Topsy! Turvey!

[clopin]

The middle aged fool of a gypsy king studded about the streets of Paris. a Great smirk to his face as always. Looking for either Esmeralda, or other Gypsy folk to run into. At the time, there was really no one about. That was one that truly annoyed him, but whatever the case, he moved on. His feet carried him in a quick manner, but he was in no great hurry. ore of excitement. he was on the verge of the need to just throw a party of some sort. An adventure maybe? Who knows. Clopin was bored just standing around doing nothing. This was Paris! he had to have a bit of fun....even if that was all he did. He took a deep breath of the air around him. The smell of fresh bread from the baker near by. The sounds of laughing children near by. A group had actually ran by him. All with wide smiles to their faces. Always a cute site to see. He gave them a small wave only to see one of them look to him and let out a big giggle before sending him a much more vibrant wave then his own. He chuckled and watched as she ran with the rest of the children.

"Heh, always, so innocence and carefree."

The age of the area had changed a bit since the young Quasimodo had changed the lives of everyone in Paris. It was a gift to the city. Quasimodo was now well known, when before, no one really ever knew of his existence. Only in the stories Clopin would tell every now and then. My my, things have changed. A small wind blew about and the yellow feather atop his hat shifted about. This small wind soon grew stronger. He then let out a sharp yelp as he felt the hat fly from his head, leaving his raven hair exposed. "ACK! Come back here!" He yelled to the hat that was quickly running away from him. He growled and rushed faster at it. "You'll not be getting away that easily." He smirked like a cat chasing it's pray. As the chase began, he had his eyes focused onto the hat, unaware of the hand that picked it up from the ground. Clopin skidded to a stop and took a look at the person who now held his favored hat.

[Gosalyn Mallard]

<Love the sig, Puck!>

The hand belonged to that of Gosalyn Mallard, a young duck who was on a week long field trip with her classmates in Paris. All the parents had to sign permission slips to allow their children to go on the grand affair of course, and some even came along as chaperones. Gosalyn had to beg and plead with her father, making promises to clean her room and do her homework with no complaints for a solid month (which would be quite an achievement for her) until he let her go. Secretly though she had a feeling that Herb Muddlefoot may have been the deciding factor in Drake Mallard’s decision. The father of Gosalyn’s best friend Honker who was also her neighbour and annoyed Drake to no end had allowed Honker to go on the trip because he was a trusting parent and thought Honker was responsible enough to go on this field trip. In turn, Drake probably wanted to show how trusting he was of his own child and that is most likely why Gosalyn ended up going along.

While the class wandered about with their teacher correcting their guide on his history of Paris, Gosalyn became easily distracted when a bright purple hat rolled by.

“Keen gear!” Gosalyn exclaimed, nudging Honker in the side. “Look at that! It’s a pirate hat! Come on!”

”But Gosalyn!” the other duck warned apprehensively. ”We shouldn’t leave the group.” But she was already pulling him off into who knows what kind of adventure as usual.

Gosalyn ran after the hat and swiftly snatched it up from the street. She flicked at the feather, examining it closely.

“I wonder whose this is?” she mused and then plunked it on her head. “What do you think, Honk?”

Honker noticed Clopin come running down the street and raised finger to point at him. ”I think it might belong to that guy.”

[clopin]

((Call me Clopin on here, my dear. ^_~ And thankies. It's one of my new favorites!))

As clopin stopped to see his large purple hat was now on the smaller head of a young duck. Her friend pointing in Clopin's direction. A small smile came from Clopin as he knelt down to their level. "Well well well..." The Gypsy cooed in a playful tone as he took a long gander at the two of them.

"I see you've both found my hat and I thank you kindly for doing so." He commented with a small bow of his head. He was very formal. To anyone really. Children, teens, adults, women. He did not care. it was just part of his nature. It was also part of him to be very care as well as cautious. He looked around for a moment or two, seeing nothing but humans walking around them.

His gaze turning back down to the young ducklings, he smirked and sighed. "Forgive me for asking,m but is there any reason as to why you are both alone? It seems to me you are a bit to young to be wandering all by yourself." He stated with a smirk and a wave of his finger. His brow raised instinctively.

[Gosalyn Mallard]

<Sorry! And... shortish post. I was in a rush this morning!>

Gosalyn stared up at the long legged gypsy with a brow quirked and a look of awe plastered on to her face. She had never seen anyone so… colourful in her entire life. He looked like a piece of art the villainess Splatter Phoenix painted. The duck took off the hat and offered it to the man who looked absolutely nothing like a pirate.

“We’re not alone!” Gosalyn protested. “We’re with our school group. They just happen to be elsewhere at the moment and I can take care of myself.”

”Gosalyn….” Honker warned, not yet sure if the man was friend or foe.

“Who are you anyway?” she asked, curiously.