Thus rumbled brilliant anthem, the echo of horns and trumpets followed by the oscillation of vast drums. They allow proudly announcing triumphant, their excellent sound is heard from the far-reaches of the city, but it originates on the intersection of South Claiborne and ironically Napoleon Avenue. Horse mounted rider dressed ordinate garments from an era when the sands were young.
Like a tempest the drums wildly beat, the symbols cried and all was brought to silence. A simple chariot rode forward for the crowd to see, carried by two white stallions. It's rider's appearance was less modest, for he was dressed in the most elaborate and eloquent of those gathered on the street. As a base, he is robed in a beautiful white vestment, above around his torso is rustic bronze breastplate, on his arms leather braces, his feet solid sandals and to crown it, a helm shaped like the face of a lion, on each side rises a feather - forming the illusion of two horns.
All is silent. The rider then draws a ceremonial sword, a gesture of triumphant - the crowds roar and the precession moves forward. |
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Woo mardi gras get your boobs out |
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Buys 30 boxes of beads... |
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From far behind the parade comes a young man on a donkey who is shouting something unintelligable until he gets closer. when he's close enough you hear that he is shouting
SAL!!! WAIT UP!!!!! DAM YOU!!!!YOU SAID THAT I WAS A SUPPOSED TO BE RIDING NEXT TO YOU??!!! AND WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THIS DONKEY??? I THOUGHT THERE WAS GONNA BE A WHITE STEED FOR ME AS WEll!!!?!??? AND WHERE THE HELL IS MY COSTUME????
The young man rushes by trying desperatly trying to catch up to the processesion only to realize that he is much to far behind. BD realizes this, and in a string of curses he pulls out a bottle of grey goose, and trys to turn his donkey around before the situation can get any more humiliating |
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Stands on the side of the street watching the spectacle before him.
Gimme some beads Sal!!! |
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Stands on the street corner smoking his cigarette, IJAG waits patiently to see a nice pair of melons appear out in the open.
I wonder what they would all show if i threw them some gold beads. |
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Rourkey throws two watermelons at ITSJUSTAGAME.
He will never know what hit him. |
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Tosses some beads at Sam. |
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After being covered in watermelon, IJAG brushes himself off, and lights up another smoke awaiting a nice pair of hooters to come out of nowhere.
If two owls come swooping down from the sky, i will be very pissed off... |
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*sit on the bench and lites a joint*
*show his tits to the on looking mobster*
Damn-it Cav I want some too!
*trys to hide the beads hanging out of his pockets*
*it's been a long day* |
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BD comes back out into the street with two owls on his arms and whispers at them. They appear to have listened to him as they launch off his arms and head in the direction of IJAG. With a malicious grin he heads off into the direction that the owls went and also the source of BD's entertainment for the next few minutes. |
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Catches the beads and places them around his neck
Hmmmm
Sam then searches for anyone else with beads in their hands and looking for a bit of a shock |
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After being molested by the 2 owls and seeing BD around the corner, IJAG gets up, twists both of the owls necks, and continues to smoke his cigarette while still hoping to see a pair of nice jugs come out of nowhere. |
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From around the corner BD whispers "damm" and decides that he's had enough fun with IJAG
O well it was fun man lol cant think of anything else |
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*Walks through the street with a pair of jugs filled with bird poop, sees IJAG and throws it as accurately as possible then gets lost in the crowd smiling from ear to ear. |
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IJAG bends over to find a nickle heads up on the busy sidewalk, quickly noticing his stroke of good luck. Two jugs filled to the brim with bird feces, go flying past him and hit Rourkey Rourke in the face.
Well, I'm gonna leave and give some beads to my Hydro. |
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