RP: Cor, what a soight for sore eyes.
Date: June 17, 2005
Character(s): Stan Shunpike and...
Location: Outskirts of town, walking through town, Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Stan has had enough of the Muggle life, and wants to be around normal, civilised wizards again.
Completion: Incomplete
Gods, how he hated bus travel. It wasn’t so much the bus, itself, although it was horribly uncomfortable and the seats were all about a quarter the size they ought to be. No, it was the infernal slowness of the whole process, the fact that they never left the road, no matter where they were going, the driver was a spineless Muggle who had no sense of creativity, and the rest of the people on the bus were so involved in their books, electronic devices, and screaming children that they didn’t even care how long it took one to get from town to country.
“Oi, lemme off ‘ere,” Stan shouted from his seat. Half a dozen people stared up at him as he stood and coasted his way to the front of the bus. “Wotcher lookin’ at?” he snapped back at them.
The bus driver was old - not as old as Ernie, of course, but old enough to know his way around, and too old to have any sense of adventure left. Just why it was Muggles lost their curiosity and adventurous nature was one of the great mysteries of life, as far as Stan was concerned.
“Just up ‘ere is fine. I kin walk the rest o’ the way.”
He finally obliged, dropping Stan off beside a field of cabbages. The driver looked none too pleased as he drove off - perhaps it had something to do with the screaming children he had to suffer through for the next hour or so.
Stan slung his duffle over his shoulder and looked across the field. As he made his way through the rows and rows of cabbages, the sight of a town began to form on the horizon. It was small - a lot smaller than London, but he could feel the magic emanating from it. “Cor.... ‘at’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
The field stretched out for another half a mile, but it didn’t take Stan long to walk through the mud and find himself at the edge of town.
A wizarding town.
It was strange standing here feeling the magic all around him. He wasn’t exactly sure how he would be received after Azkaban, but it didn’t matter really. If there were any officials around, they could set things straight if anyone caused any trouble.
“Not much of a place, is it?” he grumbled to himself as he wandered down Alpha. “They call dis a Wizarding town? Well, I s’pose it ain’t done yet, is it?” He sniffled, adjusted the waistband on his trousers and the duffle bag on his back and proceeded onward.
“First ordah o’ business: find the pub. Second ordah o’ business: find a place ta stay.”
Character(s): Stan Shunpike and...
Location: Outskirts of town, walking through town, Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Stan has had enough of the Muggle life, and wants to be around normal, civilised wizards again.
Completion: Incomplete
Gods, how he hated bus travel. It wasn’t so much the bus, itself, although it was horribly uncomfortable and the seats were all about a quarter the size they ought to be. No, it was the infernal slowness of the whole process, the fact that they never left the road, no matter where they were going, the driver was a spineless Muggle who had no sense of creativity, and the rest of the people on the bus were so involved in their books, electronic devices, and screaming children that they didn’t even care how long it took one to get from town to country.
“Oi, lemme off ‘ere,” Stan shouted from his seat. Half a dozen people stared up at him as he stood and coasted his way to the front of the bus. “Wotcher lookin’ at?” he snapped back at them.
The bus driver was old - not as old as Ernie, of course, but old enough to know his way around, and too old to have any sense of adventure left. Just why it was Muggles lost their curiosity and adventurous nature was one of the great mysteries of life, as far as Stan was concerned.
“Just up ‘ere is fine. I kin walk the rest o’ the way.”
He finally obliged, dropping Stan off beside a field of cabbages. The driver looked none too pleased as he drove off - perhaps it had something to do with the screaming children he had to suffer through for the next hour or so.
Stan slung his duffle over his shoulder and looked across the field. As he made his way through the rows and rows of cabbages, the sight of a town began to form on the horizon. It was small - a lot smaller than London, but he could feel the magic emanating from it. “Cor.... ‘at’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
The field stretched out for another half a mile, but it didn’t take Stan long to walk through the mud and find himself at the edge of town.
A wizarding town.
It was strange standing here feeling the magic all around him. He wasn’t exactly sure how he would be received after Azkaban, but it didn’t matter really. If there were any officials around, they could set things straight if anyone caused any trouble.
“Not much of a place, is it?” he grumbled to himself as he wandered down Alpha. “They call dis a Wizarding town? Well, I s’pose it ain’t done yet, is it?” He sniffled, adjusted the waistband on his trousers and the duffle bag on his back and proceeded onward.
“First ordah o’ business: find the pub. Second ordah o’ business: find a place ta stay.”