10-28-2020, 01:31 AM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Initially, when Michael had heard about the haunted hut event, he hadn't been terribly interested in participating. As fun as it was to scare people, that sounded like a lot of work on top of his dealer duties, and he often preferred not to do anything while he was feeling so depressed. However, Trevor had been the one to convince him to try it, mainly because of how down he had been lately. After all, what better way to break out of a funk than to do something fun and in the holiday spirit? So, with only a bit of convincing, the two thieves had gotten to work on their particular brand of haunted house, enlisting the help of their children as well as their pets. By the time the entire hut was done, Michael was exhausted, but it was a pleasant kind of exhaustion. A satisfied kind, which actually made him feel happy, rather than numb.
Once the entire elaborate setup was complete, the dealer had decided to complete the setup by dressing up. He had gone with something simple, tying a Dracula cape around his neck and smearing a bit of berry juice on his jaws in order to make it look like he had been drinking blood. He supposed he could've just gone with real blood, considering he was really a vampire, but that didn't feel in the spirit of things. Either way, the bobcat found himself standing in front of his home, now covered in fake cobwebs with homemade eyes glued to the outside walls, meant to be peering outward. Smiling slightly, he called out enthusiastically, "Hey! Anyone who would like to come and see my haunted hut tour, feel free to come over here! I've got a treat for you all." Really, the fugutive knew that his family's work wasn't incredible, but he was still proud of it, and he wanted others to see.
Once the entire elaborate setup was complete, the dealer had decided to complete the setup by dressing up. He had gone with something simple, tying a Dracula cape around his neck and smearing a bit of berry juice on his jaws in order to make it look like he had been drinking blood. He supposed he could've just gone with real blood, considering he was really a vampire, but that didn't feel in the spirit of things. Either way, the bobcat found himself standing in front of his home, now covered in fake cobwebs with homemade eyes glued to the outside walls, meant to be peering outward. Smiling slightly, he called out enthusiastically, "Hey! Anyone who would like to come and see my haunted hut tour, feel free to come over here! I've got a treat for you all." Really, the fugutive knew that his family's work wasn't incredible, but he was still proud of it, and he wanted others to see.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan