinned their evil, yet charming, grins.
                          " I swear, those two are worse than you and Johnny!" said Lee to Dickinson. Adams and Dickinson beamed at one another as they performed their secret "handshake".
                          " You're absolutly childish." said Thompson as he rolled his eyes. The gang talked and laughed all the way to the field they usually went to after Congress sessions. They discarded themselves of their cravats, waistcoats and coats. Suddenly, these seven dignifed, and proper men went running down the lage grassy hill, tackling each other and rolling all the way down. As they tumbled down the hill, the world became hazy and they lost track of things. They began to feel dizzy and slightly nauseated, but they were having too much fun to notice. When they finally reached the bottom, they closed their eyes and laughed, acting like a bunch of toddlers rather than grown men. Adams was the first to sit up still chuckling softly. As the others began to recover, they realized that Adams was no longer laughing or speaking.
                          " John?" asked Hall. His friends face had a horrified, confused expression on his face.
                          " Where are we?" whispered Adams. The others sat up quickly and looked around. They were no longer in the middle of a field, but rather a grassy plain... a savannah. The friends lept to their feet and glanced at their surroundings in a panic.
                           " What the hell is this place? I don't recognize it." gasped Rutledge.
                           " I have no idea. It looks like an African savannah if you ask me." replied Jefferson.
                           " And just how would you know that?" asked Adams.
                           " Unlike you, Johnny, he reads." said Lee cooly.
                           " What! I read! How dare you suggest..."
                           " What is that?!" they heard Thompson cry. The group spun around to see a a large green, purple and yellow wasp looking creature.
                          " Looks like an overgrown wasp." said Adams.
                          " Johnny, I don't think that is a wasp." said Lee.
                          " No, it looks as if it is made of metal." said Dickinson.
                          " Duck!" shouted Jefferson.
                          " Tom, that is NOT a DUCK!!!" exclaimed Hall.
                          " No, he means.... DUCK!!" hollared Rutledge as he and Jefferson pulled their companions to the ground. Two white lights flew above them and crashed into a tree.
                          "Holy Shit!" cried Thompson.
                          " RUN!!!" screamed Adams. The group got up and sprinted from the flaming remains of the tree. They looked back and realized that the wasp creature was not alone. A purple and yellow spider looking thing followed close behind.
                           " Richard, look out!" Lee dodged a pair of red lights that had come form above just in the nick of time. they friends glanced up ward and realized that a red and white creature that looked more like a man than an animal was flying and shooting at them from above.
                           " Jesus Christ, what are these things?!" shouted Adams.
                           " I don't know!" shouted Jefferson.
                           " I thought you knew everything!" exclaimed Adams.
                           " Well, apparently... NOT!" screamed Jefferson.
                           " Whoa, hold on all!" said Dickinson as he came to a complete stop. The others came screeching to a halt beside him.
                           " Why did we stop?" panted Rutledge.
                           " That's why." whispered Lee. The group looked down the side of a cliff to a crystal blur river below.
                           " Damn, that's got to be over a hundred feet." mumbled Thompson.
                           " What we do?" asked Hall.
                           " Well, we have two choices. One.... turn around and get killed by these aliens. Or two.... jump of this cliff and hope for the best." replied Dickinson. The seven friends looked at each other with looks of worry and fear. Dickinson glanced at his friends and nodded his head. They all did the same and took hands.
                           " You know this is crazy." said Jefferson.
                           " Sometimes crazy works." whispered Dickinson. With that said, the friends lept off the side of the cliff.

I need to get back to the R&J story!!!!!!

2007-06-05T00:58:28Z

I promise all out there, that I will finish part one of this fanfic if my life depends on it! I just joined a new community, but I probably won't write anything for it just yet. R&J comes first!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

2007-05-18T00:06:59Z

Today is my birthday!!!!!! I'm fifteen now, yeah!!!! My little sister got me the Restored Directors Cut version of "1776" on DVD!!!!! I have never been happier!!!!! I also got money to go shopping with, which is always good. but the DVD is my favorite. Now, I can watch it whenever I want and, hopefully, get some Plot!bunnies to bite. i am still working on my stories, I hate WRITERS BLOCK!!!!! I promise, more will come!

HOLY COW!!!!!!

2007-05-13T01:35:51Z

We watched some videos today in our repitore class for ballet. I could have died!!!! First we watched a version of "The Sleepng Beauty" by the Knoxville Ballet. John Cullum was the Prince!!!!! Man, not only is he a looker, but he is also a god-damn good dancer!!! His feet were incrediable and legs were hyperextended!!!!!!! God damn the man and his perfect ballet body!!!!!
The last video........ maybe I shouldn't mention the last video. Okay it had something to do with 1776!!!

R&J update

2007-05-11T01:43:51Z

Okay, I just wanted to let people know where this story is going and what I have so far.

Title: Star-crossed Lovers
Rating: PG - NC-17
Pairings: Rutledge/Hall
Warnings: Violence, sex, and a very tradgic ending
Summary: Edward Rutledge and Lyman Hall fall in love in the summer of 1776. However, the violent feud over independence threatens to tear them a part.

The dialogue will be changing to better fit the characters, although they will quote Shakespeare's play at times. It will also become more descriptive.

As a warning, there will be lot's of violence, but no one will be killed. More than likely there will be a sex scene, or two. Some scenes will also be extended. I have developed an ending that is filled with angst, pain, and sorrow, almost a tradgedy. I will NOT give away too much information though, the actual ending will be a secret until it is posted. Warning: you may cry... a lot.

That is all I have at the moment, if you have any suggestions, please share!

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!

2007-04-29T23:36:31Z

Sorry that I have been gone soooooo long! I have been performing in "The Sleeping Beauty" as a moster for the company that is associated with our dance school. I am sooooo tired! I had all seven performances and two dress rehersals. It all began on Wednesday night with our first dress rehersal and ended this afternoon with a two o'clock matinee. I promise all my 1776 friends that are out there, I have been workng on another snippet.... I swear!!! It will be coming soon, promise!

Beginning part for R&J

2007-04-23T02:50:47Z

I know, it's a cliffhanger! But my mind just stopped working, so I decided to post what I have. It isn't much and I think it sucks, but you be the judge of that. Anyhow, it is the beginning of the story. The "servant's fight" scene that opens the play.

***
It was going to be another hot day in Philadelphia. The warmth of the early morning already confirmed it. The Second Continental Congress was to begin soon. A strange feeling filled the air, a feeling that no one understood. It was as if a certain doom was near, a time of pain and sadness. Many, however, ignored this warning that loomed heavily in the air. They went on as they did everyday, and for the members of Congress, that meant walking to Independence Hall and being forced to face one another in the heat of the morning. Without a doubt, tempers were going to flare.

Richard Henry Lee and Colonel Thomas McKean walked together that morning. Laughing and talking with perky cheerfulness that seemed to only brighten the morning.

“But the quarrel is between our masters and us; their men.” said McKean, chuckling slightly.

“Ah, ‘tis all one.” said Lee with a big toothy grin. McKean suddenly stopped in his tracks and caught Lee quickly by the arm. Both men had stopped laughing, and their eyes filled with hate.

“Here come two of Dickinson’s men!” McKean whispered urgently. Charles Thompson and George Read walked towards the two, with the same cheerfulness the two others had shown earlier. McKean and Lee hurried into the Hall quickly.

“Quarrel, I will back thee.” said Lee. McKean grinned and nodded his head in agreement.

“Right. Fail me not.” Read and Thompson walked through the entrance to the Hall and towards the room were Congress met. McKean brought his thumb up to his mouth and spat at it just as the two other men came to the door. Thompson and Read paused for a moment before turning to face McKean and Lee.

“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?” asked Thompson quietly.

“I do bite my thumb, sir.” said McKean and Lee burst out laughing. Thompson smirked and shook his head.

“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?”

“No, sir. I do not bite my thumb at you, sir.” Thompson nodded his head and continued to walk into the room. “But I bite my thumb, sir.” McKean continued as he and Lee followed Thompson.

“Do you quarrel, sir?” asked Lee. By this time many other delegates were beginning to show up. They all became entranced by the discussion in the center of the room.

“Quarrel, sir? No, sir.” said Thompson who continued to walk on. This wasn’t good enough for the other two. Lee stuck his cane in the path of Read who tripped over it and hit his head on the table. Thompson dropped his papers on the floor, and took up his cane.

“Draw! Draw if you be men!” He shouted. Lee attacked him with his cane, a blow that Thompson quickly blocked. The men tossed blow after blow, dodging and blocking with speed and agility. They continued to beat one another as they were cheered on by their blood thirsty companions. Their faces were soon bruised and cut, each bleeding heavily. Their coats, breeches and shirts were torn and blood stained. Thompson struck Lee in the stomach and took a bone shattering blow on the cheek. Lee scratched Thompson on the face, drawing blood.

“Part fools! Put up your canes. You know not what you do!” said Judge James Wilson as he raced into the room coming between the two. He beat down their canes with his own glancing from one to the other.

“What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Wilson! Look upon thy death.” Everyone stepped aside as raven haired and piercing blue-eyed John Adams entered the room. Adams was a lawyer from Boston. He was also the leader of those in Congress who were for independence. He smirked at Wilson, his eyes glinting dangerously.

“I do but keep the peace. Put up thy cane, or manage it to part these men with me.” replied Wilson. Adams eyes darkened more.

“What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word, as I hate hell and thee. Have at thee, coward!” Adams lunged and struck Wilson in the head. Wilson continued to fight in self defense, hitting Adams with strong, painful blows. However, Adams came back with far harder and more smashing blows. Now every delegate joined in the brawl, fighting someone from the opposing side. Those who were for independence vs. those who were against it. They beat one another with the viciousness of wild predators. Blood spattered all over the room and the delegates. Cries of pain rang through out the room. The brawl quickly became a violent battle.

John Hancock, president of Congress, entered the room with speed. The sight of all the blood and pain made him squirm.

“Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, profaners of this neighbor-stained steel- on pain of torture, from those bloody hands throw your mistempered weapons to the ground and hear the sentence of your moved president.” Everyone stopped and stared at Hancock who blazed with fury. “Many brawls have thrice disturbed the quiet of our Congress. If ever you disturb the Congress again, your place in the Congress shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time all the rest depart away. Once more, on pain of losing your place, all men depart.” Hancock turned and left the building as all the delegates went to help injured members of their side out and take them somewhere to be cleaned up and cared for.

Those who were against independence went to John Dickinson’s house and knocked on the door.

Just For Fun!!!!

2007-04-22T01:36:38Z

While I work on part of the R&J story, I decided to go through my CDs and find some good songs for 1776 fanvids. I have listed the song titles and the artists.

"Open Arms", Journey
"If I Never Knew You", Jon Secada and Shanice
"Can You Feel the Love Tonight", Elton John
"All I Have to Give", Backstreet Boys
"Faithfully", Journey
"How You Remind Me", Nickelback
"Savin' Me", Nickelback
"Good Times, Bad Times", Led Zepplin
"On the Border", The Eagles
"We Will Rock You," Queen
"Another One Bites the Dust", Queen
"Temperature", Sean Paul

juliet_4ever17 @ 2007-04-17T18:32:00

2007-04-17T22:39:03Z

R&J idea well is runnin' a little dry. Been doing my best to work on it, but it is just not pullin' together. I'm gonna try to write a serious scene, like a fight or swomething. Maybe a funny scene. I dunno, I'm working on it. Not so sure I'm any good at romantic scenes. I think my past two R&J scenes have lacked the sexual tension needed for 1776. Laura is in desperate need of support, maybe even being yelled at. AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! My slashy mind is not working!!!!! Major case of writer's block!!!!

A Romantic R&J Moment

2007-04-14T21:41:28Z

Another part of the party scene:
Hall stared at the young man he was dancing with, not noticing anything else around him. The mans eyes sky blue eyes sparkled with excitement, beauty and youth. He was the most beautiful being Hall had ever seen. He had a perfect, ruddy complexion that was complemented by soft auburn hair. His white ensemble made him stand out from the others and reminded Hall of a Greek god come to earth. He stared into the other mans eyes refusing to break away from its hypnotic stare. He could feel them burrow deeper into his soul, exploring every part of him, in a way that made him tremble with excitement. This feeling seemed to grow whenever their hands would touch or their bodies would come into close proximity. Hall's thoughts were suddenly stirred when the man finally broke their gaze and bowed to him. Hall returned the bow and took a few steps back. They now stood on opposite sides of the room staring at one another, paying no mind to the other bodies moving around them. The magic continued to flow between them.

Hall finally turned and walked away. However, he could not take his mind off of the beautiful being that he had just danced with. He wandered from room to room, never paying attention to where he was going. He was lost in thought, trying to make sense of what had just happened. It suddenly hit him, so hard that he stopped breathing for a few moments. He had fallen in love. It had all happened so fast, he wasn't sure how deep he had fallen. He took a deep breath and leaned into a corner between a wall and a curtain. Hall looked around at the others, hearing them laugh and talk with cheerfulness that didn't seem possible. He took another deep, shaky breath. The thought of falling in love so quickly frightened him.
He suddenly felt his hand disappear quickly behind the curtain. He drew in a sharp and surprised gasp.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this; “The musical drawl paused. Hall shuddered as his hand was gently fondled by a pair of soft slender fingers. His eyes fluttered closed; the voice was seductive, hypnotic, mesmerizing. It then continued in a sweet whisper. "My lips, two blushing pilgrims ready stand to smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss." Hall jumped when he felt a soft pair of lips brush his hand and place a feathery kiss upon it. He spun around and met a pair of sky blue eyes. The magic was stronger this time, an attraction that neither could resist. Hall walked into the candle lit room behind the curtains. The mans face was even more beautiful in the candle light.

“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much." Hall said. The man released his hand. “Which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrim’s hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss?"

“Have not saints lips, and holy palmer's too?" questioned the younger man. Hall chuckled.

”Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." He turned to leave the enclosed room.

“O, then, dear saint," the man whispered lowly into Halls ear. “Let lips do what hands do.” Hall turned around to face him. The man raised his hand, and Hall lifted his own so that their palms met. “They pray; grant thou, lest faith turned to despair."

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” He said quickly as he walked around the other man.

“Then move not,” the man spoke urgently. Hall stopped in his tracks, trembling, and his heart was racing. The man slowly came up beside him, causing Hall to fill with excitement. The man took a deep breath, and spoke slowly. ”While my prayer’s effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged.” He kissed Hall, a light kiss at first, before deepening the pressure. Hall sighed heavily; nothing had ever felt... or tasted so good. The man broke the kiss, leaving Hall breathless.

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took.” Hall said looking deeply into the other man’s eyes. The mans eyes sparkled as he smiled devilishly.

“Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” He once again kissed Hall, his tongue expertly parting his lips. The man tasted like honey, with a hint of rum. Hall began to feel a bit drunk. He didn’t even notice that he was now pressed against the wall. He was lost to the other man. Their hands were constantly moving, caressing one another. Stroking the others back, running through the others hair, holding the other around the waist. They only broke apart to breath. The air around them felt humid, filled with their love.

“Dr. Lyman Hall! Hall! Doctor! DR. HALL WHERE IN GODS NAME ARE YOU?” The two men quickly pulled apart. Hopkins entered the room, his eyes brightening when he saw Hall.

“Yes, Mr. Hopkins.” Hall answered, panting heavily. Hopkins stared at Hall and then at Rutledge, suspicion rising in his eyes.

“Mr. Hancock craves a word with you. Make haste, make haste.” Hopkins replied. Hall glanced quickly at the young man. He then turned and left the room, attempting to smooth his slightly tousled hair. Hall walked swiftly across the rooms towards the voices of Franklin, Adams, Hancock and Lee. Obviously, they were having another argument. He chuckled to himself as his mind revisited the last few moments. He had never felt so happy, so young, so complete before in his life. Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense. He felt like the brightest star in the sky. Oh, how he hoped that the young man was a member of Congress. He would do anything to see him again.

Cast List and Story Scene sample

2007-04-08T03:08:51Z

Cast List (subject to change):1776 characters only represent these characters from Shakespeare's play; they will not be exactly the same.
Romeo- Rutledge
Juliet- Hall
Mercutio- Dickinson
Benvolio- Hewes
Tybalt- Adams
Paris- Sherman
Roseline- Witherspoon
Prince- Hancock
Lord Capulet- Jefferson
Lady Capulet- Abigail Adams
Nurse- Hopkins
Friar- Franklin
Servants(in the beginning of the story)- Thompson & Read vs. Lee & McKean
(Opinons on cast list and ideas for changes are welcomed)

Party Scene: Adams and Jefferson have an argument, Rutledge and Hall meet.
" Jefferson! Jefferson, our foe, that wretched Southern boy has come here to scorn at our solemnity this night!"
" Young Neddy Rutledge is it?"
" Yes! It is that vile villian Rutledge!"
" My friend leave him alone, let him be. He is a gentleman, and South Carolina brags of him to be a virtuous and well-governed youth." Adams stared at Jefferson in amazement. He quickly gazed at Rutledge and then back at Jefferson, his eyes blazing with fury. He opened his mouth to protest, only to be quickly pulled aside by Jefferson who found himself to be loosing patience with the troublesome Bostonian.
" I will not for the wealth of all this town here in my house provoke a brawl or regard him as an inferior and treat him with disrespect," Jefferson harshly whispered." You will therefore take no note of him and enjoy this night." Adams stared at him in disbelief, but chose not to fight. He returned his attentions to the center of the room where a new dance was beginning.
Delegates were being presured left-and-right to join in the dance. Rutledge backed away from the group in hopes of escaping only to be shoved from behind into the crowd. He was pushed and pulled until he found himself lost and confused in the group. Once again, he felt himself shoved from behind, only with a greater amount of force this time. He lost his balance and began to stumble. He felt himself become a little dizzy and confused as he stumbled through the bodies and loud voice. Rutledge was beginning to feel slightly nauseated when he fell into another body.
" Oh, please forgive me my good suh, I'm afraid I....." He found himself at a loss for words. He gazed into a pair of  expensive, chocolate brown eyes that seemed to pierce his soul. He could not tear himself from their steady gaze. Their owner looked away, obviously from embarressment. When Rutledge finally returned to his senses, he too looked away, only to once again look at man he had fallen upon. This man was indeed handsome, very handsome. He had a youthful face although his brown hair had a few strands of gray. The blue suit he wore enhanced the color of his eyes and hair and made him appear more youthful and radiant. The other man stared at Rutledge with the same awe and wonder. The music began yet the two men hardly noticed. They paid no attention to their movements, for they knew the dance all to well. Instead they stared into each others eyes, feeling to energy and admiration flow between them. The more they stared, the deeper their bond grew.
" O, he doth teach the torches to burn bright," Rutledge thought." It seems he hangs upon the cheek of night, like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear! Beauty to rich for use, for earth to dear. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
Adams watched the two from a distance, his anger rising until he could stand it no more. He stormed off towards Jefferson who was talking to a number of delegates.
" Why, Jefferson, it is a shame!" he exploded motioning his hand towards Rutledge and the man with such furiousity that even Jefferson was startled. " I shall not endure him!" Jefferson's eyes were a blaze, he had lost all control. He thrusted Adams into a deserted corner with such force that he fell to the floor, but recovered quickly.
" You'll not endure him? He shall be endured!" Jefferson shook with rage and his face was turning purple. "You will not make a mutiny among my guests! Am I the master here, or you?!" Suddenly Franklin appeared beside Jefferson, staring at him with the same old sparkle in his eye.
" Well said, Tom!" With that he ushered Jefferson off in the direction of the other guests. He then turned his attentions to Adams. " You are a princox! Be quiet or, for shame, I will make you quiet!" He then left the bewildered Adams, who slowly began to regain his thoughts.
"I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall." he whispered to himself. Straightening his waistcoat, he returned to the party.
( This is a sample of what could come and of my writing. Comments are greatly welcomed.)

Brainstorm for Ending

2007-04-07T03:01:01Z

Note's to Self

Ending must be happy
No deaths

Ideas:
Suicide attempt
Rutledge could be misled into believing something about Hall ( Hall is seeing someone else; Hall has abandoned him after he hurt Adams ( gotta develop a relationship between Hall and Adams); still working on possible ideas) and becomes depressed (no physical harm)
Hall is misled into believing something about Rutledge
Same as above (#2) but Rutledge commits self-mutilation (NO,NO,NO!!!!!! To lazy to erase it.)
Feelings of betrayal, thinks relationship is over when Hall decides to vote for independence. Vote somehow becomes endangered and Rutledge returns at last minute to save it.
Hall is torn between his lover ( Rutledge) and his friend ( Adams) after the fight, fears losing his lover after Hancock decides punishment ( must think of one)
Fears Rutledge has deserted him when he decides to vote for independence, more sadness
Hall is very upset over the fight, falls ill, Rutledge ( who has been punished) is his only reason to live, can't live without him

I am out of ideas. Need to decide on a punishment for Neddy.

More R&J brainstorming

2007-04-06T21:44:44Z

Could be Thomas Jefferson's dinner party. He is for independence but has nothing against Rutledge. Therefore, he wouldn't care if Rutledge were there. (Jefferson and Adams doing the Tybalt/ Capulet argument that's in the party scene. Be even funnier if Franklin walked in on it, made peace and then said to Adams," You are a princox! Be quiet or, for shame, I'll make you quiet!")
If Dickinson is Mercutio, Adams shall be Tybalt
Who will be Count Paris? Will we have one?
Who will be Benvolio?
Idea for the "servants" scene in the beginning: Read & Thomson vs. McKean & ? (Lee?, Morris?, Sherman?) We should do pairings for this scene!
Ending still needs to be decided on. ( note to self- brainstorm ending ideas)

juliet_4ever17 @ 2007-04-05T22:13:00

2007-04-06T02:31:19Z

So Romeo is Rutledge and Juliet is Hall. Simple yet tough.
For the ending: maybe Rutledge should attempt suicide, but be saved by Hall, Bartlett or Franklin ( medically anyway). Maybe by the combined efforts of Bartlett and Franklin since Hall may be too devastated to do anything. There's that drama/tragedy thing needed. Rutledge cannot die though, make story too sad. Ex: Marianne's fever from Sense & Sensibility. Will she die, wil she not? The suspense.
Why would Rutledge attempt suicide? thinks Hall is leaving him for someone else, Hall has betrayed him in some way.
Will there be any deaths or just severe injuries? Must discuss w/ ink_n_imp
Will they meet in Congress or at a party? Maybe they could meet at a party held by one of the enemy delegates. Hall is new and invited so he can become better acquainted with his fellow delegates. They meet, woo, make exchange of vow and all that unimportant stuff, only to meet the very next day in Congress. Hall's first day and that beginning of our story.
So what is the dilemma? I think it is Hall's independence issue. Is it?
Hopkins could be the nurse! He likes Rutledge, but not his principles. Seems like the kinda guy that would encourage the relationship and then say something different when something bad happens.

More ideas will come, promise.