I'm turning turning turning turning turning around...
Characters: Camel, Buffy Summers, Anya
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Outside the castle
Relative Date: Fourth day, day of Camel's arrival
Status: FINISHED
Even to the inhabitants of the castle, the image of the helicopter that appeared over the horizon with what seemed to be an enormous wood crate beneath it might have been considered a strange sight.
The crate swung and creaked in the air, precariously. The wood planks looked a bit beaten by the sun and wind, and the giant words that spelled "FRAGILE" on the sides were faded with time. It swayed as the helicopter landed with a soft plunk on the castle grounds.
Inside, Camel sat in near darkness, streams of light speckled with dust spilling around him. He stood up and his legs wobbled with stiffness from being folded in the same position for long hours. He stretched and emerged from the crate gingerly, blinking in the fading sunlight. He wore a black top hat, his sole possession, the ticket he had received folded and tucked inside of it. The strange, small device he had been given was in his mouth, and he fully intended to abandon it as soon as possible. After all, he didn't know how to use it. He imagined it was a silly, human thing.
He made his way to the castle entrance, running his eyes across the surroundings, turning in circles. He didn't know where to go, or who he was looking for. All he knew was that someone knew he was more than an ordinary camel, and he had to find out who, and why.
Camel stared at the castle with narrow eyes and subconsciously nibbled on the mobile phone in his mouth.
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Outside the castle
Relative Date: Fourth day, day of Camel's arrival
Status: FINISHED
Even to the inhabitants of the castle, the image of the helicopter that appeared over the horizon with what seemed to be an enormous wood crate beneath it might have been considered a strange sight.
The crate swung and creaked in the air, precariously. The wood planks looked a bit beaten by the sun and wind, and the giant words that spelled "FRAGILE" on the sides were faded with time. It swayed as the helicopter landed with a soft plunk on the castle grounds.
Inside, Camel sat in near darkness, streams of light speckled with dust spilling around him. He stood up and his legs wobbled with stiffness from being folded in the same position for long hours. He stretched and emerged from the crate gingerly, blinking in the fading sunlight. He wore a black top hat, his sole possession, the ticket he had received folded and tucked inside of it. The strange, small device he had been given was in his mouth, and he fully intended to abandon it as soon as possible. After all, he didn't know how to use it. He imagined it was a silly, human thing.
He made his way to the castle entrance, running his eyes across the surroundings, turning in circles. He didn't know where to go, or who he was looking for. All he knew was that someone knew he was more than an ordinary camel, and he had to find out who, and why.
Camel stared at the castle with narrow eyes and subconsciously nibbled on the mobile phone in his mouth.