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rupert "miles" glass ([info]clowning) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-07-10 13:15:00

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Entry tags:mad hatter, rumplestiltskin

Who: Theo & Miles +1
What: The return of Ra.
Where: Theo's delightful nook & And then to sell a snake in a seedy place!
When: After this.



The hallways were characteristically quiet, save for those who preferred to play their obnoxious love songs to a hearty and throbbing bellow. The bass and endless shrilling of the voices belting out sappy, sickly little lines rattled the thin walls of the less fortunate floors. Miles couldn't help but to feel as if he were a passenger in a gypsy's drum, or a genie inside of a lamp. It was as if he were smashed in between sounds he had to efface out of his--oh, fuck it--he stormed back toward the door he'd passed which he'd thought was surely the culprit, half sprinting. And when he'd arrived there, he kicked the bottom of the wooden door with his steel toed, snake skin boot, as hard as he could manage (which was quite hard.) The sound was as loud as the music and hopefully as surprising and annoying.

He ran like a child who had flung too many matches into the brush of a bullies house, and accidentally set the yard on fire.

The way he'd went down the stairs, so jack-be-nimble and jack-be-swift, could hardly be described as walking or even running. And with how on the final spree of rushing he'd slid down the banister, it could be more accurately referred to as 'flying'.

Ahem.

Straightening himself out was as easy as smoothing down the black t-shirt he wore, which was already unwrinkled, and only smoothed out for personal show. He amused even himself while alone, a habit all people should endeavor to pick up. The tips of his pointed, black, snake skin boots ventured out from 'neath his gray jeans. Yes, Ra did not like jeans, but he liked Miles. All was well. Especially wearing the skin of another species of snake that he so despised! ... Whatever the species may be that comprised his boots, he may never know, but he knew well Ra liked them, as they symbolized the deadness of a fellow snake, and more importantly, so did he.

And to Theo's door he gave a--

Knock-knock-kna-knock-knock.

Knock-knock.



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[info]twodays_slow
2010-07-18 03:12 am UTC (link)
Theo wrinkled his nose at the smell, but a rare moment of pausing for thought decided him against commenting. Normally, he'd not even hesitate before voicing his opinion, but if Miles was attached to the idea of selling the snake in the box to him, it might be best to hold his tongue. He flashed a quick, bright grin at Bruno, nodding politely, and then entered behind Miles. He leaned in to murmur in his friend's ear, "I wondered, but it's worse than what I was expecting."

Oh well. Maybe snakes couldn't smell. He was sure Ra would let them know, if Miles planned to open the box for the man to take a look. Of course, Theo wasn't really fond of the idea of the snake letting them know about his displeasure while Theo was the one holding him. Hm, a dilemma. Perhaps he'd pass him off before that happened.

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[info]clowning
2010-07-18 05:13 am UTC (link)
"Miiiiiiiillllllessss." Smellio oozed, the gray, thick smoke of his cigarette tumbling upward like dragons breath. He billowed around with his elbows bent as elegantly as a dancer, and swatted at his company as if they were flies.

"Smellio," Miles said, gesturing toward Theo and the mystery box. "This is Theo, Theo, Smellio. Take not of the mystery box for me will you? As well the lovely--"

"What wundafoo hats." Smellio ventured. He moved forward once the other few people shuffled off to pretend they were doing something besides eavesdropping. He, enchanted, stared up at the hats with dilated pupils and active eyes, his mouth agape.

"Yes, and hats. And the box, there's a cobra for you..."

Smellio eyed Theo's hat the way a child eyes another child's toy. "Theo, huh? You know Miles from sumwheres?" And then he stared down at the box in horror. "COBRA?!"

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-07-21 03:48 am UTC (link)
Ah, the smelly sir like his hats. Theo tilted his head up proudly, certain he would make a sale after all. If the man liked them upon a glance, how much more would he like them when he knew he could buy them if he pleased?

He was prepared to say something about Chicago and all the wonderful adventures there to explain how he and M knew each other when Smellio reacted quite strangely to news of the snake. "He's a friendly fellow," Theo reassured him. "Barely bites, right?" Oh, he'd heard the warnings from Miles, but Ra had been really pleasant to Theo, at least. Maybe he just didn't think brunettes tasted good? Ah, but in that case, Smellio would be quite safe as well!

Forgetting his reservations about being the one to hold the box when it was opened, Theo thrust it forward. "Want to see?" His smile morphed into a frown when the man leaped back. "At least look!"

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[info]clowning
2010-07-21 04:26 am UTC (link)
"Oh come on!" He'd reassured his stinking, reeling, grimacing associate, his voice dripping with soothing, warm chamomile tea practically, to fill his worried little cup! "You've met Ra, haven't you? He's pleasant to work with and worth quite a lot more than what I'm selling him for. I'll make you a deal. 4,000 instead of ten, you know well he's worth much more!"

Smellio considered the box with a face so crinkled with offense he appeared more like a pug than a man. He'd moistened his lips, puffed the golden end of his fantasia pink cigarette, sighed out the smoke, and crossed his hairy arms. "This is a big responsibility, a cobra!"

"He's a baby! How else would he be able to fit into the box?"

Smellio tap-tap-tap'd his boot, which was pointed and belled like an elf's. "I suppose I could sell her to zoo..."

"Him."

Smellio rolled his eyes at being corrected. "Whatever!"

"By the way, is any show perchance in need of wonderful hats?" He flicked the brim of his. "Theo makes them himself, isn't that right, Theo?"

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-07-23 03:27 pm UTC (link)
"Quite correct! I've many hats, mountains in fact, and I'll make more on order!" Or anyway, indeed, but Theo thought there would be more appeal in knowing he'd do special orders! "Balmorals and beanies, berets and bowlers, capuchons, cloches, fedoras, fezzes, top hats and trilbies, ladies' hats, men's hats, any hats at all." Since he couldn't quite tick them off on his fingers as the named just a few different types of hats, Theo tapped the count off against Ra's box instead. He hoped it didn't disturb the dear snake.

He could have gone on about more and more types of hats, but from the look on Smelly's face he was already overwhelmed by the selection. Well, that was fine. Most people didn't realize how many sorts of hats there were. Theo was glad to educate them, but unlike him most people couldn't remember them if they were presented all at once. Eyes wide, expression solemn, he offered, "I could make a list."

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[info]clowning
2010-07-24 08:44 pm UTC (link)
A pause.

"Yes, yes." Smellio swatted at the air as if a swarm of gnats had mistaken his nose for rotting fruit. But it was, in fact, to wile away the smoke which had accumulated before him. "Make a list and give me. Your snake? I do 4,000. She bite, I look for you!" He waggled his index pointedly at Miles.

"He's a snake. If disgruntled he's of course going to bite! You can't hold me responsible for that."

Smellio sighed; Miles was right. "Fine." He waved over one of his assistants, a midget in a maharajah costume, to take the box from Theo. As well, another midget began rifling through a small, glittery box of money. Counting hundreds between his tiny fingers.

Miles glanced at Theo with a smile. "Snake sold, and hats in the process." He wunk.

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[info]twodays_slow
2010-07-26 07:42 pm UTC (link)
"A particularly productive project," Theo agreed, then extended a hand for Miles to shake. It seemed the way things should be done, after all. "I doubt I'd have done it without you, my dear M." He paid no mind to the others in the room, after that - he was aware of their movements, of course, Theo was usually aware of what went on around him, but until they were giving him money they were of no importance.

When the money was in Miles's hand, he bounced like a child. "Rides, right? And cotton candy?" Oh, the sweet satisfaction of spun sugar.

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