Snippet #2661417

Obake suddenly appeared from the shadows of a dark alley way littered with garbage and vagabonds. He had a bit of a gracefulness to him as he came dancing out of the darkness into plain sight. The mysterious masked man with the painted smile looked to be dressed quite well for the place of being, as he approached Mr Niac slowly from a corner street. Obake was dressed like a street performer, a jester or entertainer of some sort, wearing a cape and costume that concealed his entire body from head to toe. There was a peacock feather in his turban, with bells on his shoes which didn't seem to jingle at all as he danced. His colorful outfit was bewildering to gaze upon and Obake would have been quite comical to look at, had he not suddenly appeared out of nowhere in a most creepy alley way. There was something strange about seeing a mysteriously masked showman in the middle of a scum-haven.

The eerie jester approached Mr Niac slowly, waving his arms from side to side while juggling a few oranges and sour apples. The closer he came to Mr Niac, the more creepy his smile began to look. There was no color in his eyes, no emotion on his face, just a very strange blank smile painted on to an otherwise ordinary facemask. As the wind blew through the empty corridors and swept orange dust and beige sand down the streets, Obake perched himself against the corner of an old cracked stone building, tilting his head awkwardly like a vulture or some other scavenging bird while blatantly eyeballing the strange businessman walking down the street passed him. There was something unsoothing about Mr Niac that inspired Obake's curiosity. As the flies buzzed around Obake's head, he continued to juggle the fruit in silence, smiling all the while.