by Ringworm » Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:36 am
The sky was grey,letting out a light drizzle of rain,and a thin layer of fog covered the ground. Twenty or so caravans were made into a circle in a forest clearing, with a dying campfire in the center. A few oddly dressed folk poked in and out,hanging up clothes or tossing wet twigs into the fire. At least 6 AM the sun which had been blocked out by clouds was still rising,poking a few slivers of light through openings in the clouds. A dirt road stretched out to the tiny clearing,reading "Rest Stop,1 Pound.' The same dirt road went on for a few miles,until it became a paved part of the city. Percy's wagon was closest from the rest stop edge,at the back of the circle-facing the entrance. A menacing Nazar was painted on the door,along with a small chimney on the side...Being the owner had its benefits. Not only was his the largest,it was also connected to another. Behind his caravan was a cage in wheels,with a roof and three sides. The fourth, as always, was so people could peer in and gawk at what lied behind the bars. They were known as "La Copii",which Percival knew meant something he didn't know in Romanian. They looked like albino monkeys...Hairless,albino monkeys. Their skin was a chalky white,and their enormous eyes were a mix of orange with sickly red outlines. About twenty of them in the cage,there had to be at least ten outside of it,cleaning up or running around wildly. Everyone at the circus knew about them,and saw them so often they didn't really notice them. They were a shock attraction, and outside of performing the mostly were used as servants,who ate table scraps and danced amongst themselves. They could not talk, but the chattered and made noise. Six days before,the alpha male had gone off to town to get food. The alpha male 'Bruno',was different than the rest. He was a shocking eight feet tall,and could lift a car. He had human-like features,and could even speak perfect English. Besides his height,the only difference he had from looking like any other human was his light grrey skin,and pointed teeth. He had been seen by a preacher,who alerted police that there was a "Devil sent from the deepest planes of hell." Not only did police love a chase,but papers loved a story. And now he was in an asylum,in a one man cell...Sedated,and not an inch of his skin uncovered by steel or chains.
Percy yawned,rolling out of bed.Throwing on a shirt, he half-blindly stumbled out of his wagon. Today was the day they would go out and get Bruno back.
((>.< Really sorry I didn't post sooner,I wrote this and left thinking I had hit submit.))
Also,sometimes I get confused and think a signature is part of a post. How about you?