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| The Butterbeer Festival | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 16 2017, 07:52 PM (150 Views) | |
| Pumpkin | Apr 16 2017, 07:52 PM Post #1 |
"How do I look?"
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Today was a big day for the town of Poinsetta and Ashlyn alike as one of the most popular artists in Fiore was dropping in for this year's music festival. The Butterbeer Festival is a massive music festival held once a year on par with the size of major production concerts, hosting many talented and popular artists, particularly those with an uprising following. There are also a myriad of fun activities hosted around the event, from both the hosts and the community itself. This year, a particularly well known artist, Lavish, was going to be performing during the main hour of the event. When the lineup was announced a couple of months back, Ashlyn was dying in anticipation as it was and still is her favorite female artist. When they had published the launch date of pre-ordering tickets, she was one of the first hundred to buy a ticket. It wasn't because she feared them selling out the show, but she needed something to convince her to go in case she had any last minute doubts. Ashlyn hadn't ever taken any consideration of going to a concert and, as such, had never gone to one in her life. She had always had a negative stigma surrounding loud noisy things, such as fireworks, meaning that something as loud as a concert would be just as terrible. However, with her love of music and the appearance of Lavish, there just was no way that she couldn't afford taking the risk of attending at least one and seeing what it would be like. The greatest thing about attending was that it would be here in Poinsetta and she wouldn't have to take transportation to get there, saving her stomach of the troubles of the beaten road or rails. She would be able to enjoy a special meal while she attended, enjoy the various performances, get to rock out to some Lavish, and then return home with little to no trouble if everything went swimmingly well. Granted, that was a little much to wish for, but she had high hopes. "Yes, mom. I know to be careful, I always have been." She had been on the phone with her mother discussing her attending, mostly to be sure someone knew where she had last been in case she got lost or worst. It was a little much to worry about, but her mother had always worried over these sorts of things, "Alright, I love you too. Bye!" Placing the phone down, she picked up her purse and keys, heading outside and locking the door. It was only a thirty or so minute walk to the festival, which was much more comforting than getting a friend to take her even if it would only take three minutes. Once she arrived, she'd be met with an ambience unlike one she had heard before. So many voices were talking all at once, varying in volume, and just a cluster of various noises that all blended in together. It was quite disorienting and she felt a little discouraged from trying to navigate through it all so she would find a bench on the outskirts, contemplating whether she should just enjoy the concert from here when it started or swim through that crashing sea of noises. |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Apr 17 2017, 05:29 PM Post #2 |
Verba volant, scripta manent.
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Atlas had to admit that when it came to cities in Fiore, Poinsettia wasn't all that bad of a place. With it's tall, elegant architecture and abundance of urbanized nature, the city fit the bill in terms of design. Yet the people, that was what confused the mage the most. As far as he had gathered, there was no notable export or import of goods into Poinsettia. It was almost as if the citizens lived there just for the heck of it. There was a magic guild he supposed. Whatever the case, Atlas wasn't going to be questioning any of the fine people that lived in the city that day, or at least he didn't think he would be. The mage had come to witness the famed Butterbeer Festival, a musical celebration that one of his friends was supposed to be attending with him that day. Unfortunately, she had gotten sick, so Atlas would be going alone. The mage himself wasn't a huge fan of concerts, but he had promised to bring back a souvenir of some sort. So far, he was having difficulties finding anything. Of course, it really didn't help that Atlas was currently sitting on a bench outside of the main drag. The long walk from the train station to the festival had taken some of the wind out of him. The mage certainly was surprised when a girl sat down next to him. As far as Atlas could tell, he had just been minding his own business up until that point. With shortly cut pink hair and a small frame, she did look kind of cute. Maybe Atlas could strike up a conversation with the girl. "Nice day, isn't it? What brings you to the festival?" he asked, looking at the girl although not too concerned with her appearance. He had to admit, in terms of looks the mage himself wasn't at his best today, wearing a simple black t-shirt that had a band's name emblazoned on it along with jeans and black-and-white sneakers. He hadn't recently done much to his hair, the black strands loosely tied in a ponytail. Well, it was a music festival. So maybe he wasn't too out of place. |
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| 司 Potato | May 4 2017, 08:22 PM Post #3 |
Crème de la Kremlin
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Headache. Big fucking headache. And as usual it Erik could only blame himself. He deserved it, he thought, after all he had been walking all day in the brutal sun just to come to this stupid festival. He was too broke to afford a carriage and he could only hitch hike his way so far. But hey, he wanted to be an adventurer so this is what he got for it. A big painful headache. Okay well the walking and the sun hadn't done it, not paying attention and running head first into a pole. Then after registering his pain, and yanking away he bumped into some big guy holding like 8 glasses of ale, spilling them all over the place. Naturally, the big angry drunk guy was not happy with that and decided to shove poor little Erik who stumbled backwards right into a crowd of people. Some other drunkard broke his fall, and was equally pissed off about being run into, shoving the black haired boy once again for good measure. This was how he died. As a pin ball. Erik stumbled and this time fell, landing face first onto a random pair of feet. He looked up lazily to find himself starring at some lady with pink hair... at least he assumed she was indeed a she... the lack of lady lumps and a proper view of her face made the nature of her gender mysterious. That being said she might be a she but still be a he because well... some people are these days. Erik pulled his face from her feet, his head still ringing from the contact it had made with the pole. "Man... I'm uh sorry I guess.... your feet are comfortable tho" |
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