Better Late than Dead - Julian's Trial
Jul 27, 2016 6:59:52 GMT
Zona K. Noakes, Lasair Landevier Lupen, and 1 more like this
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 27, 2016 6:59:52 GMT
Open to Julian Darknoll and CAEsAL personel
As the curtain closed for the last show of the evening, the largest and grandest theater in the district (lovingly referred to as the Main Theater) closed up shop; the cleaning crew began moving in as all the day time workers headed home for the night. It wasn’t more than an hour after the cleaning crew were working when new faces entered the theater. Some came through back doors, other a side entrance, and others still climbed down from some unknown part of the rafter. Yet they all arrived, trickling in one by one as they all made their way to a specific destination: a broom closet located in the corner of the backstage area.
The first shadowy figure to arrive had a young face that appeared halfway between being a boy and being a girl. The young kid opened the door and stepped into the closet, fiddling with something for a moment before the back wall moved, revealing a staircase downwards. The hooded figure had a bit of blond hair sticking out of the top, visible as they walked down the stairs, dragging a large child-sized sack along with them.
Upon reaching the bottom, the sack was opened and the person dumped out of it. The young lad had pitch black hair and a tired expression. His hands were tied behind his back and the kid moved him around to sit him upright, leaning against one of the walls. There were other people in the room, chatting amongst themselves about the “fresh meat” being brought in today. Following the first arrival, two more followed, each carried by a different person than the last. Once all three potential new recruits were lined up, everyone waited for them to wake up.
“They’re taking too long,” a man commented from the corner. “Do something about it, Matches.”
“It ain’t been that long, Bones,” another man replied. “But fine, gimme that bucket so I can dump it on ‘em.” The previous man, Bones, was all too eager to hoist the bucket of water up and hand it to Matches. The water in question was resting in a mop bucket. How much it had been used since the last change was a mystery, however.
As Matches dumped the bucket over the three, Bones began laughing and called out: “Rise and shine, sleepin' beauties!”
As the curtain closed for the last show of the evening, the largest and grandest theater in the district (lovingly referred to as the Main Theater) closed up shop; the cleaning crew began moving in as all the day time workers headed home for the night. It wasn’t more than an hour after the cleaning crew were working when new faces entered the theater. Some came through back doors, other a side entrance, and others still climbed down from some unknown part of the rafter. Yet they all arrived, trickling in one by one as they all made their way to a specific destination: a broom closet located in the corner of the backstage area.
The first shadowy figure to arrive had a young face that appeared halfway between being a boy and being a girl. The young kid opened the door and stepped into the closet, fiddling with something for a moment before the back wall moved, revealing a staircase downwards. The hooded figure had a bit of blond hair sticking out of the top, visible as they walked down the stairs, dragging a large child-sized sack along with them.
Upon reaching the bottom, the sack was opened and the person dumped out of it. The young lad had pitch black hair and a tired expression. His hands were tied behind his back and the kid moved him around to sit him upright, leaning against one of the walls. There were other people in the room, chatting amongst themselves about the “fresh meat” being brought in today. Following the first arrival, two more followed, each carried by a different person than the last. Once all three potential new recruits were lined up, everyone waited for them to wake up.
“They’re taking too long,” a man commented from the corner. “Do something about it, Matches.”
“It ain’t been that long, Bones,” another man replied. “But fine, gimme that bucket so I can dump it on ‘em.” The previous man, Bones, was all too eager to hoist the bucket of water up and hand it to Matches. The water in question was resting in a mop bucket. How much it had been used since the last change was a mystery, however.
As Matches dumped the bucket over the three, Bones began laughing and called out: “Rise and shine, sleepin' beauties!”