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[PSL] The Next Life
Sep. 11th, 2015 10:37 pm It was a quiet morning in Radiant Garden when he arrived, traveling through the black portal he knew so intimately from much of his misspent youth. It had maybe been three months since he'd returned to existence, heart intact and out of the shadows once more. The transition period had not been easy on Myde, but finally he'd decided to take a break and found himself in this world.
He hoped it would be a good day to set himself up. Humming lightly he spread out an ostentatious purple and gold blanket before removing his coat and tucking it and the bag he'd been carrying aside. Hopefully the competition there would be sparse and he could do well.
By the time the rush of the morning began, he was ready to go. His clothes were bright and colourful, his pants a mixture of blue, green and silver and his shirt was just a plain white cotton peasant shirt. He stood as tall as he got and called attention to himself.
"Come one, come all! Come see my performance! I play sitar, I dance and I can do magic tricks with water." He was loud enough to be heard over most of the crowd. His bare feet he wiggled on the blanket and he sat down and began to play. His confidence was absolute, his music full of skill as ever. By then he was used to hustling and he knew what to play to catch attention. Hopefully it would lead to good tips.
He hoped it would be a good day to set himself up. Humming lightly he spread out an ostentatious purple and gold blanket before removing his coat and tucking it and the bag he'd been carrying aside. Hopefully the competition there would be sparse and he could do well.
By the time the rush of the morning began, he was ready to go. His clothes were bright and colourful, his pants a mixture of blue, green and silver and his shirt was just a plain white cotton peasant shirt. He stood as tall as he got and called attention to himself.
"Come one, come all! Come see my performance! I play sitar, I dance and I can do magic tricks with water." He was loud enough to be heard over most of the crowd. His bare feet he wiggled on the blanket and he sat down and began to play. His confidence was absolute, his music full of skill as ever. By then he was used to hustling and he knew what to play to catch attention. Hopefully it would lead to good tips.
