Post by Flip on Aug 18, 2013 0:37:09 GMT
((Jan 3rd, open to anyone who just happens to be passing by. Might be a good thread to point out any landmarks that people would like to address.))
The green-faced man emerged from the jungle, grunting and growling like a swine. He wiped his brow as he finally found himself out of the woods, more or less. At least he wasn't fighting any branches at the moment. It gave the clown a moment to finally catch his breath ever since he had arrived in this dreamless world. He still looked like a mess, his sweat betraying the fact that he did wear make-up. He pulled a rag out and did his best to dry himself off without making his face one giant smudge.
After a moment, he took a moment to look around. "Well, what do ya know?" He smiled as he saw the shining lake and the rather tranquil scenery compared to the rest of the wild. "Perfect little place to have a picnic, ain't it? Too bad I haven't got a picnic to spread." He stuffed his rag back in his pocket, before walking up to the lake. He took his shoes off and sat down. With a pull of his socks, he allowed his feet to sit in the water. He let out an obnoxiously loud sigh of relief. "Not bad to get off the old soles and rest my weary soul." He chuckled.
Looking around again, he reached into his suit pocket. He felt the cigars in his pocket first. As tempting as it was to pull one out right one and take a good puff, he had realized that there wasn't a working store for cigars anywhere near here. He had decided to ration them out, just in case. Instead, he pulled out a long piece of blank paper and stretched it out. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and began drawing.
"Now, let's see, I think I'll make this the center of the map. Always the best place to start with mapmaking, the center," he informed himself, drawing a fair-sized circle in the middle of the paper. "And seeing how this isn't Dreamland, Nightmareland, or the Human World, I'm guessing I must be Nowhere," he conclude, writing the title at the top of the map. "Yeah. Yeah. That's good." He chuckled to himself. "Now, there were a bunch of trees where I came from." He looked up and around, before drawing anything. "Well, yeah, I guess there are a lot of trees everywhere." He paused and used his pen to scratch his head, biting his tongue as he thought. "Now, which direction did I even come from?"
The green-faced man emerged from the jungle, grunting and growling like a swine. He wiped his brow as he finally found himself out of the woods, more or less. At least he wasn't fighting any branches at the moment. It gave the clown a moment to finally catch his breath ever since he had arrived in this dreamless world. He still looked like a mess, his sweat betraying the fact that he did wear make-up. He pulled a rag out and did his best to dry himself off without making his face one giant smudge.
After a moment, he took a moment to look around. "Well, what do ya know?" He smiled as he saw the shining lake and the rather tranquil scenery compared to the rest of the wild. "Perfect little place to have a picnic, ain't it? Too bad I haven't got a picnic to spread." He stuffed his rag back in his pocket, before walking up to the lake. He took his shoes off and sat down. With a pull of his socks, he allowed his feet to sit in the water. He let out an obnoxiously loud sigh of relief. "Not bad to get off the old soles and rest my weary soul." He chuckled.
Looking around again, he reached into his suit pocket. He felt the cigars in his pocket first. As tempting as it was to pull one out right one and take a good puff, he had realized that there wasn't a working store for cigars anywhere near here. He had decided to ration them out, just in case. Instead, he pulled out a long piece of blank paper and stretched it out. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and began drawing.
"Now, let's see, I think I'll make this the center of the map. Always the best place to start with mapmaking, the center," he informed himself, drawing a fair-sized circle in the middle of the paper. "And seeing how this isn't Dreamland, Nightmareland, or the Human World, I'm guessing I must be Nowhere," he conclude, writing the title at the top of the map. "Yeah. Yeah. That's good." He chuckled to himself. "Now, there were a bunch of trees where I came from." He looked up and around, before drawing anything. "Well, yeah, I guess there are a lot of trees everywhere." He paused and used his pen to scratch his head, biting his tongue as he thought. "Now, which direction did I even come from?"