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paradisa2012-03-25 09:59 pm
the_storyteller) wrote in paradisa2012-03-25 09:59 pm
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[Paradisa is not the most colorful place. The inside is particularly drab; the exterior of the castle, too, leaves quite a lot to be desired. Everything is so very monotone.
And Clopin isn't going to stand for that.
Of course, he isn't entirely sure where he is, and in his search for answers to that question, he's been perusing the journal he found amidst his very few personal belongings. It's been quite informative--particularly on the matter of wishes being granted.
So, shortly after coming to Paradisa against his will and finding it bland and certainly not prepared to his liking for the grand arrival of a gypsy king, he has decided to take this matter into his own hands... beginning with the main entrance to the castle. He's standing outside, barking orders.]
Castle! Drapery--purple and gold, perhaps--please!
[And the castle delivers. In a pile on the ground in front of him, rather than hanging above the entrance as he'd been hoping.]
So funny, so funny, Castle! You are a kidder, aren't you?
[Oh, well. He starts throwing the drapes around on the ground instead. Much less dignified, but they'll be a nice place to practice a few cartwheels when he's finished, anyhow.]
And Clopin isn't going to stand for that.
Of course, he isn't entirely sure where he is, and in his search for answers to that question, he's been perusing the journal he found amidst his very few personal belongings. It's been quite informative--particularly on the matter of wishes being granted.
So, shortly after coming to Paradisa against his will and finding it bland and certainly not prepared to his liking for the grand arrival of a gypsy king, he has decided to take this matter into his own hands... beginning with the main entrance to the castle. He's standing outside, barking orders.]
Castle! Drapery--purple and gold, perhaps--please!
[And the castle delivers. In a pile on the ground in front of him, rather than hanging above the entrance as he'd been hoping.]
So funny, so funny, Castle! You are a kidder, aren't you?
[Oh, well. He starts throwing the drapes around on the ground instead. Much less dignified, but they'll be a nice place to practice a few cartwheels when he's finished, anyhow.]
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