Post by oliver on Jun 10, 2008 14:14:22 GMT -5
It was old, it was abandoned...
It was beautiful.
The old deserted fair grounds.
Pale fingers curled around the wrought gates, face pressed so close to the metal he'd have looked like an anticipating child at a candy store from the other end. Usually ,he'd never have taken advantage of his vampiric ability, but just this once he wanted to indulge himself...
Relive something long past.
"Oh dear what can the matter be..."
He doesn't bother to look around to see if anyone is watching him, just lets his hands slide down the gate towards the chain that keeps it held together.
"Dear, dear what can the matter be..."
His grip tightens around the links, squeezing and pulling with the controlled strength only his kind could display. The metal begins to groan in complaint, even as it slowly gives way to both hand and song.
"Oh dear what can the matter be..."
A sharp 'snap' later, and the metal breaks clean away, slithering down to the ground like a dead snake. And with barely a creak the gates swing open, leaving him free to enter as he pleased.
"Johnny's so long at the fair."
Whistling his way in with his hands linked behind his back, Oliver sidles through the slumbering attractions which would have once been all aglow with lights, now all dark and silent. It's all so nostalgic really, and it makes the vampire turn up a grin ...
Then finally he's reached what he'd been looking for in his mindless wandering; quiet and still like magical creatures frozen in time, painted eyes forever watching. Ah yes, Oliver did so love Merry-Go-Rounds.
It was beautiful.
The old deserted fair grounds.
Pale fingers curled around the wrought gates, face pressed so close to the metal he'd have looked like an anticipating child at a candy store from the other end. Usually ,he'd never have taken advantage of his vampiric ability, but just this once he wanted to indulge himself...
Relive something long past.
"Oh dear what can the matter be..."
He doesn't bother to look around to see if anyone is watching him, just lets his hands slide down the gate towards the chain that keeps it held together.
"Dear, dear what can the matter be..."
His grip tightens around the links, squeezing and pulling with the controlled strength only his kind could display. The metal begins to groan in complaint, even as it slowly gives way to both hand and song.
"Oh dear what can the matter be..."
A sharp 'snap' later, and the metal breaks clean away, slithering down to the ground like a dead snake. And with barely a creak the gates swing open, leaving him free to enter as he pleased.
"Johnny's so long at the fair."
Whistling his way in with his hands linked behind his back, Oliver sidles through the slumbering attractions which would have once been all aglow with lights, now all dark and silent. It's all so nostalgic really, and it makes the vampire turn up a grin ...
Then finally he's reached what he'd been looking for in his mindless wandering; quiet and still like magical creatures frozen in time, painted eyes forever watching. Ah yes, Oliver did so love Merry-Go-Rounds.