-the first passerby-
-an old, homeless man-
-his eyes glitter with the flames of madness-
-he speaks with the frenzied passion of a dude who is crazy-
Lo! Dream ye still of lost Carcosa?
-the twirling attracts a small crowd-
-people ooh and aah at Travis's mad skills-
edited 30th Jun '14 6:23:50 PM by thespacephantom
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-his eyes roll upwards into his skull-
-he begins uttering fragmented stanzas of some eldritch poetry, telling of the fabled city of Carcosa. It is a song of regret, and a song of suffering, that hearkens back to an era long since forgotten by man-
-meanwhile, Travis is amazing the locals-
Woah!!!
Duuuuude! Radical!
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-the sign hits the old man in the head-
-he screeches, unnaturally-
-but dot-
-the brochure, it calls to you-
-Dot look-
-it is those two guys-
Woah, dude! Did you see that!
Yeah, bro! Radical!
-travis look-
-the old man looks a bit different now-
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(she smiles and nods)
Glad to hear it.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani