Hello everybody,
Today I've decided to present to you one of my story - diorama!
This is a diorama that I made last year and took lots of my time
to complete and get ready to show it to my playmobil friends and fans.
(Maybe some people, from you guys have already seen it in other sites!)
Hope you'll enjoy it! I also hope to see some comments...
Friendly, Vasiliki
Ps. I will show you few images every 2-3 days!
South England 1915
We're in a small town called Suncity, at the south area of England, 300 klm south west of London.
The 7:00 pm train have just arrived at the local train Station. Each arrival or departure of a train always brings changes to its train stop.
What changes will this train bring to this city's people? Come with me to find that out!
Hot spring weather. But when you're in England you'll never know. An umbrella is always a must have. Just like that one. Over there. The yellow one that this gentleman holds. With the newspaper and the book. He is the new priest of the local St.Gregory's church, Father John. When he was 8 years old, his mother died and his father send him to Playmohill's orphanage. He was tought by nuns so when he grew up, he devoted himself to the Anglican Church.
Sister Mary waits for him, at the train station. He came to welcome Father John and show to him, his new church. Last priest of the city's church, was a very venerable old man that knew and loved little John. He had asked bishop to send Father John in charge of Suncity's church, after his death. And that's what happened afterall...
The real reason, though, that convinced Father John to move to this town was different. Just a month ago, he recieved Suncity's local newspaper with a very strange advertisement printed on it, that was pointed out with a red circle around so that Father John wouldn't have missed to read it. The advertisement "asked for a Godsend Punisher!" Who was the one who asked such a thing? Who send to Father John the newspaper? Why was the one choosen? Those were a few of the questions that Father John had and he couldn't find his piece again. It was just like someone played a game with him...
(...TO BE CONTINUED...)