Post by Lea on Dec 22, 2017 13:21:14 GMT -5
"Okay, so maybe I need some more practice being Santa."
it's Christmas time, Santa Claus has retired and now his son is Santa Claus and this is his first Christmas as Santa. I already have a starter, which is below. If you like what you see, I'll make a 1x1 Thread and repost my starter there and we can role play from there. I just need someone who can match my role play posts which vary ~
Nicholas Claus Jr. // somewhere in America
Snow was falling hard on this particular Christmas night. The visibility was nearing on zero, the wind whistling loudly, barely a sound other than that could be heard. Yet, somehow, through the thickness of the snow and screaming of the wind, a bright light cut through. Similar to that of a headlight, this light was so much more powerful. It cut through the night, guiding a man dressed in red and white in a sleigh led by a handful of flying reindeer. It was a magical scene, until the man jerked the reigns an suddenly the sleigh was descending.
"Holy-" the man scream, pulling up on the reins. It was almost as if the reindeer weren't listening - actually, the were deliberately ignoring the man. The sleigh fell, led by the deer, toward the earth. The man gritted his teeth, the hat that he fallen to cover his eyes, pulling away from his head as the wind grabbed a hold of it. This revealed a young man, much unlike the fairy tale story version told of Saint Nick. His eyes were so bright, so blue, they were just like Santa Claus's eyes, yet his face was soft and unbeaten by weather just yet. His cheeks were just as rosy, his eyes twinkled just the same, but he was over took with some kind of panic, dark brown curls were falling into his eyes, and he was merely covered by a five-o-clock shadows, not the classic white beard and mustache.
The ground came rushing at the man fast and in one last desperate move he jerked hard on the reins. Luckily, the reindeer were done messing with him, and they pulled up at the last moment, right before ramming into a street lamp, "You guys suck," the man said, referring to the reindeer, "You could've killed us."
He could've sworn he heard one of the reindeer snicker at him and he was tempted to threaten not sharing his next plate of cookies. This thought fled him once they landed with a clip-clop on the roof of a child's home. He pulled a paper from his pocket and as he unfolded it, it grew much in length. He scanned the paper until he found what he was looking for. Aloud he said the kids name followed by, "Ah, side note here: this kid has an older sibling who no longer believes in Santa and dog that has a history of trying to steal dad's sash." after reading, he quickly folded the paper back up and slid it back in his pocket, "Okay, wait right here. I don't want a repeat of Edinburgh, please." he winked at the reindeer, scooped up his sash and through the power of magic, disappeared through the skinny little chimney.
This particular home did not have a fire place, but through the power of Christmas magic, one appeared - if only for the time being - and the man - supposedly the son of Santa Claus - fell to the ground. Smoke flew up around him and he coughed it away, brushing the coal dust from his eyes, "You gotta stop doing that, Nicky," he whispered to himself.
He strode up the Christmas tree and dropped his sash, narrowly missing knocking the plate of cookies off the coffee table. Claus Jr. wondered where the dog may have been, but from his knowledge the dog had been getting on in age and perhaps he was now too lazy to come yapping at an intruder. From his sash, he began to pull out presents.
"Holy-" the man scream, pulling up on the reins. It was almost as if the reindeer weren't listening - actually, the were deliberately ignoring the man. The sleigh fell, led by the deer, toward the earth. The man gritted his teeth, the hat that he fallen to cover his eyes, pulling away from his head as the wind grabbed a hold of it. This revealed a young man, much unlike the fairy tale story version told of Saint Nick. His eyes were so bright, so blue, they were just like Santa Claus's eyes, yet his face was soft and unbeaten by weather just yet. His cheeks were just as rosy, his eyes twinkled just the same, but he was over took with some kind of panic, dark brown curls were falling into his eyes, and he was merely covered by a five-o-clock shadows, not the classic white beard and mustache.
The ground came rushing at the man fast and in one last desperate move he jerked hard on the reins. Luckily, the reindeer were done messing with him, and they pulled up at the last moment, right before ramming into a street lamp, "You guys suck," the man said, referring to the reindeer, "You could've killed us."
He could've sworn he heard one of the reindeer snicker at him and he was tempted to threaten not sharing his next plate of cookies. This thought fled him once they landed with a clip-clop on the roof of a child's home. He pulled a paper from his pocket and as he unfolded it, it grew much in length. He scanned the paper until he found what he was looking for. Aloud he said the kids name followed by, "Ah, side note here: this kid has an older sibling who no longer believes in Santa and dog that has a history of trying to steal dad's sash." after reading, he quickly folded the paper back up and slid it back in his pocket, "Okay, wait right here. I don't want a repeat of Edinburgh, please." he winked at the reindeer, scooped up his sash and through the power of magic, disappeared through the skinny little chimney.
This particular home did not have a fire place, but through the power of Christmas magic, one appeared - if only for the time being - and the man - supposedly the son of Santa Claus - fell to the ground. Smoke flew up around him and he coughed it away, brushing the coal dust from his eyes, "You gotta stop doing that, Nicky," he whispered to himself.
He strode up the Christmas tree and dropped his sash, narrowly missing knocking the plate of cookies off the coffee table. Claus Jr. wondered where the dog may have been, but from his knowledge the dog had been getting on in age and perhaps he was now too lazy to come yapping at an intruder. From his sash, he began to pull out presents.