Post by Dazzle on Dec 7, 2008 23:59:20 GMT -5
(It lives I tell you...)
Out of nowhere an apparent flash mob appeared, with all sorts of characters surrounding Dazzle. At least he wouldn't have any trouble meeting people here. Now, the question was, what to do? He was due at admissions, but, he wouldn't mind just hanging out with this group of overly-friendly people. Well, whatever happens, happens. He didn't have class for a couple of days anyway.
"My, my," said Dazzle, in his broken Japanese that everyone could understand, "We have a real party here don't we." He glanced around the campus, looking at the people who were looking at them. He looked at them. They looked at him. He looked at them, and the smirked. Fun, fun, fun. Might as well go with this.
"Now that I have several personal escorts," he said, "Let's find something fun to do. This is my first day at To-Oh, well, in Japan in general. Might as well make the most of it." Dazzle peered around once more. Hmmm. The onlookers were starting to lose interest. He looked around the campus, trying to figure out a way to have some fun without hurting his chances of graduating summa cum laude. Trash can. Nah, too obvious. Preppy kids. Always the easy target. He wanted something more.
Thats when he saw her. Some girl, more than likely an art major, was throwing paint on a blank canvas wildly, obviously trying to create the oxymoron known as cliche avant-garde art. Without saying a word to his newfound companions, he sprinted over to her, and had a brief conversation, returning after only a few moments.
"Well, how do you guys like art?" said Dazzle to the group. "I'm a Dali person myself, although surrealism as a genre as become mainstream and drawn out. But that has nothing to do with what's about to happen." He glanced back. "I promise I'll pay for the dry cleaning."
Out of nowhere, globs of paint were launched at the group, apparently by the art student. Dazzle smiled. "We're now living, breathing, pieces of art." He then ran over by the preppy kids, "accidentally" spraying some paint on them. Although easy targets, it was still fun messing with them.
Before anyone knew it, the campus was in uproar, with people running every which way. Security was called down, and the artist took full responsibility for the scene, after thanking Dazzle for the awesome idea. Paint adorned the beautiful buildings, with random dispersment giving them some character, at least in Dazzle's eyes. He hoped that they clean it up.
After the commotion settled down, he wanted to see if his new acquaintences had ditched. "So..." he said, hoping that none of them would blow up on him, "Anybody got any ideas on what to do?"
Out of nowhere an apparent flash mob appeared, with all sorts of characters surrounding Dazzle. At least he wouldn't have any trouble meeting people here. Now, the question was, what to do? He was due at admissions, but, he wouldn't mind just hanging out with this group of overly-friendly people. Well, whatever happens, happens. He didn't have class for a couple of days anyway.
"My, my," said Dazzle, in his broken Japanese that everyone could understand, "We have a real party here don't we." He glanced around the campus, looking at the people who were looking at them. He looked at them. They looked at him. He looked at them, and the smirked. Fun, fun, fun. Might as well go with this.
"Now that I have several personal escorts," he said, "Let's find something fun to do. This is my first day at To-Oh, well, in Japan in general. Might as well make the most of it." Dazzle peered around once more. Hmmm. The onlookers were starting to lose interest. He looked around the campus, trying to figure out a way to have some fun without hurting his chances of graduating summa cum laude. Trash can. Nah, too obvious. Preppy kids. Always the easy target. He wanted something more.
Thats when he saw her. Some girl, more than likely an art major, was throwing paint on a blank canvas wildly, obviously trying to create the oxymoron known as cliche avant-garde art. Without saying a word to his newfound companions, he sprinted over to her, and had a brief conversation, returning after only a few moments.
"Well, how do you guys like art?" said Dazzle to the group. "I'm a Dali person myself, although surrealism as a genre as become mainstream and drawn out. But that has nothing to do with what's about to happen." He glanced back. "I promise I'll pay for the dry cleaning."
Out of nowhere, globs of paint were launched at the group, apparently by the art student. Dazzle smiled. "We're now living, breathing, pieces of art." He then ran over by the preppy kids, "accidentally" spraying some paint on them. Although easy targets, it was still fun messing with them.
Before anyone knew it, the campus was in uproar, with people running every which way. Security was called down, and the artist took full responsibility for the scene, after thanking Dazzle for the awesome idea. Paint adorned the beautiful buildings, with random dispersment giving them some character, at least in Dazzle's eyes. He hoped that they clean it up.
After the commotion settled down, he wanted to see if his new acquaintences had ditched. "So..." he said, hoping that none of them would blow up on him, "Anybody got any ideas on what to do?"