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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Jun 24, 2012 16:23:54 GMT -5
Juliette nodded taking the book carefully. Opening the book she looked at the names. They were all familiar. Confusion spread across her face "These names...I know them..." she closed her eyes trying to remember. What was blocking all of this? It didn't make sense. Why are these names so familiar? "Where does this story take place?" she asked
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jun 24, 2012 16:33:24 GMT -5
"Italy," Pyre replied, eyebrows furrowed. Juliette seemed to be taking quite a bit of interest in this play - namely the characters. "It's extremely famous - almost every school in the country probably requires its students to read it," he pointed out. "Maybe the names are so familiar because you've read the book before - maybe just before you lost your memory and ended up here, which could be why the names are so vivid... comparatively."
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Jun 24, 2012 16:40:11 GMT -5
Juliette ignored everything after Itay. "i'm from Italy. I'm from Verona Italy...My name is Juliette Isabella Capulet of Verona..." she told him frowning. Maybe these characters were her friends, maybe the author wrote it based on someone she knew. What if she was this 'Juliet'?
Eyes narrowing she looked at where the computers were "Can you find me information about any more Capulets in Verona. Surely they'd be more..." she asked.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jun 24, 2012 16:49:12 GMT -5
"Hmm..." Pyre sounded, deep in thought. "You know, Juliet and her family are the Capulets from Verona," he said, frowning. "Perhaps your parents named you after that Juliet. After all, this was written more than 400 years ago." Walking back to the computer, he turned it on, once more, and searched for Capulets in Verona. "Told you these things were useful! Recognize any of these names?" he asked, pointing to the screen.
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Jun 24, 2012 16:54:57 GMT -5
Juliette looked down at the bright screen blinking for a while until her eyes adjusted. Eyes narrowing she tried to read the moving words. Shaking her head she frowned "No...not any...I don't think.." she tilted her head to the side "do you think you can change the screen to Latin? I think that's the only language that doesn't give me a headache when reading it..." she told him with a rueful smile.
(do you want her to see Zeke's name on a missing people search thing 'historians found dating far back')
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jun 24, 2012 20:28:42 GMT -5
(She could, yeah. It would be Ezekiel Capulet, of course, not Zeke, but yeah that'd be fine!)
Pyre was, again, surprised. Still, he managed to translate the page, after a few minutes of searching for a translator. "That's Latin, right?" he asked, a little unsure. They sounded Latin and he recognized a couple words, but otherwise was clueless. He'd never taken a true Latin class, before.
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Jun 25, 2012 19:23:24 GMT -5
Juliette smiled “That’s it!” she said looking back at the screen relaxed as she smoothly read the names. Then on a small corner something caught her eye. A small link to an article that read ‘Evidence of a Ezekiel Capulet found by historians! Maybe Shakespeare based his works off of this ancient family?’
Juliette stared at the name. Feeling a strange dread, like something lost just came back to become lost again. She frowned “I know Ezekiel…he went missing…” she whispered tapping the screen and wondering how she could see more of the article. Everything felt fuzzy. She was remembering abit. She knew she was from Verona Italy, she knew the characters of this play ‘Romeo and Juliet’, she knew Ezekiel, she knew Latin, Italian, English, she wasn’t familiar with the existence of ‘America’, she wasn’t fond of romance (something she isn’t sure what makes her feels like it’s what has her stuck here).
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jun 26, 2012 3:12:38 GMT -5
Pyre clicked on the link, about to explain how to do so but decided against it, seeing Juliette so captivated by this name. "Juliette, this was hundreds of years ago," he pointed out, having no idea how she could possibly know anyone from that time. "Maybe you knew someone named Ezekiel, but probably not this guy." Still, the page was up and in Latin. He moved aside, allowing Juliette to read without having to look over his shoulder.
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