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Post by sheepalamode on May 1, 2015 1:11:25 GMT -8
██████████████████ ⋙⋙ ✿ ✿ ✿████████ ⋙⋙ ✿ ✿ ✿ נυѕт α fυи ∂αу αт α ѕтαтє fαιя ωιтн мαиу яι∂єѕ αи∂ fσσ∂ тσ тяу συт
╔══════════════════════════════════════╗▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ☁cloυdy, 60℉|15℃ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁ He had been hearing rumors of a state fair going on the pier and he decided to head to the location. In fact this was true! The New York State fair seemed more livelier than ever. The bright colors, the joyous laughter and innocent laughter seemed to shroud the place. Ahmes enjoyed places that just burst out in life. Despite being dead for so long this was a feeling he cherished very much. Even someone as grumpy as him could smile happily. There was simply so MUCH to do! Where was he going to even start?? There's roller coasters all around the area and a giant Ferris Wheel that was sure to give whoever got on it an amazing view.
This was the place in which being with friends or family would make it all the merrier but the man barely knew anyone and his 'family' was lonnnnnng gone. Nonetheless the lonesome Egyptian decided to just roam around the fair. Upon more observation he found nice games! there were balloon dart games, the classic strong man game(which was totally rigged, it always is), basketball, ring toss and much more! Holy SHIT there was so much to do, no wonder one would come out exhausted from these things. It was just too much fun to just contain it all on one day... but Ahmes was determined. Determined to make the most out of this day and place. Now he just wondered where to go first. (¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.-> 【 4/4 sℓσтs :: ғυℓℓ 】 <-.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯)╚══════════════════════════════════════╝
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Post by polaris on May 1, 2015 5:35:10 GMT -8
Rieti couldn’t remember when was the last time that he had taken part in a event like this but every once in awhile even he got curious and excited about these events and took some time off from work so that he could go see what was all the fuss about. There was so many people and a lot of them were families with children. Aaaah how he wished to stop some of the running children and tell them to stay close to their parents, but that wouldn’t be wise. How could the parents let their children run around like that? Rieti didn’t know, but he was certain that his own children would have loved to be here if they had still been alive and small.
The fallen continues to walk forward without a real destination, he was just enjoying the sights and seeing all these happy faces made the old man smile as well. He didn’t even realise it, but how could he not smile when everyone else were having such a great time? Rieti then stops near a stall that had one of those shooting games set up. Pick a gun, shoot the target and win a price, that kind of game it was and it seemed interesting. Would he still know how to shoot a gun? Well, a toy gun but still…
Eventually he walks to the stall and picks up one of the toy guns, the stall owner didn’t pay much attention to him and that was fine by Rieit. “It’s way too light...I would surely miss...” Rieti spoke quietly to himself and chuckles, putting the gun down. It was nothing like the ones used during the winter war, he thought.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on May 1, 2015 8:38:19 GMT -8
Salvia came for the elephant ears and stayed for the fried Kool-Aid. What is this concoction that seemed to be worth the fuss of a fifteen foot long line? Salvia had Kool-Aid a few times before, though she much preferred lemonade or a Capri Sun. But . . . fried Kool-Aid. How does one deep fry a drink? And why? Seems like anything can be deep-fried today. Curiousity got the better of her; she may be semi-immortal and have many opportunities to try everything, but like many things, there was no guarantee this oddity would last forever.
Salvia didn't bother to wait in line. She sauntered directly towards the window and tapped the glass to get the cook's attention. Nobody seemed to notice or care that a rude, impatient stranger wanted her fried Kool-Aid this instant. Goodie-good-gumdrops. As the cook prepared her anticipation, she watched one of the cashiers pick up the microphone and roll out a, "Hear-ye, hear-ye! Geeeeeeeeeeeeet your fried Kool-Aid and fried milkshakes here at Crispee Towne."
The apprentice scoffed at his lackluster delivery. Such energy. So enthusiastic. She envisioned how she would have said it--wait. Fried milkshakes. Fried milkshakes? Salvia swung her head through the window and rapped the glass loudly. Oh yes, she was going to attempt a feast she will both regret and relish.
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Post by roseyposey on May 1, 2015 13:36:00 GMT -8
Two day road trips with Araceli weren't ideal, but the reward -- a “state fair” reward -- certainly won out. The Fair rides blazed magenta and cyan and Tropicana orange in the noon sun, so bright his eyes looked to the grass. Fifteen minutes before, he’d stopped at a parlour down the block where an old man sold hard Italian cookies and colourful Italian sherbets and loose cigarettes from under the counter if you asked the right way. Rosen didn't smoke. But, he did have a sweet tooth. And he now wandered the fair grounds with a wooden spoon and a plastic cup of lemon sherbet.
Lips compressed, ducking into the stifled drab of some vendor stand’s shadow, he wiped a hand across his forehead. The fusty smell of cinnamon and sunscreen and frying oil was as drenching as the heat, and rich enough to make your head ache. Rosen ran a free hand through his hair. He should’ve left his overcoat and vest at the motel.
"Hear-ye, hear-ye! Geeeeeeeeeeeeet your fried Kool-Aid and fried milkshakes here at Crispee Towne."
His shoulders tensed and his hand jerked to cover his right ear. "Holy shit, shut up,” he mumbled, setting his jaw. Fried Kool-Aid? Fried milkshakes? Who the fuck comes up with this shit. |
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Post by sheepalamode on May 1, 2015 22:58:35 GMT -8
Despite all of the commotion, Ahmes was pretty calm and collected. He loved places like this.. even after listening to some kids fighting over who'd go first on one of the booths. Innocence was blissbut damn these kids were loud and rowdy. The Egyptian lad continued to walk, going to one of the less crowded stands to get a fresh, mouthwatering looking Funnel Cake. These things were magical in a way. Sugary, greasy and hot. delicious. He took a picture of the food with his phone and slid it to his pocket, trying out a piece only to hum in delight. "Mmmn... This is amazing" He sighed dramatically, shoulders dropping as the piece of pastry melted on his mouth.
As he continued to walk he saw a shoot-em-up booth with a simple wooden rifle, observing the toy before a taller man stood besides him. He glanced at the older man once, then twice, then a third time as he watched him grab the toy and mutter some words. "...Isnt it slightly better to have something light to shoot with? Your gun wont recoil--... given the ammo it has.." He pointed at the cork. "Then again, im not a professional- ahahaha" He waved a hand, setting what was left of the food to the side as he grabbed a gun, staring at it. |
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Post by polaris on May 2, 2015 0:56:33 GMT -8
The fallen looks at the shorter man that was standing next to him and the ends of his lips curl up slightly. “I think that it’s mostly about what one prefers, I personally like to feel the weight of the gun in my hands. It helps you to aim better. But then again what do I know about guns and shooting these days...” Rieti seemed amused about his own words and indeed, he knew almost nothing about the guns made in the modern days. So he was hardly an expert.
“Touche!” The old man chuckles and observes the other man, who was now holding the toy gun in his hands. “Interested in the main price my good sir?” Rieti then asks and nods his head towards the big stuffed animal sitting at the corner of the stall where everyone could see it but not reach it. It was a medium sized tiger, not as impressive as some of those giant stuffed animals that you could see in larger amusement parks but it must have been irresistible to the children who saw it.
“Why don’t you amuse this old man and try out this shooting game with him? Hmm?” He smiled playfully while looking at the other man. Hey, even Rieti wanted to try out silly games as long as he had someone to play them with.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on May 2, 2015 8:00:42 GMT -8
The fried Kool-Aid honestly tasted like ass. Alright, that was harsh. They're not the worst food she's ever had. But the texture of the fried crust and the saturated sweetness of the powdery insides felt wrong together. It tasted like she was eating make-up. Or a clown nose, now that she looked at the fried ball again. What a disturbing idea. Salvia forced herself to swallow her bite and tucked the rest in her jacket pocket; the team back home might like them. Maxwell would prooooobably like this a lot. Wasting food, no matter how bad, was never part of her ideals.
The fried milkshakes though? Aw yeah, now THIS is the good stuff. First bite, second bite, every bite was a fried, creamy moment of delight and wonder. HELL YEAH. She leaned against the Crispee Towne booth and scarfed down those fried milkshakes. This was the true reason of her apprentice life. This was great. This was a grand decision.
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Post by roseyposey on May 2, 2015 19:13:18 GMT -8
He didn’t know what caught his attention first, but he wished it stayed in it's fucking lane and left him none the wiser. Was that fried Kool-Aid? Humanity has reached it’s lowest. God save us all. Except this fried Kool-Aid eating fuck; they can rot in hell with their shit taste. Oh no. They're going for more. He didn't know what was worse: someone eating that fried shit or someone actually enjoying that fried shit.
Hoping the sweet tartness would distract him from culinary torture, Rosen curled his upper lip and ate a spoonful of lemon sherbet. The fried balls -- was it fried milkshake this time? Fuck if he knew -- had the sheen of ochre oil paint squeezed from the tube. A wrinkle formed between his brow. With an affected, sarcastic delicacy he slumped forward and gestured with a free hand to the stranger's feast of horrors.
“Looks incredible. Surprised it hasn’t gotten three Michelin stars.”
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Post by stuffed-peppers on May 5, 2015 15:46:40 GMT -8
Salvia glared up towards the stranger who sharply remarked her dietary decisions, eyebrows knitting together beneath her matted hair. Well, conyo su madre, buta. You care about food so much? Go reserve a spot at some Gordon Ramsay restaurant for yourself, you lonesome cur. Pretty sure he can serve a lot of dick you can suck. Nah, that's a waste of breath. Instead, she held out her half-bitten fried milkshake ball toward the asshat and replied dryly,
"You want one, buddy?"
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Post by sheepalamode on May 5, 2015 18:13:30 GMT -8
Hmm, at least the man was being friendly. He stared at the weapon he held and he was right.. it was very VERY light. Perhaps that was part of the whole 'they're probably making a scammy game" rumors. Nonetheless the others encouragement made him want to try at least. With a nod, he set his things to the side and aimed at one of the targets, however, his comment made him look to the prices. A giant bear(that probably had no room in his bedroom), Some rubber hammers, sword, guitars and then some smaller stuffed animals. One in particular caught his attention. It was a stuffed bird plush. "Ah..." Was all that he said. This just got the poor boy motivated now. At least the stakes weren't high. Staring at the targets, he aimed the nozzle at them, and when he pulled the trigger, he hit a target. "AH-AHHHH" He pointed at it and stared at the older man. "I- I DID IT- I SHOT SOMETHING" He spoke excitedly and just handed the man the gun. "Now its up to you to hit more targets, my luck cant get better after that first bulls eye so i dont EVEN want to try" He said with a laugh, patting his back. "You can do it- im sure you can get me that little bird over there"
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Post by stuffed-peppers on May 11, 2015 20:40:59 GMT -8
(will delete this later; is everyone busy with finals and things or is this thread no longer active? just to be sure)
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Post by roseyposey on May 12, 2015 19:18:17 GMT -8
(also will delete later: im still active in it dont worry B) i had three presentations due this week and so i was busy all last week, but i should b free to reply now yea)
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