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genessia2018-01-06 05:34 pm
skeletalgrandson) wrote in genessia2018-01-06 05:34 pm
Entry tags:
Evil Plan #002 || Making Money || Action/Log
Who: Django of the Dead and YOU
What: Django is trying to make money. Give him money. Or just talk to him.
When: 1/6/2018-1/9/2018
Where: 4th Street Park -Genessia City
Warnings: Evil Skeleton trying to pretend at being good
Notes: Just name a time and date. He'll be playing for the three days straight
This city had the rule of making money and pay your own way.
It was a sort of arrangement Django could respect. He didn't like to be treated like a child and this place wasn't doing that. Maybe he could come to really like it here. He just needed money. Fortunately, he had his mystic guitar and the snow didn't bother him. He trudged through the city and quickly grew tired of it. He pulled the guitar off his back and started to hit harsh cords. Bright red lasers shot froth from the headstock of his guitar and melted the snow in front of him. He used the power with every few steps, moving through the city streets.
Soon enough he found the park on 4th street and thought it would be a good place. An hour or so of blasting and melting snow let him make a few paths to the center of the park where he could sit and play. He sat on the edge of a fountain and began to tune his guitar. He plucked at the strings and adjusted the machine heads. Once that was to his satisfaction, he began to play. He would play a variety of different songs and even take requests. He set his cowboy head down in front of him for people to toss money into as he played for them. He was sure he could attract some people to give him money. Fates help anyone who tried to steal it from him too.
What: Django is trying to make money. Give him money. Or just talk to him.
When: 1/6/2018-1/9/2018
Where: 4th Street Park -Genessia City
Warnings: Evil Skeleton trying to pretend at being good
Notes: Just name a time and date. He'll be playing for the three days straight
This city had the rule of making money and pay your own way.
It was a sort of arrangement Django could respect. He didn't like to be treated like a child and this place wasn't doing that. Maybe he could come to really like it here. He just needed money. Fortunately, he had his mystic guitar and the snow didn't bother him. He trudged through the city and quickly grew tired of it. He pulled the guitar off his back and started to hit harsh cords. Bright red lasers shot froth from the headstock of his guitar and melted the snow in front of him. He used the power with every few steps, moving through the city streets.
Soon enough he found the park on 4th street and thought it would be a good place. An hour or so of blasting and melting snow let him make a few paths to the center of the park where he could sit and play. He sat on the edge of a fountain and began to tune his guitar. He plucked at the strings and adjusted the machine heads. Once that was to his satisfaction, he began to play. He would play a variety of different songs and even take requests. He set his cowboy head down in front of him for people to toss money into as he played for them. He was sure he could attract some people to give him money. Fates help anyone who tried to steal it from him too.
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"Thank you. My Nana taught me," He explained. He turned around, still playing. He wanted to make sure he kept anyone else's attention while he was speaking with the new girl.
"I'm Django of the Dead. Performer and new resident of this city. What's your name?"
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"I'm Karla. I'm a Deputy Guardian of this city."
She glanced at his hat of money again.
"You look like you could make an income with your performance. Perhaps you could arrange to play at the bars or restaurants? I'm sure it'd be more comfortable for you and your audience..."
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"That's not a bad idea. I think I will. I figured for my first day, I'd try this. Do you know of anywhere that's looking for an entertainer?" He asked. Might as well see if he could get a lead before we went from bar to bar asking to play. He was fine with breaking underage laws. He was a villain, after all.
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"Hmm...there are several places you can try. There's the Bright Sky Diner and the Cat's Eye Cafe if you're not into alcohol. The Genessia Center Arts Theatre is used for performances of all kinds, as well as Jack's Bar and Karaoke Club. You're sure to find something."
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"Thank you. I'll definitely look into those places. Do you have a request for a song? It's the least I can do since you're helping me."
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"I know just the song. This is called the Lost Melody." Without another word, he began to play. It was a melancholy song. There wasn't any dancing or moving around the park as he played this one. Just his face hidden by the brim of his hat as he played the slow sad tune for his audience.