Topic: The Hound of the Baskervilles

Mataya

Date: 2015-02-02 05:48 EST
Cast

Sherlock Holmes - Jonathan Granger Dr. Watson - Aristotle Kruger Allen Sir Henry Baskerville - Ben Gates Mortimer - Byron Warren Mr. Jack Stapleton - Laurence Hale Miss Beryl Stapleton - Carina Cox

Mataya

Date: 2015-02-02 05:49 EST
Synopsis

The Hound of the Baskervilles opens with a mini mystery"Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson speculate on the identity of the owner of a cane that has been left in their office by an unknown visitor. Wowing Watson with his fabulous powers of observation, Holmes predicts the appearance of James Mortimer, owner of the found object and a convenient entr"e into the baffling curse of the Baskervilles.

Entering the office and unveiling an 18th century manuscript, Mortimer recounts the myth of the lecherous Hugo Baskerville. Hugo captured and imprisoned a young country lass at his estate in Devonshire, only to fall victim to a marauding hound of hell as he pursued her along the lonesome moors late one night. Ever since, Mortimer reports, the Baskerville line has been plagued by a mysterious and supernatural black hound. The recent death of Sir Charles Baskerville has rekindled suspicions and fears. The next of kin, the duo finds out, has arrived in London to take up his post at Baskerville Hall, but he has already been intimidated by an anonymous note of warning and, strangely enough, the theft of a shoe.

Agreeing to take the case, Holmes and Watson quickly discover that Sir Henry Baskerville is being trailed in London by a mysterious bearded stranger, and they speculate as to whether the ghost be friend or foe. Holmes, however, announces that he is too busy in London to accompany Mortimer and Sir Henry to Devonshire to get to the bottom of the case, and he sends Dr. Watson to be his eyes and ears, insisting that he report back regularly.

Once in Devonshire, Watson discovers a state of emergency, with armed guards on the watch for an escaped convict roaming the moors. He meets potential suspects in Mr. Barrymore and Mrs. Barrymore, the domestic help, and Mr. Jack Stapleton and his sister Beryl, Baskerville neighbors.

A series of mysteries arrive in rapid succession: Barrymore is caught skulking around the mansion at night; Watson spies a lonely figure keeping watch over the moors; and the doctor hears what sounds like a dog's howling. Beryl Stapleton provides an enigmatic warning and Watson learns of a secret encounter between Sir Charles and a local woman named Laura Lyons on the night of his death.

Doing his best to unravel these threads of the mystery, Watson discovers that Barrymore's nightly jaunts are just his attempt to aid the escaped con, who turns out to be Mrs. Barrymore's brother. The doctor interviews Laura Lyons to assess her involvement, and discovers that the lonely figure surveying the moors is none other than Sherlock Holmes himself. It takes Holmes"hidden so as not to tip off the villain as to his involvement"to piece together the mystery.

Mr. Stapleton, Holmes has discovered, is actually in line to inherit the Baskerville fortune, and as such is the prime suspect. Laura Lyons was only a pawn in Stapleton's game, a Baskerville beneficiary whom Stapleton convinced to request and then miss a late night appointment with Sir Charles. Having lured Charles onto the moors, Stapleton released his ferocious pet pooch, which frightened the superstitious nobleman and caused a heart attack.

In a dramatic final scene, Holmes and Watson use the younger Baskerville as bait to catch Stapleton red-handed. After a late supper at the Stapletons', Sir Henry heads home across the moors, only to be waylaid by the enormous Stapleton pet. Despite a dense fog, Holmes and Watson are able to subdue the beast, and Stapleton, in his panicked flight from the scene, drowns in a marshland on the moors. Beryl Stapleton, who turns out to be Jack's harried wife and not his sister, is discovered tied up in his house, having refused to participate in his dastardly scheme.

((Here it is, the place to plant your seeds of literary staging enjoyment! As always, please respect the setting, and have fun with it!))

Kruger

Date: 2015-02-13 15:37 EST
One More Night

If I stumble if I fall, just help me back ~ Phil Collins

One more night, and Kruger was in early. There were cheery voices in the green room, he recognized them it seemed he wasn't the only one that had come with the idea. He bypassed the door, and didn't stop until he was staring at the dressing rooms. There was one that never changed, and why should it' The others were victimized by tape and rectangles of square paper. His name was spelled out in marker, but it drew his fingertips. If only he could let it ride, but the paper would be gone before he finished his performance this evening.

The doorknob was taken in his hand, but he refused to turn it and give himself access to the room. He was early, too early to change into the stage clothes. He drew a quick breath, and let out a laugh as one of the other performers passed by uttering the joke of the two week run. Don't break a leg, Kruger. He didn't mind laughing, it was funny after all. The break of was weeks old, two more since the production had started. He was managing to get around on it almost normally.

When the girl had passed out of sight, Kruger let go of the knob and headed deeper into the theater. He scooped up a mug, it was out of his cupboard brought because the cups they provided just weren't quite big enough, and poured a cup of coffee. He wasn't done procrastinating, if that's what he was doing. Something inside just seemed to be missing. He slipped out from behind the curtain to walk the set.

It wasn't as empty as he'd hoped, crew members were going through touching up the paint in some areas. He could smell fresh saw dust, that could only mean that something had needed to be replaced. Normally he'd jump in and help, but today he wanted to be alone, the dressing room was too confined. He didn't want to feel the walls so close to him. He needed space to think. One of the musicians was setting up his bass, and giving it a quick tune. It was all bustle, despite the fact that the house was empty save for the employees.

He thought he saw Maya pass the opening in the curtain. It could have been, but he wasn't going to track her down to be certain. The closer they got to the end of the run, the more he'd been trying to avoid her. Avoid everyone may have been a better description.

Someone was in the mezzanine at the back of the theater. A spotlight flicked on and rained down on Kruger's position on the stage. Give us a pose, Kruger, as long as it's on. Don't move though, I need to check the new lenses. Kruger struck a definitive Dr. Watson pose while the light around him moved through its spectrum.

The voice from above shouted down his thanks and shut down the spotlight. Kruger looked to his feet at the place the light had been. He'd finally figured it out, this thing that was bothering him. "I miss you already."