I can see your destiny (open)
Jul 25, 2016 20:07:47 GMT -7
Post by Cheshire on Jul 25, 2016 20:07:47 GMT -7
The pulse of life was tangible in the Emerald Gem on the coast. Many would say it's beauty had been marred forever with the recent attack. A force so strong that it's ripples were still reverberating throughout the city at this very moment. Ripples that would continue for some time yet. But this flawed Emerald was even more brilliant for it's imperfections. One that he would be proud to wear upon his turban in the glistening midday sun.
It was a majestic turban too. Gold chains hanging across it with a bright green stone in the middle of the turban. It was supposed to be an Emerald but casual observation would show it to be nothing more than cheap costume jewelry. Clashing with the brilliant red of his hair and shirt as the turban was the only part that was in costume for work today. Well, he wouldn't call it work, so much as a calling. A privilege really. He was gifted and it was only right to share the insights of those gifts to those that sought guidance. For a nominal fee, a trifle really.
His gifts were the real deal and so he didn't need to set up a fancy shop inside. Or a shop at all. Instead he lurked inside of the alleyways as the bustling roar of commerce passed him by. Tourists not scared away by the attack marveling at what remained. Hard working folks with mouths to feed peddling their wares. The sound of vendors calling out their wares directed the flow of the market. The hum of excitement was a ever shifting ebb and flow of energy fueling the apparatus. The pieces were all moving fluidly. The fishmongers tossing their catch in a show to draw the eye. The crowd gathers to watch in awe and excitement. There is a chattering buzz and light as people pull out phones to record it.
The crowd makes an easy mark for the young boy skulking off to the side. Nimble fingers and silent footfalls weave through the crowd like a dance, moving to the inaudible rhythm of the marketplace as wallets are lifted. Valuable's pilfered and survival for another night is assured. A small boy would be able to feed himself and his brother for another night.
Until tonight when the moon was at it's peak, the boy's luck would be pressed to far. The snap of bone would be like the percussion of the symphony of the city. The splash of blood on pavement much needed paint to an aging set piece. The wail of sirens the roaring applause as the audience gives a standing ovation.
And Cheshire standing off and away from it all. Always present, but never around as the future consequences unfolded before his eyes. His arms moving as he conducted the flow around him, a tragic symphony waiting to unfold. He could feel it like music in the air, and it filled him with such joy, such rapture. So many possibilities swirling around him. Life and death. Bliss and torment. Success and failure. It was all balanced on the edge of a knife and for those in the know there was a simple way to tip fate in your favor. To see a glimpse of what could be. All you had to do was find the man with the Cheshire smile. The man with eyes of fire and moonlight.
His smile split his face nearly in half as he watched everything around him unfold. Like every day it was going to be good, with so many stories to be told. It was why places full of people and life were so fascinating. Why he loved skulking about in market places during the day. To be able to watch events unfold countless little ways. To twist and poke and prod lives in different directions through small ripples. It was intoxicating. And while later a boy might die, someone else will live to make many more choices of their own.
It was a majestic turban too. Gold chains hanging across it with a bright green stone in the middle of the turban. It was supposed to be an Emerald but casual observation would show it to be nothing more than cheap costume jewelry. Clashing with the brilliant red of his hair and shirt as the turban was the only part that was in costume for work today. Well, he wouldn't call it work, so much as a calling. A privilege really. He was gifted and it was only right to share the insights of those gifts to those that sought guidance. For a nominal fee, a trifle really.
His gifts were the real deal and so he didn't need to set up a fancy shop inside. Or a shop at all. Instead he lurked inside of the alleyways as the bustling roar of commerce passed him by. Tourists not scared away by the attack marveling at what remained. Hard working folks with mouths to feed peddling their wares. The sound of vendors calling out their wares directed the flow of the market. The hum of excitement was a ever shifting ebb and flow of energy fueling the apparatus. The pieces were all moving fluidly. The fishmongers tossing their catch in a show to draw the eye. The crowd gathers to watch in awe and excitement. There is a chattering buzz and light as people pull out phones to record it.
The crowd makes an easy mark for the young boy skulking off to the side. Nimble fingers and silent footfalls weave through the crowd like a dance, moving to the inaudible rhythm of the marketplace as wallets are lifted. Valuable's pilfered and survival for another night is assured. A small boy would be able to feed himself and his brother for another night.
Until tonight when the moon was at it's peak, the boy's luck would be pressed to far. The snap of bone would be like the percussion of the symphony of the city. The splash of blood on pavement much needed paint to an aging set piece. The wail of sirens the roaring applause as the audience gives a standing ovation.
And Cheshire standing off and away from it all. Always present, but never around as the future consequences unfolded before his eyes. His arms moving as he conducted the flow around him, a tragic symphony waiting to unfold. He could feel it like music in the air, and it filled him with such joy, such rapture. So many possibilities swirling around him. Life and death. Bliss and torment. Success and failure. It was all balanced on the edge of a knife and for those in the know there was a simple way to tip fate in your favor. To see a glimpse of what could be. All you had to do was find the man with the Cheshire smile. The man with eyes of fire and moonlight.
His smile split his face nearly in half as he watched everything around him unfold. Like every day it was going to be good, with so many stories to be told. It was why places full of people and life were so fascinating. Why he loved skulking about in market places during the day. To be able to watch events unfold countless little ways. To twist and poke and prod lives in different directions through small ripples. It was intoxicating. And while later a boy might die, someone else will live to make many more choices of their own.