This would be your generic how's my driving post. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism as well as any personal issues with the way I'm playing Judas. I would appreciate, though, if the fact he's taken from Jesus Christ Superstar and not the Bible in mind. From this standpoint, he's a fictional character and I certainly recognize that he plays an important role in Christian mythos.

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To the ingrates my fellows on the beach,

I'm from Israel originally, so I would've greatly appreciated to be allowed to at least see the sand that you enjoy talking about so much. I'm being punished, aren't I? But my lot is instead to rot on this cold boat with little else to do but think and sing and play basketsball.

Admiral, could I at least have some sort of musical instrument to play? Or a needle and thread to learn to sew?

( Adam/Shinzon/Swing, the Master )

[Private to self/anyone left on the Barge]
(ooc: After much sulking, he's decided to bless anyone left with a song: "Before Tomorrow Comes" by Alter Bridge. Again, anyone on the 2nd floor or in the stairwell is likely to hear him. Poor McCoy gets a break from him. Also, minor changes in lyrics.)

( I couldn't sleep I had to listen )

(ooc: Judas has been busy reading and organizing just exactly what he wants to say to Jesus!Master in, of course, his favorite manner of communication: singing. However, he'll be a few more days before he gets all of "Superstar" figured out. Also, for reference: Judas singing Superstar.)

[Public, but directed at Jesus!Master]

[At a much slower pace than the song in the musical:]
Every time I look at you I don't understand,
why you let the things you did get so out of hand.
You'd've managed better if you'd had it planned.
Why'd you choose such a backward time in such a strange land?

[He pauses, realizing it'd probably be better to talk to Jesus about this in person, so instead he elects to sing Hallelujah which starts around 3:10ish.]
( I've heard there was a secret chord )

[He quiets and there's the sound of his breathing before he buries his head in his hands, doubt finally overwhelming him. Muffled murmuring follows, generally inaudible.]

Master, I need to speak with you.

[Public]

He is Jesus. How dare you deny that. I know him better than any of you and just because doesn't feel like proving his existence to you ungrateful idiots, doesn't mean he's not Jesus. Show some respect. He's just a man and men can only take so much before they're stripped down to their core.

So I'll say it again, leave him alone.

And I don't like people trying to convince me otherwise. My faith isn't shaken as easily as yours.

( Amber, Adam, Jesus!Master, and Song (of course, poor McCoy) )

[Public]

You have all felt the wrath of God amongst you. The unrighteous ones will fall at his hand. The proud, the self-glorified, the rich and wealthy. All of you. I have done the only logical thing and stayed near to my Master's side and he has rewarded me with safety over the trials and tribulations.

So, quit complaining. You all deserved it.

My Master has taken a leave of you ungrateful people. It was our mission to serve you, to help the poor, but you've done nothing to deserve our help.

( Amber, Pavi, Jesus!Master, and Songtime! )

[Public]

I won't stand for this treatment. You are all wrong about me. I didn't do what you keep saying I did. If you'd stop referring me to this 'Bible' I'd be grateful. I looked into it. Nothing in there is true. Especially the part about Peter being the rock of the faith. That's complete lies.

It's all lies. And the nightmares. Yes, I can understand that they are frightening to the common person, but comparatively, they're not that bad. Get over it.

( Private tos: Amber, Swing, and Jesus (and by Jesus, the notbearded!Master) )

[Private to self: This is meant to be monologue, but in a musical, this means it's him belting this out, so lol aaaanyone in the vicinity can hear him. Also, pay no mind to the terrible singing done on the recording. I'm a pianist, not a vocalist.]

My soul is thirsting...

…what is this place? I don't remember signing up for anything like this.

I'm positive I didn't. Prison's not my thing and this looks like a prison. A very advanced prison, though. The Romans must have really stepped up their game. Did I get arrested again? How unjust. I'm a righteous man, I don't deserve this. I blame you, Jesus.

Caiaphas, come release me immediately.

And would someone find some way to warm this place up? It's freezing.


(ooh: Judas is cold because he's a] used to Israel and those temperatures, and b] he's not wearing anything too warming right now. Also, he's a wee-bit too shell-shocked to be his usual angry 'I hate everything and especially Jesus' self. But it'll wear off. )