![]() Candyman had appeared directly next to Raptor, seemingly out of nowhere. Raptor made a noise that was rather embarrassing for a fifteen year old to make and jumped what must have been a foot off the ground. “I… would lose my fucking mind.” Raptor said, trying to picture the image in his head. Oh my God,” She continued, her voice suddenly gaining a serious and somewhat frightened tone, “Guys, what if it was Candyman?” “Oh my God, what if it was- hah, holy shit- what if it was Candyman?” Her laughter slowly tapered off into silence. Sonata’s eyes widened as she almost doubled over with laughter. “Well, not all of us are here,” Switch continued, “What if it was one of us?” Somebody probably just happened to pick this one.” Switch smiled over at him, “Are you sure, dude? I mean, there’s, like, a thousand abandoned buildings and warehouses and shit all over this dump. He had a hand resting against his chin, his brow furrowing at Sonata’s question. We couldn’t have seen it.” Sonata answered, “But, man, this is incredible! I wonder who made it?”ĭice was studying the graffiti rather than admiring it. “How did we manage to miss this when we got here?” Dice looked back towards the direction they had come from and then back at the wall. “As if you would reach that high, shortstack.” “And, before you ask,” Raptor said, “It wasn’t me.” Sonata’s mouth was open slightly, eyes wide and staring up at the wall, and Dice adjusted his glasses for a second while taking in the sight. Upon seeing the wall, both of them slowed to a halt by where Raptor was standing. This is sick!”Īnd sure enough, after disappearing around the corner back into the derelict warehouse, he reappeared again, followed by Sonata and Dice. I’m good, but I’m not that good.” Switch took another second to look over the wall before hopping back on his board. “Who did this?” Switch looked over his shoulder back to Raptor, gesturing to the wall with his thumb. “Yeah.” Raptor watched Switch step off his board (a rarity) and walk up to closer examine the graffiti. It took him a minute to process the shock of colors before him. “What’s up? We were waiting for you-” Switch’s gaze turned to the wall as he cut himself off mid sentence. Raptor scanned the huge graffiti-covered wall, very impressed despite his disinterested expression.Ī static-laced voice caught his attention as Switch cruised over to him, stopping next to where Raptor stood in front of the freshly vandalized wall. The letters were huge and contorted with splashes of bright greens and yellows throughout. Jagged and curved lines entangled around each other in a labyrinth of neon against the previously dull grey metal. Man… well, I don’t like that one as much.The wall in front of him was bursting with color. “My friends call me Candyman - or just Candy, or Mr. Idly tapping his foot on the ground, he adjusts the position of his cane, turns to the other and politely tips his hat. That would be silly, wouldn’t it?”Ī slightly unfortunate development, albeit one that he really should have expected. “Last year, you say? Well, I suppose I shouldn’t have expected this place to be festive all the time. And who might be?” It could be an interesting answer… I believe it was like this last year, too.” Who exactly is profiting from this? And what about these volunteers? Are they getting paid?Ī million more questions pop in her head, but once she notices the pac-headed individual, they stray away from the topic of soup and fall more along the lines of “what’s this guy’s deal?” “Well, if I’m not being deceived, it appears to be also made partly from carrots! I haven’t had a lot of carrot soup in my life, but I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to try it again now!”Īs a rugged capitalist such as herself, Susie can’t understand the concept of free soup. He returns his attention to Susie with a quick turn and a slightly wider smile than before. Taking a glance over at the pot, he takes note of the bright orange color of the liquid held within. I could be wrong - I was never a soup connoisseur, if that’s what they’re called…” Aside from that, my nose tells me there are onions in the soup. “It’s an honor to meet you as well, Susie! As for the soup - well, I smell garlic, mostly. Though this soup isn’t something that I would call sweet - it’s more hale and hearty, isn’t it?”Ĭome to think of it, what’s the flavor today? She lets the smell hit her (lack of) nostrils, but she can’t exactly place what it is. ![]() “Pleased to meet you, Candyman! I’ve something of a sweet tooth myself. “… It would be, yes.” The last time Susie came here, it was also the holiday season, which could lead one to assume this place was “festive all the time,” but she keeps that observation to herself.
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