Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24582779-20150819211205/@comment-11163511-20150821090139

((I'm late, aren't I?))

Sam had just arrived at the Fairest after picking up his newly sewn garments from a local tailor and put it all on. He was excited to present himself in this attire, for it would be a mighty fine representation of his imagination, all this made according to the design he had composed in his notebook. As custom, one should dress themselves in a spring-insprired outfit which he happily tagged along. His head decked with a deconstructed tricorn specifically stylized to resemble a blooming amaryllis, his shoulders cloaked with a floral tulle cloak that fell down to his knees, which a white dress shirt with red veins branching off at where one's heart would be can be seen. From the leg down, he wore breeches fastened with flower-like buttons, embroidered hoses and a pair of leather pumps with a flower on top. As for his hair, he had decied to go with a wig, for dyeing would dry it all up and that he'd like to have a place to slide some flowers onto instead of a simple flower crown. After all, his hat had already taken up all the space. It was rather old-fashioned in terms of style, but proved to be a great place to display these little pink, white and purple amaryllises. As much as Sam is satified with his attire, he still wondered if he had overdressed himself, since it was so overly decorated and it's color rather effimate for most guys standards, a harlequinn in their eyes. Bah, screw it! This lad's not going to give a damn about any of that, his only concerns was if he were going to have fun here at this little carnival, which so far was great and there was a lot of things he was able to observe and sketch down in his notepad while chilling out at a bench.

((Sam's wearing a black wig in the style of figure number 4 of this diagram, if you're wondering.))