Post by RadiiFox on Apr 30, 2013 2:22:17 GMT -6
Station Square had been a little far too crowded for Castiron's tastes, however the daytime bustled didn't come near the intensity of that of the night's. Especially when she found herself standing on the sidewalk of a dead end road. People were shoving, laughter and odd noises filled the air, and the world around her was lit up by one massive sign that read Casinopolis.
Gunmetal eyes stared the place down. She tilted her head from one side, than the other as if she could inspect the entirety of the building merely from the outside. "Bingo! Found the perfect place to make some bucks!" The red and white shark chimed, thrusting out her hip and letting her hand rest there.
'And with what money you babbling buffoon? You're flat broke.' An eery voice slithered its way into her ear canals. It belonged to her companion, Lockjaw. A creature who much preferred the darkness of the sewers thanks to an intense hatred for noises and disgusting colorful lights. He chose to communicate strictly through telepathy.
"Hey! I'm not a baboon, I'm a shark." That's what he said, right? Baboon? Castiron hadn't quite been listening. The world around her held her attention captive with shimmering lights, and as she chose to enter the casino she found people shrouded in exuberant costumes. The voice came into her mind once more, but her attention was far too immersed in her surroundings to even bother trying to determine what had been said. There were dancers and singers, men in sharp suits toting trays balancing colorful liquids, slot machines binged, dice rolling and shouts sounding over the crowd of voices. Everyone was dressed in suits and beautiful gowns, and here she was in nothing more than the purple bandana around her throat. That just wouldn't do.
"Here's the plan. Obtain awesome clothes, then get rich." The mobian grinned, carefully merging her way into a thick crowd. It didn't take long to spot where the dancers were entering and exit, and when she saw a chance to enter the dressing room; Castiron quickly took it. Mere moments later and out she came in purple pants, a white boa wrapped around her chest, and a ridiculously massive purple and white leopard print fur cloak that sagged to the ground. To top it all off she even managed to grab a hat to match the cape, a pair of glossy golden sunglasses, and a cane.
"Now that I'm fancy," and receiving quite a few baffled stares, "It's time to get rich.
Gunmetal eyes stared the place down. She tilted her head from one side, than the other as if she could inspect the entirety of the building merely from the outside. "Bingo! Found the perfect place to make some bucks!" The red and white shark chimed, thrusting out her hip and letting her hand rest there.
'And with what money you babbling buffoon? You're flat broke.' An eery voice slithered its way into her ear canals. It belonged to her companion, Lockjaw. A creature who much preferred the darkness of the sewers thanks to an intense hatred for noises and disgusting colorful lights. He chose to communicate strictly through telepathy.
"Hey! I'm not a baboon, I'm a shark." That's what he said, right? Baboon? Castiron hadn't quite been listening. The world around her held her attention captive with shimmering lights, and as she chose to enter the casino she found people shrouded in exuberant costumes. The voice came into her mind once more, but her attention was far too immersed in her surroundings to even bother trying to determine what had been said. There were dancers and singers, men in sharp suits toting trays balancing colorful liquids, slot machines binged, dice rolling and shouts sounding over the crowd of voices. Everyone was dressed in suits and beautiful gowns, and here she was in nothing more than the purple bandana around her throat. That just wouldn't do.
"Here's the plan. Obtain awesome clothes, then get rich." The mobian grinned, carefully merging her way into a thick crowd. It didn't take long to spot where the dancers were entering and exit, and when she saw a chance to enter the dressing room; Castiron quickly took it. Mere moments later and out she came in purple pants, a white boa wrapped around her chest, and a ridiculously massive purple and white leopard print fur cloak that sagged to the ground. To top it all off she even managed to grab a hat to match the cape, a pair of glossy golden sunglasses, and a cane.
"Now that I'm fancy," and receiving quite a few baffled stares, "It's time to get rich.