Post by Honest John on Mar 31, 2020 19:49:25 GMT
(Open to all Cursed Thorns and People in Paris. Takes Place in the small streets of Paris around lunchtime)
"Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee. A Thorn's life for me!"
The fox was gayly dancing through the streets. He was happy. Honestly, happiest he'd ever been. He had FULL permission to be as devious and nasty as he wanted. He could swindle, steal and deceive without the worry of the law. HE was the law now, as a soldier of Maleficent's army. It had just been made so easy for him. If only Gideon had crawled out of his hole, wherever that was, his life would be perfect.
Russet tail swishing back as he skipped through the streets he felt the familiar grumblings in his stomach that clued him in that it was lunch time. "Hmmm," he said, tapping his chin, "Now who on this glorious street, this slimy street of the most beautiful city of the world, is going to feed this most powerful soldier?"
He laughed. This was too much fun, honestly. How could one be upset during these war times when you had massive fortresses and cities? When you had restaurants who would just hand you platters of five star food just because you took over their city.
The fox pulled out a seat at one of those restaurants at an outside restaurant. Spotting an ash tray, he pulled a cigar out of his pocket as the trembling waiter came out. "My good fellow," he huffed, lighting the cigar, "I'll have your best. Let's see...um...how about a meat pie with an ale. That's pretty simple, isn't it?"
He puffed in the cigar and then blew the smoke in the waiter's face. "Now then, quickly please. This ferocious soldier is starving."
"Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee. A Thorn's life for me!"
The fox was gayly dancing through the streets. He was happy. Honestly, happiest he'd ever been. He had FULL permission to be as devious and nasty as he wanted. He could swindle, steal and deceive without the worry of the law. HE was the law now, as a soldier of Maleficent's army. It had just been made so easy for him. If only Gideon had crawled out of his hole, wherever that was, his life would be perfect.
Russet tail swishing back as he skipped through the streets he felt the familiar grumblings in his stomach that clued him in that it was lunch time. "Hmmm," he said, tapping his chin, "Now who on this glorious street, this slimy street of the most beautiful city of the world, is going to feed this most powerful soldier?"
He laughed. This was too much fun, honestly. How could one be upset during these war times when you had massive fortresses and cities? When you had restaurants who would just hand you platters of five star food just because you took over their city.
The fox pulled out a seat at one of those restaurants at an outside restaurant. Spotting an ash tray, he pulled a cigar out of his pocket as the trembling waiter came out. "My good fellow," he huffed, lighting the cigar, "I'll have your best. Let's see...um...how about a meat pie with an ale. That's pretty simple, isn't it?"
He puffed in the cigar and then blew the smoke in the waiter's face. "Now then, quickly please. This ferocious soldier is starving."
