05-27-2018, 07:36 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]It had gotten much warmer on the island over the past few months- understandably, given spring’s swift transition into summer. Some days, the sand on the beach was just as hot as the sand in the desert had been, and occasionally even hotter. The only difference was in the frequent storms and the high humidity, really. Tonight, however, the weather was pleasant enough for a stroll, if one happened to be into that. Perhaps Pincher had been running around all day for that very reason, even if he didn’t seem the type.
The emission of multi-colored lights by Barracuda Bay, though, was unusual, enticing Paper in to investigate. The jackal arrived in front of the turtle statue and swept his gaze over the setup, his good ear perking up. He was unfamiliar with the absurdly loud music bursting forth from the speakers, yet its steady rhythm and heavy bass was... oddly hypnotic.
”The heck is this?” he muttered under his breath, unconsciously bouncing lightly to the beat. Even at the commencement party several months back, the atmosphere had never been so all-encompassing, so consuming. Even the lights bobbing on the water and hanging from the trees seemed to dance to the rhythm, their glow obscuring the scene from his view. It was a terrible idea to get so caught up in the mood, and yet... he couldn’t stop himself from jumping about, twisting and jerking as though no one was watching (when people almost certainly were watching, or would be watching soon).
A boom box was not where he would’ve expected to find the high-tempo, synthesized equivalent of the pied piper, and yet here he was.
The emission of multi-colored lights by Barracuda Bay, though, was unusual, enticing Paper in to investigate. The jackal arrived in front of the turtle statue and swept his gaze over the setup, his good ear perking up. He was unfamiliar with the absurdly loud music bursting forth from the speakers, yet its steady rhythm and heavy bass was... oddly hypnotic.
”The heck is this?” he muttered under his breath, unconsciously bouncing lightly to the beat. Even at the commencement party several months back, the atmosphere had never been so all-encompassing, so consuming. Even the lights bobbing on the water and hanging from the trees seemed to dance to the rhythm, their glow obscuring the scene from his view. It was a terrible idea to get so caught up in the mood, and yet... he couldn’t stop himself from jumping about, twisting and jerking as though no one was watching (when people almost certainly were watching, or would be watching soon).
A boom box was not where he would’ve expected to find the high-tempo, synthesized equivalent of the pied piper, and yet here he was.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo