Ajax (show_time) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-16 01:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~tony stark |
Who: Ajax and OPEN!
Where: Outside the apartment buildings.
What: Juggling! Possibly other tricks.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Rating: Low?
Open: Yes!
Status: Ongoing.
Christmas was not a holiday they celebrated in Aylasia. It did bear a number of similarities to Yule and the days surrounding it though. Either way, Ajax had never been one for the holidays. He didn't have people to remember or spend time with and his list of gifts was usually incredibly short. Wishes for the coming year were always taken with a grain of salt. But if there was one thing the holidays were good for, it was business. The kind he didn't like quite as much. Although occasionally the bitterness of the holidays did conjure up something for him in his preferred line of work. That was all the gift he needed. Unfortunately it wasn't a yearly occurrence, nor would it be one here. So he'd stick to the other line: entertainment. The illusionist had found that the decorations on the tree that had appeared in his apartment were delicately made of glass, something he'd decided that he liked. Whether it was the extra incentive not to drop them, the danger of doing so, or the noise they would make when he did, even he hadn't been sure. Ajax had bundled them carefully into a box though, and it was that that he carried downstairs now. The illusionist was, ridiculously, dressed in the tuxedo he'd arrived in. At least it wasn't actually below freezing out there. He stood in place in the middle of the path outside the apartment buildings, collected three of the brightly coloured baubles from his box, and begun to juggle them. Ajax smiled to himself. He hadn't done any of this here yet. His focus had mostly been on the plant life of the island, hunting and learning a little more about the other inhabitants and the things they were capable of. He'd used his magic sparingly and hadn't gone out of his way to draw attention to himself. But now it was time for a bit of a show. Even if was just him and the empty street. That's how it had been once. |