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picture_prompt_funTitle: The Carnival
Fandom: Shadow Hearts: From the New World
Characters: Johnny, Mao
Words: 352
Tags: alcohol and tobacco, creepy animal costumes, creepy inanimate objects with faces, theft, roulette
A fill forpicture_prompt_fun and fffc advent calendars, day 8
Johnny and Mao hid inside the bell tower of the town hall, watching the parade; Johnny because he wanted a better vantage point to take photographs of the various floats, costumes and lanterns as they were promenaded through the city centre's plaza, somewhere away from the crowds of other people trying to do the same; Mao because he had just stolen a plate of fried shrimp and a bottle of beer from the market stalls and he needed to lie low for a while, or, as was currently the case, drunkenly stagger around almost falling out of the domed arches and casting weird shadows on the illuminated clock face that they were lucky nobody was particularly curious about, what with a procession of brightly coloured festival floats to marvel at. The vague theme was supposed to be Christmas but mixed in with the usual Santas, baubles, trees, puddings and so on, was also a good number of random vehicles, woodland animals and products that the sponsoring businesses happened to want to advertise.
Johnny could only guess that the spectral after-images, ghostly swirls and orbs in cold blue and malign red, showing up on every one of the pictures he took, were coming from one of the rather evil-looking giant animal costumes that followed the floats around, waving at terrified children and fixing them with their frozen grins and too-large teeth. Either that, or the little train with a face that had advertisements for cigars plastered all over the sides of the carriages. Or maybe that weird kite thing...
"It's in your gingerbread men," said Mao suddenly. Johnny yelped, spat out the legs of the biscuit he had half-consumed, then dropped the paper bag. As he frantically tried to angle his camera, set to distance shots but now needing to take a close-up, the giant cat purred his mirth, picked up the bag and stuffed the whole thing into his hamster-like cheeks.
"Only joking," he apologised, chuckling to himself.
"You know, you are very close to the edge of that balcony," warned Johnny as he corrected the zoom on his camera once again.
Fandom: Shadow Hearts: From the New World
Characters: Johnny, Mao
Words: 352
Tags: alcohol and tobacco, creepy animal costumes, creepy inanimate objects with faces, theft, roulette
A fill for
picture_prompt_fun and fffc advent calendars, day 8Johnny and Mao hid inside the bell tower of the town hall, watching the parade; Johnny because he wanted a better vantage point to take photographs of the various floats, costumes and lanterns as they were promenaded through the city centre's plaza, somewhere away from the crowds of other people trying to do the same; Mao because he had just stolen a plate of fried shrimp and a bottle of beer from the market stalls and he needed to lie low for a while, or, as was currently the case, drunkenly stagger around almost falling out of the domed arches and casting weird shadows on the illuminated clock face that they were lucky nobody was particularly curious about, what with a procession of brightly coloured festival floats to marvel at. The vague theme was supposed to be Christmas but mixed in with the usual Santas, baubles, trees, puddings and so on, was also a good number of random vehicles, woodland animals and products that the sponsoring businesses happened to want to advertise.
Johnny could only guess that the spectral after-images, ghostly swirls and orbs in cold blue and malign red, showing up on every one of the pictures he took, were coming from one of the rather evil-looking giant animal costumes that followed the floats around, waving at terrified children and fixing them with their frozen grins and too-large teeth. Either that, or the little train with a face that had advertisements for cigars plastered all over the sides of the carriages. Or maybe that weird kite thing...
"It's in your gingerbread men," said Mao suddenly. Johnny yelped, spat out the legs of the biscuit he had half-consumed, then dropped the paper bag. As he frantically tried to angle his camera, set to distance shots but now needing to take a close-up, the giant cat purred his mirth, picked up the bag and stuffed the whole thing into his hamster-like cheeks.
"Only joking," he apologised, chuckling to himself.
"You know, you are very close to the edge of that balcony," warned Johnny as he corrected the zoom on his camera once again.
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Date: 2018-12-11 04:14 am (UTC)Love how you nail the dialogue between Mao and Johnny too. <3
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Date: 2018-12-11 01:30 pm (UTC)