03-04-2010, 07:56 AM
A brightly-toned musical montage tangled with the sounds of canned laughter and cheers lightening the mood of where ever it was the preteen had been thrown into, its noises far too repetitive to be considered realistic. Still an unstable heap- Wolf put pressure down through his arms to lift him from the oddly comforting ground beneath him, looking up into a well lit sign clearly depicting where he was...
"Ke-I'll Town?" he had never heard of such a place, never mind the way you would pronounce it. Wolfgang stood wearily and observed beyond the gate entrance at what appeared to be a large building at the forefront of the park, behind that there appeared to be rides of some kind.
It wasn't that prospects of a carnival that had the child hesitating at the multicolored tents set up across the grounds- it was those clowns. He could hear the chatter of his own teeth as somewhere in the park he heard the ominous honk of a particular red rubber nose calling out to him on the painted face of some creepy man with a joyous disposition. Quite pleased with his progress so close to the carnival he began to inch away carefully from the gate, unsure of where he could go just so long as it wasn't in that general direction.
"Ah ah ah," a voice sounding as though it came from all around echoed in response to the little boy's cowardice. "Where do you think you're going? the party is the other way." at that the iron bars slid open to allow admission.
"B-but... there's clowns in there." Wolf could feel his lower lip begin to quiver at the thought of being shot in the face with a dandelion or some other flower of evil.
The voice responded with an annoyed grumble, firing back with an intensified distaste. "Two options. Get pwned out there or get in the game."
Almost instantly tears formed in the pits of the child's eyes. "What's a pwned? I'll get it if you don't make me have to go in there."
To some effect there was a muffled yell of irritation that gave a degree of feedback from where ever the voice had been broadcasting, the best guess would've been that all the technology in the world couldn't properly translate the noise. With little notice, a shovel materialized behind the boy and with one swoop had knocked him clear past the gates and into the park.
Wolf peeled his teary-eyed expression off the floor, scanning the new surroundings intently for even the slightest sign of the chicken juggling or really big shoes. To his surprise an arcade blared sirens and lights maliciously from inside a dark tent where the fully lit screens glorified some story about each fighter from its game, another where the simulated handguns rested in holsters ready to do battle with hordes of zombies. No- there was no time for that, not here... this was clown country.
"Ke-I'll Town?" he had never heard of such a place, never mind the way you would pronounce it. Wolfgang stood wearily and observed beyond the gate entrance at what appeared to be a large building at the forefront of the park, behind that there appeared to be rides of some kind.
It wasn't that prospects of a carnival that had the child hesitating at the multicolored tents set up across the grounds- it was those clowns. He could hear the chatter of his own teeth as somewhere in the park he heard the ominous honk of a particular red rubber nose calling out to him on the painted face of some creepy man with a joyous disposition. Quite pleased with his progress so close to the carnival he began to inch away carefully from the gate, unsure of where he could go just so long as it wasn't in that general direction.
"Ah ah ah," a voice sounding as though it came from all around echoed in response to the little boy's cowardice. "Where do you think you're going? the party is the other way." at that the iron bars slid open to allow admission.
"B-but... there's clowns in there." Wolf could feel his lower lip begin to quiver at the thought of being shot in the face with a dandelion or some other flower of evil.
The voice responded with an annoyed grumble, firing back with an intensified distaste. "Two options. Get pwned out there or get in the game."
Almost instantly tears formed in the pits of the child's eyes. "What's a pwned? I'll get it if you don't make me have to go in there."
To some effect there was a muffled yell of irritation that gave a degree of feedback from where ever the voice had been broadcasting, the best guess would've been that all the technology in the world couldn't properly translate the noise. With little notice, a shovel materialized behind the boy and with one swoop had knocked him clear past the gates and into the park.
Wolf peeled his teary-eyed expression off the floor, scanning the new surroundings intently for even the slightest sign of the chicken juggling or really big shoes. To his surprise an arcade blared sirens and lights maliciously from inside a dark tent where the fully lit screens glorified some story about each fighter from its game, another where the simulated handguns rested in holsters ready to do battle with hordes of zombies. No- there was no time for that, not here... this was clown country.