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Post by Bruce Hollister on Sept 3, 2010 21:40:22 GMT -6
If the Blue Cat Jazz Club wasn't your cup of tea, there were other options for entertainment. One of them had cropped up overnight in a vacant lot just behind the Club itself.
A caravan of transports spanning tens of years in age made a large circle in the grassy square. There were RVs, gleaming as white as fangs, sitting next to old wooden carts with harnesses built for horses on a mammoth scale. There was everything in between -- 30-year-old Japanese cars, a flock of bicycles, even a strange contraption that looked like a tiny zeppelin.
The lot was swarming with people. They were setting up tents, building booths, talking, preparing food, practicing dances and monologues, sewing up holes in old clothes and gazing at the Club -- the building no taller than any others around but somehow looming over them nevertheless.
There was a painting on the side of a massive mobile home. Five angels, their skin richly dark and their clothes shining like fiberglass, stood in a line, their hands holding balls of light. SBP was written underneath them, and, smaller, Scheherazade's Backup Plan.
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Sept 13, 2010 20:34:05 GMT -6
(since no one's posted here in a long time, here's a bit more to hopefully attract someone in...)
Arcadia Arbazon was sitting on the steps of a covered wagon, holding out a hoop. She was wearing a dark purple thing that was almost a kimono. Mr. Sucky the Giggi was on the ground in front of her, its big toothy mouth wide open.
"C'mon, Mr. Sucky," Arcadia cooed, "Through the hoop, you can do it!"
The Giggi showed no sign of understanding. It looked around curiously, squeaking.
Finally, Arcadia sighed, took out a baby's bottle full of chicken blood, and set it on the other side of the hoop. Mr. Sucky could understand that much. Chirping, the Giggi leapt through the hoop.
Arcadia let out a cry in joy and scooped up the little leech, hugging it close. "Good boy, Mr. Sucky, good boy!"
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Sept 14, 2010 13:51:41 GMT -6
Viktor was looking around this place when he noticed the leach and the girl. When he saw it jump through the hoop he decided to stand by and see if it would do more. His wings were folded neatly behind his back as he looked around and then back to them.
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Sept 14, 2010 21:05:20 GMT -6
Arcadia looked up and spotted Viktor. Her face instantly lit up, and she ran over to him, trying to get a good look at his back. Mr. Sucky just stared blankly, nestled against Arcadia's breast.
"Whoa! You have wings! Is that some kind of costume prop? How'd you get 'em?"
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Sept 16, 2010 15:21:33 GMT -6
Viktor looked over his shoulder to get a better look at the woman. "Nein freaulein, zhese are real." He smiled kindly. "You can touch zhem if you vant."
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Sept 16, 2010 19:04:14 GMT -6
"You don't mind?"
Arcadia reached out and gingerly touched his wing. When she realized she wasn't hurting him, her grip became a little firmer and she tugged on his wing. "Wow! It's really glued on hard, if it ain't attached to ya, mister!"
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Post by Coraline on Sept 18, 2010 11:29:18 GMT -6
(anyone mind if I step in?)
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Sept 18, 2010 12:44:13 GMT -6
(be my guest! C: )
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Sept 18, 2010 12:44:28 GMT -6
(be my guest!)
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Sept 18, 2010 12:45:35 GMT -6
Viktor chuckled. "They are not glued." He made his wings spread, showing her that they were 100% part of him. "Zhey are me like jour fingers are part of you ."
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Sept 18, 2010 13:35:55 GMT -6
(hahaha be my guest hivemind)
That made some of the light fade from Arcadia's face. She looked a little afraid.
"Oh. So, okay, they're real."
She hugged Mr. Sucky protectively and motioned for Viktor to follow her. "I think I better show you to my sisters."
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Sept 18, 2010 14:03:11 GMT -6
He followed, his arms folded behind his back and his posture very professional. Viktor often never noticed he did that. "Az you vish ." He smiled warmly.
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Sept 18, 2010 14:24:07 GMT -6
Arcadia led him to the giant mobile home and knocked on the door. "Guys? Yer gonna wanna see this!"
A few moments later, a tall woman with rich dark skin opened the door. She was identical to one of the angels painted on the side of the vehicle, although her clothing was strictly casual.
"Miss hunter?" she asked. Her voice was brilliantly musical. "What is it, dear?"
"This guy has wings!" Arcadia exclaimed, pointing behind her at Viktor. Mr. Sucky squeaked in agreement.
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Sept 18, 2010 14:49:00 GMT -6
To the women and to anyone who looked at him, Viktor was had rich tan skin, brillian beautiful blue eyes. He was a gorgeous man and just like the woman, he was an angel. He smiled at the lady who came out of the mobile home. "Guten tag fraulein." he spoke nicely.
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Post by Coraline on Sept 18, 2010 15:12:32 GMT -6
Hermes had been watching the strange setup for almost an hour know, perched on a lamp post debating on whether or not he should actually go in and look around.
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