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The Ward v1.00THE WARDThe Ward v1.00
Cast of Characters
Alfred: A handsome man in his early-thirties, a con-artist sent to prison on charges of fraud.
Cameron: A middle-aged, somewhat eccentric, man, serving time for murder; shares a cell with Alfred.
Rico: A medium-built, Latino man staying at the cell next to Alfred’s.
Guards One and Two: Both wearing uniform and fully equipped to control the prisoners.
The Warden: The plump, middle-aged warden of the prison.
Scene
A prison facility.
Time
The present.
ACT I


The Myth of the BridgeMr. Georg stayed at the university apartments just across the river from campus. Everyday it would take him exactly ten minutes to get to class from his doorstep. It was a fairly leisurely walk for him, to say the least: Mr. Georg had the habit of strolling slowly across the Bridge of Tears that spanned the river.The Myth of the Bridge
[Indeed, I have seen him run his fingers through the pebbled walls of the bridge.
My, what an odd character this Mr. Georg is.]
Yes, it was called the Bridge of Tears. A peculiar name, to say the least, owing to the river’s recent rise in water level, attributed, in turn, to the number of bach


AfterlifeA desert road.Afterlife
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his


FateA sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate
PETER. Beautiful weather today. GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name’s Peter.
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and he said "oh.. i see.."
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and he said "oh.. i see.."
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and he said "oh.. i see.."
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"What's pounding the cage of my insides is a whisper."
*Katherine Vaz
----List your talents at ~Deviant-Gathering
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~ ~ Araantonak ~ ~
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The line between ephemeral and cannon is a mere contour in your underpants.
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~One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved."~
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