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Candy & the Little Children.!
Wow so yeah all three rps that are floating around right now were started by me. Lame.
A golden tail swished behind him, the metal inside keeping the addition a curl above the side walk. A hood was drawn over the boy's head, and his nose a rosy red as it was considerably cold for a Halloween night, which left his improvised costume a shamble in vain attempts to keep him warm. Crow's handiwork showed - messily drawn together clip on earings, a very haphazard pony tail thrown into Zenick's shoulder brushing hair. He was not blonde, but in the child's eyes he was a damn fine Zidane. Speaking of his costume designer, the boy's sister was not in his presence, but little did the 6 year old care - They lived in the crappy part of town, he was used to his own exploits. His fingers wiggled in his woolen mittens that were stolen expertly from his father and much, much too big, a perfect fit for 'hero' gloves. He bounced up the last step and towards the ruddy house, amazed by the orange porch light. Someone must of spent some money for that - not something they often did. He rocked to his toes in order to push the door bell, and instantly smacked a smile onto his face. "Trick or Treat!" he chimed without missing a beat as the door swung open, before letting out a terrified shriek.
"Trick or Treat, Belzeblub."
A golden tail swished behind him, the metal inside keeping the addition a curl above the side walk. A hood was drawn over the boy's head, and his nose a rosy red as it was considerably cold for a Halloween night, which left his improvised costume a shamble in vain attempts to keep him warm. Crow's handiwork showed - messily drawn together clip on earings, a very haphazard pony tail thrown into Zenick's shoulder brushing hair. He was not blonde, but in the child's eyes he was a damn fine Zidane. Speaking of his costume designer, the boy's sister was not in his presence, but little did the 6 year old care - They lived in the crappy part of town, he was used to his own exploits. His fingers wiggled in his woolen mittens that were stolen expertly from his father and much, much too big, a perfect fit for 'hero' gloves. He bounced up the last step and towards the ruddy house, amazed by the orange porch light. Someone must of spent some money for that - not something they often did. He rocked to his toes in order to push the door bell, and instantly smacked a smile onto his face. "Trick or Treat!" he chimed without missing a beat as the door swung open, before letting out a terrified shriek.
"Trick or Treat, Belzeblub."
Last edited by CrushedSoul on Thu Oct 29, 2009 4:03 pm; edited 2 times in total
