Here it is! The first articolo of Total Drama Romeo and Juliet. This version focuses on two gangs, the Capulets and the Montagues... and their hatred. :) Check out the character page if te want to know who plays who, although it may not give te all the info te need. I really hope te guys like it :D (Thank te to sparknotes.com for the translation)
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It was a summer giorno in peaceful Verona, Italy. The sun was high, and the sky was cloudless, the giorno was peaceful... until the gangs came out.
One gang member, with arancia, arancio hair and freckles, the other with brown hair, brown eyes and a pointy nose emerged from the Capulet mansion.
“Tyler, we will not deal with their garbage.” A member of the Capulet gang, Scott, hissed to his companion.
“No,” Tyler, the brown-haired member of the Capulets laughed. “We’d be garbage men then.”
“Oh haha...” Scott detto sarcastically. “What I mean is... we will shoot them if we have to.”
“You wouldn’t shoot them.” Tyler replied.
“If I get angry enough...”
Tyler laughed. “That woman has softened you.”
“Which woman?”
“That one te met years ago, Dawn.”
Scott glared at him. “I’m still the same person I was when I met her.”
“Sure...”
“And what about you?” Scott hissed. “You’ve been with the musician,”
“Yes, but her and I are harsher to each other then te and Dawn.”
“I can be harsh to her when needed!”
Tyler opened his mouth to reply when two other gang members, this time of the Montague gang, began walking towards them.
“Scott!” Tyler called. “Pull out your gun! The Montague Gang approaches!”
Scot reached into his cintura and pulled out his gun. “Let us fight! I’ll back te up!”
Tyler held up a single hand, “Let’s not break the law. Let them start something.”
“Perhaps I should simply bite my thumb? That is an insult, is it not?”
Scott began biting his thumb, glancing towards the approaching Montagues.
One of the Montague Gang Members, a member da the name of Brick, who had black hair and a thick unibrow, looked over to the Capulet Gang. “Do te bite your thumb at us!?” He roared.
“I bite my thumb.” Scott responded.
Brick poked Scott’s stomach, his dark eyes glaring deep into Scott’s. “Are te biting it...” He gestured to the brown-haired, short Montague behind him. “At us...?” He finished.
Scott shook his head, “No sirs, I am biting my thumb, but not at you.”
Tyler raised an eyebrow, “Are te trying to start a fight?” He asked; a smug smirk on his face.
“A fight?” Brick looked at them. “No sir,”
Scott reached for his gun, “If te want to fight... I’m all for it, my master is as good as yours.”
Brick chuckled and glanced towards the other Montague, Noah, and whispered... “But not any better...”
“Better, sir?” Scott growled. “The Capulets are far better,”
Brick pinned Scott against a building, “You lie!” He shouted, his eyes burned with intensity.
Scott slipped out of Brick’s grasp, “Grab your pistole if te be men!”
Both gangs whipped out the pistole and aimed towards each other... luckily another member of the Montague gang, a young, scrawny boy da the name of Cameron, separated the upcoming brawlers.
“Break it up!” He called. “Put away the guns. te guys are idiots!” He held a gun in his hand, although he hoped not to fuoco it.
Yet another Capulet, da the name of Duncan, hissed from behind Cameron. “You’re going to fight them, Cameron? I thought someone like te would want più of a challenge.” His eyes were fierce; he ran a hand over his Mohawk.
Cameron turned around, “Duncan... nephew of Capulet and leader of the Capulet gang.” Cameron said. His small, skinny body shook with fear.
“I thought the nephew of Montague wouldn’t waste his time with these pathetic wimps.” Duncan said. “I guess I was wrong.” His menacing stare pierced Cameron’s heart.
Brick and Noah looked at Cameron for backup; Cameron was their leader at this point of time... while Duncan was the Capulet leader.
Cameron looked into Duncan’s eyes, “I only want peace... put away your gun and help me stop the fight.”
“Peace!?” Duncan laughed. “I hate the word as I hate hell.” He devilishly smirked to himself. “I hate all Montagues, especially you... and Geoff... and Mike...”
Cameron lifted his gun and fired a single shot, “You may talk badly of me, but my cousin, my aunt and my uncle aren’t part of our current fight.”
Duncan smirked bigger, “Let’s fight, coward!”
Duncan fired a shot out of his gun, Tyler and Scott following close behind. “Death to Montagues!” He screamed.
Cameron, Brick and Noah responded with their guns.
“Duncan! Get Duncan!” Cameron shouted.
Brick nodded and fired several bullets towards Duncan.
“Tyler!” Duncan hollered.
Tyler answered da firing multiple shots at Brick, one narrowly missing him. He scowled and glanced at Scott, who fired the successivo group of bullets.
A man drove by, stopping right in front of the fight scene; he was tanned, with black hair and chiseled features. “What is this racket!? Fetch me my gun, wife!”
A woman emerged from the vehicle, following her husband. She was pale, with long black hair.
“Why do te call for a gun?!” She shouted back to the man. “Alejandro, te mustn’t get involved.”
Tyler looked at the man and his wife, “Lady Capulet... Capulet...!”
Duncan looked at his aunt and uncle. “Uncle Alejandro, Aunt Heather... pleasure to see you.”
Another car pulled up not short behind, emerging from this one was a woman with long blond hair and a man with glasses and curly reddish brown hair. The man carried a gun.
“Get me my gun!” Alejandro Capulet demanded to Heather Capulet. “Sam Montague has arrived...”
Sam Montague stormed towards Capulet, “Alejandro, te villain!”
Dakota Montague wrapped her arms around her husband, trying to pull him back as Heather did the same with her husband.
“Dakota!” Montague yelled, “Let me go!”
Lady Montague glanced at her husband, “You won’t take a step towards that vile human being!”
Lady Capulet stared at Lady Montague, “How dare te say that about my husband!”
A helicopter flew over the fighting, a door wide open. A man stood there, this man having black hair and amazing looks. He took a megaphone and yelled down to the citizens;
“Rebels! Turning on your own neighbours!? What scene is this!? I’ll have te murdered if te don’t listen to your angry ruler!”
All the citizens from below threw down their weapons and looked up at Mayor Justin.
“Three riots have broken out in this city, all because of your rivalry of Montague and Capulet! Your businesses and gang battles are no reason for our peace to be disturbed!” Justin bellowed to the Capulet and the Montague gangs.
“If te cause a scene again, you’ll pay for it with your lives. Everyone else, go away!” Justin’s eyes shifted to Capulet. “Alejandro Capulet, come with me. “Sam Montague, come to my courthouse this afternoon and I’ll tell te what else I want from you. As for the rest of you, I’ll say this once more: go away o be put to death!”
Capulet glanced at Montague and then at Lady Capulet. “Come, Heather, let us be gone.”
The Capulet gang followed Duncan as he left... while the Montague gang went the other way, leaving only Montague, Lady Montague and Cameron.
“Who started this? Were te here when it began?!” Montague questioned. “Speak, nephew!”
Cameron sighed, “The two gangs, Capulet members and Montague members, were fighting when I arrived. I was trying to make peace, but the fiery Duncan arrived and taunted me into battle, then te guys showed had the brawl with the Capulets, and Prince Justin broke everyone up.”
Lady Montague gasped, “Oh dear! Where’s Mike? Have te seen him? Was he at all involved in this duel? I’m worried about my son...”
Cameron shrugged, “I saw him taking a walk this morning da Sycamore grove, but he hid and I simply figured he wanted to be left alone. I was happy to leave him at peace,”
Montague nodded, “He’s been there many times, crying many tears that add drops to the morning dew and make the sky cloudier with every sigh he makes... but as soon as sun rises, he returns home to escape the light. He locks himself up, shuts his windows to shield himself from sunlight. This mood will cause problems, unless someone can reach him.”
Lady Montague nodded, “He won’t tell us what’s wrong.”
Montague put an arm on her shoulder, “Many of our Friends have tried to make him talk, including ourselves. He keeps things to himself and wants no other company... he’s like a fiore that won’t bud due to poison from bugs. If we could figure out what’s wrong with him, we’d help him blossom again.”
Cameron looked over Montague’s shoulder, noticing Mike in the far off distance. “There he is, perhaps I’ll try and hope he’ll talk.”
“I hope he’ll speak to at least you,” Montague said. “Come Dakota,” He detto to his wife while holding the door of their vehicle for her to enter.
Cameron waited until Montague and Lady Montague drove away, then he approached Mike.
Mike tousled his black hair, his eyes were tear-stained and his face was wet from crying. He looked quickly away from Cameron and began to walk away.
“Good morrow, cousin.” Cameron smiled.
Mike looked around, “Is it that early in the day?”
“It’s only nine o’clock.” Cameron answered.
“Time goes da so slowly when you’re sad.”
Cameron looked at Mike curiously, “What is it that is making te so sad and your hours so long?”
“Love,” Mike simply replied.
“You’re in love?”
Mike shook his head, “Out of love. I Amore her, but she will never return my feelings.”
Cameron looked at him, “How sad... Amore really is tough when te experience it.”
“What’s sad is that Amore is supposed to be blind, but it can still make te do whatever it wants...” Mike whispered sadly.
He looked around, noticing the blood on the ground. “What happened here?” He paused. “Wait, I know. The fight has less to do with hatred then it does with love. Loving hate! Fighting love! Sad happiness! Amore created from nothing.” He detto sadly... tears rolled down his face. “Beauty made into a mess, Amore is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, awake and asleep...” Mike paused again. “It’s everything but what it actually is. This is the Amore I have... but no one loves me back.”
Cameron glanced at his cousin, “I’m nearly in tears due to your speech...” He admitted.
“This is what Amore does. Our sadness combined burdens us both... I had my own sadness to carry; now I must feel sorry for you. Here’s what Amore is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. Amore is a fuoco burning in the eyes. If te wreak love... te get an ocean, made out of tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a caramelle that te choke on.... Goodbye, cousin, I can’t take this conversation anymore.” Mike explained while turning away to orso più tears.
Cameron grabbed Mike’s arm, “Let me come! o do me wrong da abandoning me!”
Mike pulled out of his cousin’s grasp. “The man before you, he is not Mike Montague... Mike is elsewhere.”
“Who is it that te love?” Cameron asked bluntly.
“You want me to tell you?”
“Yes, who is she?”
“I do Amore a woman, but she thinks ill of me.”
“I know that.” Cameron hissed.
“She is also beautiful, with flowing arancia, arancio hair.” Mike started to explain. “But... she refuses to be hit da Cupid’s arrow. She’s as clever as the goddess Diana, and cannot be touched da the immature arrows of love. She won’t ever want to be in love, nor ever be loved. And when she dies... her beauty shall be taken.”
“Don’t think of her,”
“Teach me how to forget her!”
Cameron pondered for a moment, but an idea sprung in his head. “Look at other beauties!”
Mike grabbed his cousin’s arms, “Do te not understand?!” He questioned. “Other beauties will only remind me of her, te can’t teach me how to forget!”
Cameron smirked to himself, “You will forget, I will mostra you... o die with the promise of this lesson.”