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2009-09-12, 02:26 PM
Daren Crepsley passes through the billowing flaps of his tent, Madam Octa following close behind him, the affectionate spider giving him a nuzzle that would have brought any other man to wetting himself.
The flash of bulb camera behind you was still bright, and the flashes still burned in your eyes leaving spots that floated in your vision for a few seconds, but nothing you weren't used to since the Press got wind of the Cirque being in town.
You navigate around Paparazzi, and screaming children who run terrified from the giant spider, and come into your room, the single light bulb that hung loosely from the jury rigged electrical system casting a dim light over the room, leaving little unliluminated in the small space, a coffin near the otherside of the room. You draw a bottle of "Red Gatorade" (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.), and unscrew the screw top, taking a swig of the thick liquid.
As you sit down to manage some basic aspects of life, and enjoy a good bottle, all of the lights in the Cirque, the City, and hell even the creepy Red neck 30 miles out in his shed in the woods running on a generator loses power , but only for a instant, the scream of a small child punctutes that instant though, and then... Silence.
The flash of bulb camera behind you was still bright, and the flashes still burned in your eyes leaving spots that floated in your vision for a few seconds, but nothing you weren't used to since the Press got wind of the Cirque being in town.
You navigate around Paparazzi, and screaming children who run terrified from the giant spider, and come into your room, the single light bulb that hung loosely from the jury rigged electrical system casting a dim light over the room, leaving little unliluminated in the small space, a coffin near the otherside of the room. You draw a bottle of "Red Gatorade" (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.), and unscrew the screw top, taking a swig of the thick liquid.
As you sit down to manage some basic aspects of life, and enjoy a good bottle, all of the lights in the Cirque, the City, and hell even the creepy Red neck 30 miles out in his shed in the woods running on a generator loses power , but only for a instant, the scream of a small child punctutes that instant though, and then... Silence.