-Half an hour before current events in Gia Panta-
Ashley and Chris walked down the busy street together, both wearing their usual clothes and attracting quite a few glances because of it. A fancily dressed hybrid with a cloak and a pale emo elf with claw-like hands, antennae and various black clothing and odd clothing. They certainly attracted a lot of attention but Chris and Ashley had learnt the universal lesson that if you walk around with the air of someone who has every right to be there, most people will just go along with it. They stopped at Stapler Street, one of the busiest and more expensive areas of the city and looked around.
Yes, I think this will do Chris said as he stepped into an abandoned side alley and studied the width. This should be wide enough to set up. He dropped his bags on the ground and crouched then to open them. Ashley walked over and joined him with his own bags. We shouldn’t be doing this Chris, it’s wrong and don’t try skirting around that fact. Oh, come on. It’s not like the people around here are going to miss it, they’re all a bunch of toffs who only carry petty cash around here. If it’s petty cash, why are you trying to take it, you’re rich, remember? Well yes, I am fabulously rich, but I meant that I’m robbing these people because if I robbed anyone else it would actually make a huge difference. The only thing that these people will lose is their pride, and frankly, most of them have too much of it.
He stood up with two white sticks under his arms and stuck them at the entrance to the alley. It’s still wrong. Ashley said disapprovingly as he set up another two poles further back from the entrance, creating a square. Chris pulled out another thicker stick and placed it in the middle of the square. Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah, I get it. If it’s so wrong, then why are you helping me? I get lonely during the day without you. Ashley said as he started to sulk. He pushed a small button on the middle of the centre pole, causing the pole and the others to suddenly shoot up in length, the middle one expanding to 3 metres in height, the others about 2 and a half. You seem to get lonely during the night as well. Chris muttered as he began to unfold a box-like object. I’m sorry, what was that? Ashley said icily as he pulled out a big purple ball of fabric and turned to focus on Chris. Nothing, nothing. He quickly replied as the unfolded the legs of the table and placed it outside the square. Damn right, nothing Ashley said loudly, smirking as he threw the ball of fabric over the poles.
-fifteen minutes later-
A small crowd had gather outside the purple stall. There was a plain table with a black sparkly cloth hanging over it, there was nothing on it apart from a small plain wooden bowl with a little note that said “tips” but people weren’t noticing that. Behind the table was a dark purple shelter, the top corners of the roof were covered in sequins and ribbons which were in turn covered with stars and moons and glitter and the like. The pointed top of the shelter had a picture stuck on the top of it of a 2-D top hat with coloured lines spraying from behind it and a rabbit sticking its head out the top. The entrance to the shelter was nearly closed; there was a tiny, tiny, little line between the entrance-ways which little lines of changing colour could be seen through.
The movement behind the closed curtains suddenly stopped, after a few seconds the crowd started to lean forward to try and get a better look from the sides. With strained ears they began to hear muttering in hushed tones from inside the stall. As one, they turned their heads to the side to try and get a better hear. There seemed to be an argument going on inside but the words couldn’t be deciphered. The two voices spoke rapidly to each other, sometimes overlapping, until they began to rise to a climax, hushing loudly before the sudden silence.
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN boomed a voice from the shelter, jerking back the crowd. BOYS AND GIRLS OF ALL AGES, PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE SHOW OF A LIFETIME, SCENES THAT WILL AMAZE AND ASTOUND YOUR SIMPLE MORTAL MINDS, WELCOME, TO the MAGICAL MISTOFFELEE’S MAGIC SHOW. Chris yelled as he slid out of the tent with a microphone to his lips, tipping his hat to the crowd. You keep the money rolling, we keep the tricks acoming. Finished Ashley as he came out in his [url=http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k311/ ... 48e7c0.jpg]dress[url] smiling innocently at the crowd, as he flicked some hair out of his eyes, blushing with apparent embarrassment. He’d added some hair extensions and had his hair down to a bit below his shoulders now; the dress fell down to just above the ground, easily hiding the worn doc martens beneath.
That’s right folks, we’ll just take in a quick deposit before we get the show on the way. Chris said as he somersaulted over the table and held out his hat to a group of young ladies, grinning rakishly at them as they quickly handed in some silvers. Ashley slowly walked around the table to pick up the bowl and walked to another group of young men. He held out his arm from his body, faking shyness as he turned away from them and giving them a timid little smile after they dropped in some coins before quickly moving on.
Right, right, right. Muttered Chris as he walked back to the table with Ashley, their backs to their crowd. Chris quickly poured in the coins, notes, and jewellery into Ashley’s bowl before sweeping it on to face the crowd as Ashley quickly ran into the crowd with the misbegotten spoils. One sec folks. He said cheerfully as Ashley carefully returned with a three empty black cups and a small grey ball. He gave the crowd another quick grin before hiding behind his fringe and turning to the side again as he fiddled with his hands and the small grey ball. Ok, I seem to have all my magic potions. Chris said dramatically as he wiggled his hands over the vials and at the crowd. You sir, the bald fellow, would you care to come here please? Chris asked to a fat man in a dark green suit. The man slowly wobbled over to Chris and was pulled around to the back of the table.
Now sir, please check up my sleeves for anything odd. Chris stretched out his arms towards the man who stuck his hand up Chris’s first sleeve and pulled out a wand, a yellow potion, a green potion and a magazine of scantily-clad woman. Woops. Chris yelled as he snatched away the magazine. Hehehe, a little mistake there. He chuckled nervously before having his face suddenly banged into the table by a wrathful, vengeful and angry Ashley who pulled the magazine out of Chris’s hand, chucked it into the crowd and dragged Chris, kicking and screaming, into the tent by his hair. The fat man stood there and grinned slightly at the crowd before he looked worryingly at the tent along with the rest of the crowd who leaned in again to listen to the screaming and pleading, the men had a sympathetic look on their face, the woman were nodding with agreement and smirking smugly and the children were either wondering what the problem was or trying to get a look at the violence in the tent.
After a couple of smashs, screams of pain and a couple of possible insults possibly involving someone’s ancestors or offspring, Chris bounded out again with the same grin he’d had at the start of the show except now with a growing black eye, a bleeding lip and a limp, followed by a glaring Ashley who gave a quick, empty smile to the crowd before poking Chris in the back and motioning at him to get started. Chris winced as he stepped forward, grinned embarrassingly at the fat man and began to mix up the chemicals in the three black cups. He checked a pocket and seemed to have misplaced something, he walked into the crown and began to pull out flowers, birds, small change from people’s ears, pockets handbags as he bumped and jostled around the people before eventually, after a quiet, but very clear and forceful cough from Ashley, pulling out a purple ball from a man’s nose.
He quickly ran from the confused man back to the table and dropped the ball into, the now, orange-filled cup and threw the cup into the fat man’s face. The man bellowed in angry surprise and the crowd systematically leaned away and towards the mad, trying to get to a safe distance and for a better look at the same time. The man stepped towards a slightly puzzled and growingly alarmed Chris before he also stopped with a confused look on his face. He scratched his head, and gripped the growing hairs on top of his head. The crowd surged forwards again as the black hair began to really spread from the previously bald man’s head. The crowd clapped and whopped loudly as the man joyfully embraced Chris before letting him pull away and walk back into the shelter.
The man walked back into the crowd with his arms raised, laughing with joy and pride as the crowd tried to feel his hair and get past him towards the table where the miracle hair-restoring formula was. The crowd fought ferociously, but carefully, over the vial as the man said to the people around him. “The amazing thing is that my hair used to be blond before, I must repay this man, I’ll just…just…where’s my wallet?”
- about five minutes now before current events-
Chris and Ashley legged it down the alley as the small grey ball Ashley had left in the shelter began to emit smoke that quickly filled the alley behind them. How long do you think we’ve got until they realise they’re missing their money? A yell of rage bellowed from behind them, quickly followed by another couple of angry shouts and yells and a few calls of “thief” and some other various words that made Chris and Ashley blush as the crowd pushed into the shelter and tripped over the sticks and boxes and their fallen comrades in the smoke. About five seconds ago. Replied Ashley as he pulled up the front of his skirt and jogged after Chris awkwardly, pulling the hair extensions out with his free hand.
At least we don’t have to worry about fatty coming after us. Chris said optimisticly as he skidded ahead round a corner. At least until his hair goes on fire. It’s a minor blip in the reaction, it only happens 80% of the time, I’ll have it fixed by the end of the week. Chris quickly replied holding onto his hat as he sped up. That’s what you said to the last guy you tried it on last month. Ashley said critically as he grabbed the bottom of the dress with both hands and hitched them up. Hey, we gave him compensation. He sued. Yeah, a little. It’s starting to rain now as well. At least now tubby's hair won’t be so bad. The rain will stop it from lighting up? Well…no, but at least there’ll be water around to put it out. Ashley growled as it started to pour down.
Great, I’m running through the back-end of the street with a magician from an angry mob while I’m in a pretty pink dress in the pouring rain and now my hair is getting in my eyes and I’m generally starting to look terrible. Yeah, but we probably won’t meet anyone around here, we’ll be fine, it’s not like the Grim’s are after us. They definitely aren’t after us? Ashley asked as he glared suspiciously at Chris again. I’m telling you, they have no reason to be after me. You sure? Yessss, I promise, again. How come whenever we go out it always ends up like this? What, being chased by an angry mod down the street in the pouring rain while wearing ridiculous costumes? I meant badly, but that also seems to happen a lot now that you mention it…apart from the rain. Yeah, it hardly ever seems to rain when we go out. That is quite nice. Yeah.
Chris looked back at Ashley and ran his eyes up and down him as he splashed through the puddles. Wow, you do look stupid in that pink dress and the doc martens. Shut up. Very pretty though. Ashley scowled instinctively at Chris again, before brightening up slightly. Really, you think I look pretty? Yeah, very cute. Ashley grinned happily and straightened up as he ran. Thanks. He said quietly after a few seconds. You’re welcome. Chris said smugly as they ran on through the streets and the storm began to pick up.
-"I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized."