One Hundred-Thirteenth Question
[Begin Voice Post]
[The muffled sounds of people passing come through first; their footfalls are louder than their speech. Matches being shook in a box can be heard at regular intervals.]
P-please, sir, do you need some matches? Only pennies for them.
[A thin voice comes through, punctuated with the occasional cough.]
...Ma'am, some matches? They are of highest quality! Please buy my ma...ah. Have a good day.
[A small sigh. His next words are barely audible.]
It seems colder today...
[End Voice Post]
((OOC: The Little Match Boy here will be sitting, as pathetically as possible sans both wheelchair and shoes, propped up against something-or-other in the Square today. Buy his matches or he can't go home, and freezing to death by midnight becomes a high possibility! XD))
[The muffled sounds of people passing come through first; their footfalls are louder than their speech. Matches being shook in a box can be heard at regular intervals.]
P-please, sir, do you need some matches? Only pennies for them.
[A thin voice comes through, punctuated with the occasional cough.]
...Ma'am, some matches? They are of highest quality! Please buy my ma...ah. Have a good day.
[A small sigh. His next words are barely audible.]
It seems colder today...
[End Voice Post]
((OOC: The Little Match Boy here will be sitting, as pathetically as possible sans both wheelchair and shoes, propped up against something-or-other in the Square today. Buy his matches or he can't go home, and freezing to death by midnight becomes a high possibility! XD))