Streets of Fandom, Saturday Afternoon
"Now I know this isn't Oz!"
The Scarecrow was going up and down the streets, looking for anything that resembled yellow brick. He gave a thoughtful scratch to his straw-filled head and spun on his heels to go back the way he came.
Five steps in, he tripped over his own feet, or possibly the air right next to his feet, and took a tumble. Bunches of straw fell from his torso and onto the road. "Oh, goodness!" he cried to himself, looking just about as distressed as a man made of straw could ever look. "This just won't do, falling apart all over this strange place!"
A crow flew down and sat on his shoulder. It regarded him curiously for a moment before grabbing a bit of straw in it's beak and flying away again.
"Fine, just fine! Pick at me while I'm down, why don'tcha? Horrible little," and this last the Scarecrow shouted with extra vehemence, "thief!!"
He shook a straw-stuffed glove in the direction the crow had flown as he bounded up from the ground. "I hope the Witch makes a meal outta you!"
With another great, unexplainable sigh, he bounded off in the first direction he saw that was away from the crow, arms swinging overly much at his sides.
[ooc: Open, as streets are wont to be!]
The Scarecrow was going up and down the streets, looking for anything that resembled yellow brick. He gave a thoughtful scratch to his straw-filled head and spun on his heels to go back the way he came.
Five steps in, he tripped over his own feet, or possibly the air right next to his feet, and took a tumble. Bunches of straw fell from his torso and onto the road. "Oh, goodness!" he cried to himself, looking just about as distressed as a man made of straw could ever look. "This just won't do, falling apart all over this strange place!"
A crow flew down and sat on his shoulder. It regarded him curiously for a moment before grabbing a bit of straw in it's beak and flying away again.
"Fine, just fine! Pick at me while I'm down, why don'tcha? Horrible little," and this last the Scarecrow shouted with extra vehemence, "thief!!"
He shook a straw-stuffed glove in the direction the crow had flown as he bounded up from the ground. "I hope the Witch makes a meal outta you!"
With another great, unexplainable sigh, he bounded off in the first direction he saw that was away from the crow, arms swinging overly much at his sides.
[ooc: Open, as streets are wont to be!]