Characters: Hellboy and open
Content: Big Red's looking for work, but really he can be encountered anywhere around the festival - he needs a job, but he's also here to enjoy himself just like everyone else
Setting: The Hanami Festival
Time: we'll say tomorrow (Friday), daytime
Warnings: None I can think of . . . unless snarky, deadpan wisecracks warrant a warning LOL
Thick, hoofed feet clopped heavily along as a massive figure in a leather trenchcoat made his way through the throngs of festival-goers. Actually, for as crowded as any given place was, people tended to part and give way to him like repelling magnets. He had no idea why . . . surely it had nothing to do with the fact that he was a demi-human. An eight-foot-plus demi-human. An eight-foot-plus demi-human with broad chest and shoulders, bright red skin, cloven feet, glowing yellow eyes, and a stone cudgel for a right hook.
And a tail. It was probably the tail. Yup.
Heh.
Hellboy ignored the darker looks he got from people as he passed them, giving nods to those who were merely stunned or curious. Most children, oddly enough, tended to smile and wave and get excited over pointing out the "big, red guy" to their parents - they got grins in return. He was enjoying the festival as much as anyone else - he'd missed the last two, but he remembered the several before that . . . and his very first one, the one Father had brought him to as a small boy. His face softened a bit at that thought. This particular day, however, he was taking a break from the festivities. He needed to be sure to at least address this, if not resolve it. He needed a job, and the festival was just as good a place as any to make connections, especially with a variety of air ships. He'd heard a lot about one in particular that sounded promising: the Convoy.
Chewing a little on the cigar between his teeth, he wandered and asked around until he found the right ship. Ah, there it was. If there was someone outside, he'd approach them first. If there happened to be no guard for whatever strange reason (hey, he'd seen worse) . . . well . . . he'd just let himself aboard. He was bound to run across someone eventually that way, right?