rhys kinlan ; steals hearts (stealhearts) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-14 13:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !group thread, !plot: founders festival, aisling wilde, cian wilde, rhys kinlan |
WHO: Rhys Kinlan & Errbawddy
WHEN: Aries 23-25 (April 12-14)
WHERE: ALL OVER EMILLION
WHAT: Rhys is busy during the Founder's Day Festival doing all the things.
STATUS: OPEN
[Day One - Fighter's Exhibition] Rhys wasn't awake for the parade. He'd been too busy sleeping off the drink he'd partaken in the night before. Despite his lovely company, he'd opted to go home alone. He didn't want to be bothered with a person not leaving or trying to keep him from leaving. As much as he loved being held onto for another pass in the hay, he really did have a lot of work to do the next day. So he conserved his strength and protected himself from the wrath of Chloë, who he had to work with. Really, just not upsetting her was the easiest way to get through their partnership. The festival hadn't reached it's peak yet. He was sure she'd been busy during the parade, while everyone was distracted by the music and the performers. He decided to just not. It was far too early and far too cold to deal with and he stayed wrapped up warm in his own bed. He made enough money off the side without need to pickpocket. He was only participating, because all the marks were easy. He wasn't pickpocketing now, however. Instead, he was observing the poetic form of steel against steel in the dirt circle before him. The fighter's exhibition was on! [Day One : Bazaar District / Street Performing | CHLOE] Rhys was a lover of attention. He loved attention from everyone. And so with his bright colored suit and mask, he stood out in the middle of the street calling to anyone who needed a little entertainment. He called for those who wanted a little wonder. Once or twice, he'd pull a gil out from behind a child's ear. Maybe he'd produce a lovely rose for a woman or little lady passing by. Today Rhys would be made of magic. He held no name behind the mask, keeping the air of mystery. It called to those who had remembered him from the year before. They remembered that he had a few old tricks, stand bys, and always managed to produce a few more surprises. Some might call it a gift. He called it growing up in a circus. If there was anything he learned from there, it was presentation is everything. So he presented the illusion needed. It was enough, at least, to keep people distracted as his lovely assistant, lightened the burdens in their pockets. [Day One : Fireworks] It hadn't been hard to coax her up here. It was clearly the best spot in the city to watch the fireworks. Getting up there took a little work. Getting her up there with him had taken more, but there they sat on the ledge beneath the spire. They were high enough above the city, but not close enough to the fireworks to get burned. He had several placed that he liked to take women during this event and he'd used them several times over the years, but hadn't had a chance to use this particular place for quite some time. He was glad he'd found someone who'd follow and had set up a basket of wine, fruits, and cheeses, not too worried about falling. It was still a few minutes before the display started, so he began to set up things for ease of reach and enjoyment. [Day Two : Theatre District / After Street Performance | ASH ] The highlight of the day was going to be the Founder's Day play. He knew that, which meant people would be trolling around for one of he playbills or perhaps attempting to find one of the performers in order to get their autographs for the Scavenger Hunt. That meant, most of the people would be around this district in particular, which Is why he'd gone there. He felt today was going to be a good day. People appeared to be in high spirits as hey waited outside the theatre. He'd positioned himself across the street, giving them a wonderful distraction as they waited to spot someone from the play. After yesterday, he was pretty sure children's parents were sending them up to him for some change. Little did they know he'd gotten it from them in the first place. His performance was coming to a close as he handed a man back his watch. Everyone loved that one. The man was even placated by having his watch returned. He'd realize something else was missing later. Hopefully it wouldn't be anything too obvious. "I know I know, but I must be on my way for the mysteries of the night, they call," in an Ordalian accent slightly different than his usual. His voice was also slightly deeper, commanding. It was his best impersonation of his former ringleader he could muster. As the crowd started to wane, he began to collect his things. He still had one more performance for the night! [Day Two : Founder's Play - Intermission] Gerard had been told that the Founder's Play was something that he could not miss. He'd mentioned it seeing it before, but no one remembered his presence. He'd made a show of sitting up in the balcony with Chloë again. He wanted to keep the appearance that he liked things to remain uniform, even if it was just one of his soon sister-in-law's bridesmaids. He reminded people it was important to know the family his brother would be marrying into. How better to learn about the bride to be than by spending time with one of her closest friends. He explained how it was far less intrusive than an EKP background check. Which he stated, quite clearly, that he had considered. It was time for the intermission and he went down into the lobby to mingle with anyone who would wish to approach him. Also it allowed his date time to powder her nose in the lady's room. Gerard himself, had opted to seat himself by the bar. While the play was interesting, keeping up the charade was some work and he had a few hours to go. A drink just felt right. [Day Two : Play After Party] The curtains had been closed and the stars had taken there bows. The floor of the stage had been showered with more than just roses, he came to note. He'd been on his feet, politely giving a clap, not as emphatically as many of those below. While he did enjoy Ari's performance, and the lovely view of her head from above, he wasn't Rhys. He'd been Gerard. He'd made a note to congratulate her on her performance and speak highly of her skill. He'd make a point in expressing that such a friend of Alys must be of great value or some such praise, further cementing the fact that he was watching the bridal group like a hawk for the sake of his brother. It was tiresome work, but considering Tom's character, he felt it was his duty to do it. [Afternoon - Day Three : Commoner's District / After Street Performance | CIAN] It was the last day of the festival. While he often did perform street magic without the garish colors, it was usually in a much more subtle way that drew crowds to his larger show as "The Amazing Alistair". Today was mostly a repeat of the last two days, with slight variations. Variations made everything. Repeat the same trick far too many times a fan might notice the mechanics. That was fine if they were interested in his work, but the hecklers were far too annoying and he really didn't feel like kicking someone's face in the back of a dark alley. He wouldn't actually, but he'd have the desire to and it was a time of celebration. He had gotten such a nice crowd and he was reaching the beautiful finale of his show. It was the one where he made himself disappear. Of course, this was more a quick duck into an alley way and a costume change into some plain clothes. Letting his coat settle over the drab brown, he slipped the bright jesters' clothes into a sack at his waist before heading back out into the street. |