Warning, this is some dark stuff. Dressed Like an Angel was originally going to be my first play, but due to it's dark-twisted nature, I wanted something more light-hearted to be my first actual play (it looks better). I'm still not sure when this will be finished because Dinner With Brunch is wanting to be typed.
Dressed Like an Angel is a story of revenge. It involves a sister caught in the cross hairs of a twisted romance. 2 weeks ago Ariya found out that her sister was murdered. 1 week after that she channels her sister's spirit through an old handbrush that was given to her shortly after her sisters death.
Verona tells Ariya of her death. She lived the life of a call girl and was taken away by Prince Rosslin and they had an affair. Word got out, his public image was about to be ruined, so he took the only means out. Make Verona disappear forever.
This is a tale of revenge.
I have no experience in this, so I apologize if it's kinda choppy :(
Act 1: Scene 1
Setting: Place (Internal).
Stage Directions: Stage is bare. Ariya and Verona are sitting back to back. two lights are shining on them. The rest of the stage is dark.
Ariya: You were dressed like an angel.
Verona: Everything about you was perfect.
Ariya: Perfect face.
Verona: Perfect eyes.
Ariya: Perfect lips.
Verona: That painted lies.
Ariya: LIES!
Verona: You were dressed like an angel.
Ariya: You had a spirit of gold.
Verona: But your spirit of gold kept contradicting with your heart.
Ariya: Your heart...
Verona: Was non-existent.
Ariya: Your good nature and kindness...
Verona: Was only a facade.
Ariya: You charmed people.
Verona: While at the same time, you stabbed them with your malicious intent.
Ariya: You were dressed like an angel.
Verona: But your wings told a different story.
Ariya: They were beautiful from afar.
Verona: But upon closer inspection, they turned out to be hideous. Similar to your nature.
Ariya: You were dressed like an angel.
Verona: But an angel you were not!
(Lights go up revealing the rest of the stage. There is a bed on Stage Right, and a Dressing Drawer behind Ariya and Verona)
Ariya (strokes handbrush): That is such an eerie poem sister.
Verona: But nonetheless, this poem speaks the truth about the higher ups that control us. They are puppet masters.
Ariya: Tell me sis...have they found your body yet?
Verona: Not yet littler sister. As you can tell I am still a wandering spirit. Once they discover my body though, and I am buried, this entity will cease to exist.
Ariya: How was it that you became this way?
Verona: Prince Rosslin poisoned me once the media started catching on to our affair. They never did find out though, but his wife caught wind and took her own life. Prince Rosslin, in his rage, then ordered his group too...
Ariya: How dreadful!
Verona: I have a request Ariya, and only you can fulfill it.
Ariya: Yes, anything big sister.
Verona: Find my body...and...
Ariya: And? What is it?
Verona: Exact my revenge.
Ariya: But how exactly do I go on to accomplish that?
Verona: I will be assisting you, don't worry about that.
Ariya: But how, big sister?
Verona: Tis simple. (raises left arm, making Ariya raise her right arm. Verona then raises her right arm, making Ariya raise her left arm). Tis very simple.
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I hope you guys enjoyed it, I hope to be finished with this some time next month.
