Fun House [Open] Sept 16, 2022 11:06:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2022 11:06:19 GMT -5
"This is absurd!”
”Oh? In what way? Enlighten me.”
The stout, height challenged man huffed behind his bristle comb mustache, face turning red over the continued argument that had persisted for near his last twenty minutes. He had things to do, customers to keep happy, vendors to sign off for, a rather disgruntled new hire he also need to console...this woman was out of her mind. He puffed up his chest as he tried to match her height, before staring up into those unusual eyes with the same defiance he had given anyone who tried to waste his time.
”Listen girl, for the last bloody damn time - you can’t buy Sparking World! Now good day!”
The owner marched off toward the rather elaborate medieval district with the log flume, the witch left to watch on in contempt as her prey for the weekend continued to elude her persistence. The euphoric cheers, screams and heightened ambience of conversation drowned out her thoughts. The blond took a moment to simply observe the man’s path before he wandered beyond her sight. It was a rather curious venture to have set upon, but she supposed this place had its charms for those which it was intended. Celeste could appreciate how it enamored the senses to the many that stalked the fictionized streets of this rather sizeable park.
It might serve some use, if she could get her hands on it.
The witch offered a sigh as she contemplated another route, a pang of hunger having run through her stomach. She offered a gander to the nearest oversized clock upon the faux bulwark, noting the day had creeped into the afternoon without much awareness on her part. Celeste had spent much of her time since arriving that morning questioning employees across the park, bantering with a man in a stuffed dragon suit, and getting dragged alongside a sizeable family on more attractions than she’d like to have counted. Amidst all the festive ongoings of a usual West City afternoon at the theme park, Celeste had managed to uncover the identity and location of the owner to this land of fun on more than one occasion. Each time she had inquired to its sale, and as much, received a similar answer to that last in turn.
A rather bothersome individual if ever she met one, tempting it was to simply kill him and take what she wanted. Though it wouldn’t really serve this mere whim any purpose to have everyone running away screaming, at least – not yet that was. The witch had taken on a more casual appearance to her day, her usual robes and decorative hat having been transmogrified into a purple and black city-dweller hoodie; the young woman’s boots having become a pair of hi-top sneakers. Nobody thought to bat much of an eye her direction, save for the occasional neurotic tart who thought her crazy for wearing a skirt this late in the season.
Celeste wandered off from nearby photo booth advertising the Halloween event, to possibly find the nomadic themed buffet hall she had seen somewhere on her way in. With any luck the folk band might still be on for some possible entertainment. It seemed a solid plan for the time being, grab a bite to eat, then resume the merciless press on the owner for the possession to this seeming wonderland.PL: 80,000 | Antisense: On
- attire altered by Transmogrify