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paixaorpg2008-07-02 11:32 pm
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Can't Hear the Circulation Bell From Here [COMPLETE]
Character: Spot and Beat
Content: Spot arrives at Paixao and meets Beat.
Setting:Niflheim Gate
Time: Say late afternoon-ish
Warnings: No idea yet
Newsies all over New York City were celebrating the success of the strike. On every street corner, you could hear them calling out the headlines even louder than normal and when they'd sold off their last paper of the day, Spot Conlon and his fellow Brooklyn newsies had taken to the East River, congratulating Spot and each other. It was a hot summer day in the city, and even the pink suspendered newsie himself couldn't keep out of the water, especially after the morning they'd had. He stripped down to his skivvies and jumped in, relishing the cool water of the river until his lungs started burning for air.
There was something definitely wrong with the scenery when he came back up, though. No skyscrapers, no docks, no newsies cheering each other on, just . . . nothing. Or, well, there was plant life and such, and what looked like a giant building, but Spot didn't recognize any of it. So where was he? He'd jumped into the East River from the Brooklyn side. But he wasn't in Brooklyn anymore. The nearest Spot could tell, he must have gotten caught in a current without realizing it and been dragged down-river towards the Bay and the ocean. He'd gotten lucky and hit land, though, which meant one thing: "Oh great. I must be in Joisey."
The fact that his clothes were waiting for him on the shore turned off an alarm in Spot's head, but he ignored it for the moment, getting dressed and following the building around until he found a line of people who seemed to be waiting to get into the building. Spot bypassed them all, heading towards the man at the gate to ask him where he was but before he could say anything the man asked him his name, gave him some sort of . . . he didn't even know how to describe it, and welcomed him to "Pie Show."
"Must be some kinda bakin' convention or sumpin'," Spot muttered to himself as he headed inside the building and looking around for someone that looked like they knew what was going on.
Content: Spot arrives at Paixao and meets Beat.
Setting:Niflheim Gate
Time: Say late afternoon-ish
Warnings: No idea yet
Newsies all over New York City were celebrating the success of the strike. On every street corner, you could hear them calling out the headlines even louder than normal and when they'd sold off their last paper of the day, Spot Conlon and his fellow Brooklyn newsies had taken to the East River, congratulating Spot and each other. It was a hot summer day in the city, and even the pink suspendered newsie himself couldn't keep out of the water, especially after the morning they'd had. He stripped down to his skivvies and jumped in, relishing the cool water of the river until his lungs started burning for air.
There was something definitely wrong with the scenery when he came back up, though. No skyscrapers, no docks, no newsies cheering each other on, just . . . nothing. Or, well, there was plant life and such, and what looked like a giant building, but Spot didn't recognize any of it. So where was he? He'd jumped into the East River from the Brooklyn side. But he wasn't in Brooklyn anymore. The nearest Spot could tell, he must have gotten caught in a current without realizing it and been dragged down-river towards the Bay and the ocean. He'd gotten lucky and hit land, though, which meant one thing: "Oh great. I must be in Joisey."
The fact that his clothes were waiting for him on the shore turned off an alarm in Spot's head, but he ignored it for the moment, getting dressed and following the building around until he found a line of people who seemed to be waiting to get into the building. Spot bypassed them all, heading towards the man at the gate to ask him where he was but before he could say anything the man asked him his name, gave him some sort of . . . he didn't even know how to describe it, and welcomed him to "Pie Show."
"Must be some kinda bakin' convention or sumpin'," Spot muttered to himself as he headed inside the building and looking around for someone that looked like they knew what was going on.
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