> SS: Ride hippo like a mechanical bull.

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Who: Spades Slick terrierfancy, Hippo on the first floor, anyone who wants to show up. ((paper_knight, followthedead, and second_first.))
Where 1st Floor.
When: Late evening of the 19th/Early hours of the 20th.
Rating: G
Summary: Slick meets the hippo downstairs and decides HE NEEDS TO RIDE IT.
The Story: > You were simply minding your own business.

You were just MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS when you saw it. It was a magestic beast that you had never seen before and its giant, almost grotesque shape was HORRIBLY FASCINATING. When you first approached it it tried to take you down and that is when you knew. That is when you knew what had to be done.

You had to ride that strange, beautiful creature like a MECHANICAL BULL and you absolutely had to do it NOW. You wouldn't have it any other way. It took a little planning, but you managed to jump off of the second-floor stair case and land upon its back. It only took three tries. It was then when you suddenly felt a surge of POWER. A surge of AWESOME race through your veins so strongly that you almost feared it would break through your carapace and flood the first floor with your sticky red blood-juices. You also found you didn't care.

Right now, you were riding some weird amazing creature and you deserved the FEAR and RESPECT of everyone in WONDERLAND. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could ever matter. At least until this thing knocks you off onto your ass and proceeds to try and eat you or something.

Fuck if you know what this thing eats.

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You've never seen a CRIME LORD before, however your hikikomori nature protects you from having an automatic reaction to FEAR AND RESPECT since you are not the general public.

Not that you know this, of course.

You tell this man that you are a PHOTOGRAPHER of scenery and that you might or might not have an interest in haunted houses.

At the same time you would like to ask what CRIME LORDS do for a living, however you were taut young that you never ask a yakuza man such a question. You really aren't in any mood to lose a finger. Instead you end up asking what happened to his arm and eye.

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> Something about the way this CRIME LORD says HUGE BITCH and then proceeds to tell you about his battle wounds makes you feel safer that you didn't ask what he does for a living.

He probably guts people.

You end up expressing your sympathies, because they are genuine and that genuinely looks like it hurts. And for lack of anything better to do, you end up asking where and when this man is from.

You're a bit curious to the whole 1920's westerner show.