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How about a little performance, cher?
By: Manik LaPanik Date: October 28, 2016, 3:18 pm
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Meanwhile in a park ,
A young dainty yet masculine grey hedgehog was juggling with
knives while singing : "We sat on the edge
Of worlds today
The light of the sundown's on my fate
And we're tried and true
Our souls we bare
You promised to love me for some time
So don't let me fall, don't let me fall" He samg slowly and with
a faint accent in his charming voice. It didn't took long before
the autorities came by because he was juggling with sharp
metallic objects. He was quickly interrupted by one of the
police officer who ordered him to stop. He wasn't used to it.
"Sir, put the knives down. Its an order!." He raised an eyebrow
and smirked. "Fine Monsieur, that i will. If it makes you feel
safer, how about flowers ?" He chuckled and every knives he
catched and thrown up in the air turned into white roses until
he catched them all. Making a bouquet with them. "Sir let me see
some ID" Off course the dog in a blue uniform commanded him.
Manik supposed it was the guy's job but he didn't like recieving
orders. "Sure, would you kindly hold this for me?" He asked
gently to the officer and as he handed over the bouquet Manik
catched the other male's arm and whispered to him: "On the count
of three, you will fall asleep. 1,2,3." The officer closed his
eyes and lowered his head."Still with me officer?" The dog
nodded."Good when, you'll wake up, you'll have seen my "ID" and
my license as a street performer and you will enjoy the show."
The officer nodded again."Perfect love, now you will wake up at
the count of three. One, two, three."
He apparently still hasn't lost his touch with hypnosis. He told
the officer he could keep the flowers who were quickly passed to
a civilian. He wasn't mad, after all who would accept flowers
from a stranger? He gave his signature smile to the civilians
and a few of them stopped to watch and even dropped him a few
rings.
"Thanks to you all. Now how about a little show?"
The grey Hedgehog pulled out a few rings out of his pockets and
intertwined them with a flick of the wrist. "Now you see these
three rings? I will multiply them and even more!" His tiny
public laughed with the performer. He shook them and thrown
them in the air and each and everyone of them duplicated and
exploded turning into confettis.
"The show is free , although you can leave tips." He said
jokingly. The "public" seemed charmed by the street performer.
Though after a couple of minutes they grew bored of his little
performances. A few of them left and it encouraged the rest to
do the same. His signature smile turned into a frown and picked
up his things before looking at how much he earned."Ugh, just
enough for a coffee. Well that's good enough." He took a stroll
through the park and stopped by a coffee shop and waited in
line.
"Are lines always zis long?" When he wasn't performing he didn't
hide his accent and especially when complaining. The person
standing in front of him sighed. "Ho, sorry. Did i bother you?
i'm sorry i did not know zat you were ...what's ze word?.."He
said on a very rude tone to the one in front of you. He was
definately making a scene the barista on the other side of the
counter seemed annoyed. Apparently he wasn't much appreciated
and changed his voice and walked past the line poking every
individuals whispering to them." You, you, you, you and you will
fall asleep and when you will wake up let me have my coffee and
forget it ever happen. Okay? Now on the count of three you will
wake up. One, two, three."
He walked to the counter and snatched one already waiting
leaving the rings on the counter and left the establishement
taking a sip of his beverage and spat it on the floor. "Pfffft!
What is zis? How can someone drink zat thing? And how does it
smell like pie and spices? It soo gross!" He walked passed
another customer and did the switcharoo trick with that random
person. He got lucky because this one was black and corsé. Just
bitter enough not to complain of the taste and quality(well lack
off). While "enjoying" this nasty and bitter warm beverage he
headed to the park where he could sit and relax.
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