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1595 A.D. - England - London
The sun ray struggle to peek through the heavy fog that easily float above the London city as people slowly rushed around the stone pebble grounds to meet the morning rush. Most of the men were workers as they struggled each day under the moody grimed weather to meet ends in order to provide food onto the dinner table. The riches were still holing up among their comfortable homes as enjoying the lazy morning near the fire place with delightful food.
It was the year when William Shakespeare became a talking topic among the rich and poor. It was also the year Heisenberg Hummer stormed away from the horrible place among the streets of London to become a writer of entertainment.
Heisenberg Hummer never considered himself talented enough to write for the Royals and the upper class to enjoy, though he did consider himself to become one to entertain the average fair share of people. After the whole Inn problem that occurred late night. Heisenberg still felt the light stir of feathers being ruffled among his heart. He sat in his bed as he spoon himself into a cradle movement while flickering his eyes out into the fog that held glittered of the sunlight. "Great. It just reflected my mood." he grumbled as he yanked his dark brown messy hair in frustration as the hair seem to never be able to be tame in any method.
Ducking his head between his knee before he slowly leveled his eyes up at the ceiling wood beam. The slanted roof just made his room seem much smaller and crowded even it was quite big to fit a full workshop in it. Heisenberg slowly gazed his eyes toward the stack of parchment he piled neatly on his wooden table before groaning in frustration again. No one would bother to read his things anyway! He mentally noted to himself as he turned and buried himself among the pillow again.
Clash clash clash.
The sound of pots clashing onto steal just bang quite loudly to make Heisenberg sprung up from his bed as he quickly rush to open his door and yelled downstairs, "Oh shut up! Don't you know with all that noise you make, you make every living soul gone?"
It only made the person downstairs clashed the pot in more intense frequency as the voice from downstair said in such playful tease manner "Oh no no. You genius won't happen to need more wake up call?"
It made Heisenberg groan as he buried his face between his own palm as he pulled a face before rushing back into his room to get a quick dress. That was it. He will take his current stash of work and bring it toward the company William Shakespeare was working with and see if he could make some doe out of it. He really wasn't in a mood to deal with the childish manner of his landlord. Not to say, he don't want to go back to scrubbing the academic hall just for a living.
These thoughts stormed Heisenberg's mind as he finally got himself well dressed. In a quick haste he tucked all the script in a proper stack of package before he stomp down the wooden stairs. "See you, if not forever if I can!" he yelled to his landlord in the end.
Finally. The sun seem to shin through the think layer of fog. Heisenberg was heading off to one of the inns that he knew William Shakespeare normally stayed for play days. He ruffled his own dark brown hair again before sighing as he felt lack of confident among himself again. Here goes nothing, he lightly told himself as he painted the brightest smile onto his face as he walked into the inn to find William Shakespeare pacing around the inn floor with a deep frown.
"Great. Where to fine a peptic male to play this role! Seriously, how could he suddenly fell ill at this point?"
It seem a miracle had came.
Heisenberg blinked for a moment as he suddenly came face to face with no other person as in William Shakespeare as he was held tight on both side of his shoulder.
"You come to save my day?"
Romantic? Nope. Heisenberg was pretty sure it wasn't that way as he could only nodded to get rope into the madness that William Shakespeare could possible create among his plays.
It was the year when William Shakespeare became a talking topic among the rich and poor. It was also the year Heisenberg Hummer stormed away from the horrible place among the streets of London to become a writer of entertainment.
Heisenberg Hummer never considered himself talented enough to write for the Royals and the upper class to enjoy, though he did consider himself to become one to entertain the average fair share of people. After the whole Inn problem that occurred late night. Heisenberg still felt the light stir of feathers being ruffled among his heart. He sat in his bed as he spoon himself into a cradle movement while flickering his eyes out into the fog that held glittered of the sunlight. "Great. It just reflected my mood." he grumbled as he yanked his dark brown messy hair in frustration as the hair seem to never be able to be tame in any method.
Ducking his head between his knee before he slowly leveled his eyes up at the ceiling wood beam. The slanted roof just made his room seem much smaller and crowded even it was quite big to fit a full workshop in it. Heisenberg slowly gazed his eyes toward the stack of parchment he piled neatly on his wooden table before groaning in frustration again. No one would bother to read his things anyway! He mentally noted to himself as he turned and buried himself among the pillow again.
Clash clash clash.
The sound of pots clashing onto steal just bang quite loudly to make Heisenberg sprung up from his bed as he quickly rush to open his door and yelled downstairs, "Oh shut up! Don't you know with all that noise you make, you make every living soul gone?"
It only made the person downstairs clashed the pot in more intense frequency as the voice from downstair said in such playful tease manner "Oh no no. You genius won't happen to need more wake up call?"
It made Heisenberg groan as he buried his face between his own palm as he pulled a face before rushing back into his room to get a quick dress. That was it. He will take his current stash of work and bring it toward the company William Shakespeare was working with and see if he could make some doe out of it. He really wasn't in a mood to deal with the childish manner of his landlord. Not to say, he don't want to go back to scrubbing the academic hall just for a living.
These thoughts stormed Heisenberg's mind as he finally got himself well dressed. In a quick haste he tucked all the script in a proper stack of package before he stomp down the wooden stairs. "See you, if not forever if I can!" he yelled to his landlord in the end.
Finally. The sun seem to shin through the think layer of fog. Heisenberg was heading off to one of the inns that he knew William Shakespeare normally stayed for play days. He ruffled his own dark brown hair again before sighing as he felt lack of confident among himself again. Here goes nothing, he lightly told himself as he painted the brightest smile onto his face as he walked into the inn to find William Shakespeare pacing around the inn floor with a deep frown.
"Great. Where to fine a peptic male to play this role! Seriously, how could he suddenly fell ill at this point?"
It seem a miracle had came.
Heisenberg blinked for a moment as he suddenly came face to face with no other person as in William Shakespeare as he was held tight on both side of his shoulder.
"You come to save my day?"
Romantic? Nope. Heisenberg was pretty sure it wasn't that way as he could only nodded to get rope into the madness that William Shakespeare could possible create among his plays.
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