Crookie
night of the living punk
Crookie submitted a new role play:
Rockefeller Street - Come one, come all to behold the festival of dark magic, witchcraft and voo-doo.
[The night begins!]
Caelum was placing the few last-touches onto his booth, where he was planning to sell an array of potions and bottled charms. He turned around on his heel, and sighed.
The night was already trickling well into the midnight time, and the huge street was overflowing with things. Music was blaring down the cobblestone way, brilliant and dazzling lights shone everywhere, and people of all kinds were walking, laughing and enjoying the sights. Off to one side, a plump-looking witch's booth had exploded with firework-like spells, which zoomed and twirled into the sky to burst with a bang. The people surrounding her booth erupted in laughter and applause.
Tonight is going to be one of the best nights I've ever had, thought Caelum - I can feel it. Not only had the festival attracted almost twice as many more people than last year, but Caelum was expecting newcomers. Ahh, yes, newcomers, he could just imagine their plush little faces lighting up in awe at his festival. He was planning to show all the "newbies" the run-down of his own magical world, just to let the pipsqueaks know that they don't have to throw away whatever magical abilities they have just to become normal again. Being magic is awesome!
Caelum leaned back with a smirk, propping his arm up on the side of his booth. The sheepish, raggedy home-made booth rattled, and a few bottled charms toppled over with a clank. But he didn't care, considering that he was probably going to abandon his booth in a few minutes, to go indulge himself in the festival, and search off for those kids.
Rockefeller Street - Come one, come all to behold the festival of dark magic, witchcraft and voo-doo.
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As you walk along a busy street, lost in your thoughts, a slight movement catches your eye. When you get closer, you see that it is a small flyer taped to a light post. You remove it from the post and see that it is an advertisement for an annual...
[The night begins!]
Caelum was placing the few last-touches onto his booth, where he was planning to sell an array of potions and bottled charms. He turned around on his heel, and sighed.
The night was already trickling well into the midnight time, and the huge street was overflowing with things. Music was blaring down the cobblestone way, brilliant and dazzling lights shone everywhere, and people of all kinds were walking, laughing and enjoying the sights. Off to one side, a plump-looking witch's booth had exploded with firework-like spells, which zoomed and twirled into the sky to burst with a bang. The people surrounding her booth erupted in laughter and applause.
Tonight is going to be one of the best nights I've ever had, thought Caelum - I can feel it. Not only had the festival attracted almost twice as many more people than last year, but Caelum was expecting newcomers. Ahh, yes, newcomers, he could just imagine their plush little faces lighting up in awe at his festival. He was planning to show all the "newbies" the run-down of his own magical world, just to let the pipsqueaks know that they don't have to throw away whatever magical abilities they have just to become normal again. Being magic is awesome!
Caelum leaned back with a smirk, propping his arm up on the side of his booth. The sheepish, raggedy home-made booth rattled, and a few bottled charms toppled over with a clank. But he didn't care, considering that he was probably going to abandon his booth in a few minutes, to go indulge himself in the festival, and search off for those kids.