Not even a foot tall...
characters: Vincent and YOU!
location: Market Place
time: Afternoon of Nov. 16th.
rating: PG to start.
open/closed: OPEN!
summary: So... being six inches tall grows to be a bit of a burden. Looks like silliness!
[Being six inches tall was harder than it seemed. Actually, it was quite hard. Vincent was accustomed to many things. This? He was not. Getting places took longer, so to speak, people seemed intent to step in him, by accident or not. It was not amusing in the slightest. Never mind those stupid roses, hissing things, giggling insipidly. They were all over the blasted city!
So needless to say, Vincent found himself parked on top of a toadstool, one leg curled up and an arm thrown over it. A rather dramatic pose.
Brooding.
He needed time to think of how to make this all work out, perhaps, though te city just seemed intent to work against him, watching the market and all the strangeness going about with an unimpressed eye.]
location: Market Place
time: Afternoon of Nov. 16th.
rating: PG to start.
open/closed: OPEN!
summary: So... being six inches tall grows to be a bit of a burden. Looks like silliness!
[Being six inches tall was harder than it seemed. Actually, it was quite hard. Vincent was accustomed to many things. This? He was not. Getting places took longer, so to speak, people seemed intent to step in him, by accident or not. It was not amusing in the slightest. Never mind those stupid roses, hissing things, giggling insipidly. They were all over the blasted city!
So needless to say, Vincent found himself parked on top of a toadstool, one leg curled up and an arm thrown over it. A rather dramatic pose.
Brooding.
He needed time to think of how to make this all work out, perhaps, though te city just seemed intent to work against him, watching the market and all the strangeness going about with an unimpressed eye.]