Little King Theatre [P | T]
Mar 1, 2015 16:38:53 GMT -7
Post by The Creator on Mar 1, 2015 16:38:53 GMT -7
Perhaps not that long ago, the sign of the Little King Theatre hung over the entrance with an air of authority. Now, dilapidated, the sign shrieks on rusted chains that hang from the ceiling like dead stars, twinkling in the weak candlelight.
少しソブリン劇場
"The Little King Theatre"
A dedicated patron could not boast about the theatre room but it did serve the theatre's purposes for its brief spark of life. The sitting room itself was only four rows deep with some standing area in the back where the more noisy patrons jostled and jeered as they often did at the time. The seated rows were mostly taken by the families of well-to-do merchants and craftsmen who could afford the extra expense. The majority of the income, however, came from the numerous tickets sold to the standing area. The sitting room angled downwards toward the stage which was raised upon a wooden apron. Dark, red curtains hung like dangling bangs of satin hair from the above risers. The stage was ringed with iron-wrung lanterns to light the stage. The footsteps of stage-hands, scuttling across the stage to blow the candles out between scenes, even now seem to echo through the room like the raps of tireless phantoms. Cobwebs and rats' nests now sit where the audience one sat, and birds make their homes in the risers above the stage. Behind the stage, through a single doorway, lies the only room of the theatre untouched by decay.少しソブリン劇場
"The Little King Theatre"
The theatre was never known for enchanting the entirety of the city with its performances but their humble beginnings led to relatively bright lapses of popularity among the immediate residents of the area. It was not too long ago when one might wait in a small line outside the lobby of the theatre, ticket in hand, standing under the same sign now rusting in silent agony, eager to see a local rendition of a well-known drama. The building itself did not instill into its patrons any delusions of grandeur but did offer them a pleasant atmosphere, one that eventually became trusted, to sit and steal away the petulance that had crept upon them during the chores and routines that took up their day.
The costume room, at first glance, seems untouched by the corruption that has scarred the rest of the theatre. The room glows with the healthy light of fresh candles, the smell of mildewed papers no longer hangs about, and the disarray the rest of the theatre had fallen into seemes to have ended with a degree of order. The room is short and long and holds racks and racks of costumes, more than the theatre could have ever used. On the opposite wall hangs a large, silvered mirror, polished neatly, doubling the light of the candles hanging on the wall. Papers stacked neatly. Kunai organized by size. Maps tacked to the walls. Behind the decay of the theatre, a ninja lives here.
Underneath the stage, accessible only through a crawlspace, is a well-hidden, sliding trapdoor[1] which leads to a refurbished basement. The basement is perhaps the size of the theatre itself, well constructed, and carefully placed as to not interfere with the underground pipes and sewers of the city. According to the hidden village, the theatre has no such basement.
The basement is made up of three major rooms. When one descends the ladder hidden beneath the trapdoor they are immediately placed into a small, empty, square room with maroon walls and bare, wooden floors. A single candle chandelier hangs from the ceiling on black-iron chains. The door to the left leads to a well-kept chakra laboratory. The blackboards are wiped clean, as if they had never been used, notes are arranged meticulously, and the floor is spotless. The door to the right side of the ladder leads to an equally clean workshop. Bows and crossbows hang from the walls, half-made. It is apparent that the workshop is not one of a master's quality but that whoever built it took care when ensuring the quality. The door opposite of the ladder is wrought of pure iron. There is a lock on the door of the strongest possible quality. On the other side is a room cut in half by prison bars. The room is smaller than the others. On the door's side of the prison bars is a small desk with a file cabinet to the right of it. The prison bars have a door with a much lesser lock but still one of decent quality[2]. There is one mattress and one pair of manacles latched to the wall. The cell is kept clean. The floor is half wood paneling, half cement.