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“Why don’t you count them?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. He hadn’t even been on more than three, mostly because the food had kept him occupied but also because most of them seemed boring. He’d never been a huge fan of rides but the carnival atmosphere wasn’t awful. “I haven’t. Have you?” He kind of knew the answer would be no considering the fact if she really did want to know how many there were, she probably would have counted them when going on them.

“A simple ‘I don’t know’ would have been fine.” Her smile brightened as she looked to him and then to the surrounding structures towering over them. From the moment it opened till they kicked people out at night she was here, wanting to experience every inch of it before it breezed by and the opportunity was wasted. She dare say she knew the funnel cake concession workers by name, now. “Yes, or at least I think I’d been on them all. I was wondering if there was one I’d miss. It’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be, and I didn’t know what to expect when they came. Which would you think is the most popular one?”

#alexanderpls #alexanderpls1

sorry for the absence. it’s been a rough week and today magically became worse. i’ll be off and on for the rest of the night, multitasking at its finest. hmu for plots! i would love a distraction!

#ooc.

There was something thrilling to all of this that the girl from Bristol couldn’t place her finger on but nonetheless kept a smile lifting her tiers. She knew for certain a part of it was the carnival, the first she had ever been to with a swarm of butterflies maintaining her excitement with their flutter in her stomach. And a challenge, an hour to be at every motorized amusement... there’s was something captivating about that too. Her watch read three o’clock, and what harm was there sitting on a fixture near several of the rides watching them all? “How many of these do you think there are,” she asked, already having a number to mind that she counted a day prior. “Have you been on all of them, yet?”

#shhqstart #shhqcarnival

anastasiayork

ATTENDING a carnival didn’t quite seem like something that Ana would be doing while she was seeking some form of safety here. Logic pushed that it was the opposite of intelligent — being somewhere so open, but maybe some childish enjoyment was what she needed overall. None of the arcade games were appealing to her, but the carousel caught her eye: more specifically a black stallion that made his rounds. She held back a smile and turned to the closest Safe Haven resident beside her, “Come on the carousel with me? It’s boring, but I love them anyway.”

A kid in a candy shop would have been less ecstatic than Quinn was the moment the carnival had been announced-- the girl had nearly bounced from venue to venue the moment they opened and already had doubled back several times in her excitement. It was her excitement that cut off Ana’s last word with a hasty, “Yes,” with feet already moving toward the ride. “I’ve never been on one before. The horses look shifty as fuck but it looks like fun.” Her hands were fidgeting with the bandages over her healing wound, turning so she could walk backwards and talk face to face. “They said there was a real one near where I lived. Poor horses would walk in circles for hours they couldn’t walk straight. You ever been on one of those?”

#anastasiayork #anastasiayork2

I’m finally home, and I’ll be dishing out replies for Gideon first, and then Quinn. If anyone wants to start a thread, or plot, my messaging and asks are all open!

#ooc.

alicejohnson

“Holy fucking shit!” Alice exclaimed, getting onto her knees to examine the other girls hands. She gagged a little at the blood before looking her in the eyes. “Should I call 911? I’ve never dealt with anything like this before.”

“You mean phone the police?” Her eyes widened just a touch, her heart gaining the extra beat as it did when the police came to break up fights. But of course, it was for her safety and well being, and even then, involving law enforcement was a bit much. “No. It’s just a cut. Just need to get the glass out.”

#alicejohnsonrp #alicejohnsonrp1

violet

“Traveling through English countryside, there’s a lot of green but it's always dull and burnt by the sun. It's the lavender, beautiful fields of lavender and that godawful overwhelming smell.”

#jamesharkers #inquiries.#inquired colors.

blue

“The blue, cliche sky. Always cloudy or raining… the days when you could see it, you knew those were the good days.”

#inquiries.#inquired colors.

kennedymonroe

Kennedy knelt down in front of the other girl and pulled the shard of glass out of her hand. “A few is an understatement.” She looked at her. “You might need stitches.” She said. “Or rubbing alcohol and duct tape.” She looked at her.

And as the other pulled, a trail of sharp inhales followed until it was nothing but an empty wound-- one that she quickly cupped and applied pressure. “Are you fucking mad? You don’t just pull things out of wounds, that’s how people bleed to death.” Quinn knew it was an exaggeration, looking down at the pooling liquid, but with no intention of seeking medical help who knew what could happen. “No stitches. Alcohol and tape... and gauze to stop this.”

#kennedymonroe #kennedymonroe1

green

"Potted plants on our kitchen window seal. They were always bright, vibrant; they never lived longer than a week.”

#inquiries.#inquired colors.

rydersmith

Ryder put the pills in his mouth and washed them down with water and looked at the girl. “I’m not touchy.” He said. “I just don’t have time for rude people.”

With a deep sigh she relaxed back into her chair, pen in hand twirling between two fingers. “If you thought that was rude, yeah, you’re touchy. It was a question. Not my fault you took it personal.”

#rydersmith #rydersmith1

anastasiayork

SOFT eyes measured the scene as it unfurled: the fast motions, the protective hands and the package, the frenzied steps ( excitement? ), the trip … the inevitable fall. Maybe she should have said something but ever the silent observer. It was only when she spoke that Ana held out a hand, palm up, and offered a smile as soft as her hues. “Let me see?” Ana was familiar with scraped, cuts, bruises, lacerations from accidents. She was no nurse or medical professional but a quick fix was a quick fix. “I can get the glass out. It’ll probably need stitches, though. Maybe an escort to a medical station?”

Quinn rose to her feet, kicking the box to line the door as she placed her hand within the one presented for examination. The hiss accompanied with stretching out her palm should have been expected, but the throb created a temporary illusion the pain couldn’t get worse. “I wouldn’t mind the help getting it out but I only need gauze...” The pain would surely increase when it was removed and professional help would be smart to seek; still, it was a luxury she didn’t trust or cared to invest it lest the situation was more dire. She could handle it, for now. “And salt. A lot of salt.”

#anastasiayork #anastasiayork1

orange

“Playing in the rain outside the flat, the puddles were high but I was small. I loved the slosh sound and feeling the water rush between my toes with each step. My mum was furious I ruined those orange wellies but I was happy.”

#inquiries.#inquired colors.

inboxstuff

Send a color and my muse will tell you the first thing it reminds them of.

#inquired colors.

rydersmith

“Ignoring it.” Ryder let her know. “If I wanted to be talked to like I was stupid I’d call an ex.” He kept his back to her until he found the bottle of Advil and walked over to the fridge to get some water.

The snort escaped before she thought to conceal it, if concealing was a consideration. “I wasn’t harsh,” she smiled, her gaze incredulous as it was with so many others who quickly became defensive by few words. “If I’d known you’d be touchy I wouldn’t have bothered.”

#rydersmith #rydersmith1

Room Fifteen. Safe Haven. Nat-chi-tish-something (spelled nowhere near how it sound). Louisiana. It sounded like the start of a cliche book: the main character a retired detective about to be inducted into the world he left behind, thrilling but taxing to his psyche, and another broken promise to his wife when he swore he’d abandoned the job that nearly cost his life, but must return to save others. In towns like these every detail was noticed and gossiped, however minute, and a simple mistake-- like sending a package labeled with hazardous warnings to her present residence-- was unforgivable. Even postmen had loose lips about such things. But against suspicion the parcel was small, barely the size of a shoe box and had been delivered to a local cleaning company, and she, the convenient recipient. The brown packaging was devoid of its original warnings, naked and bare where the labels once were. Ten kilometers carrying it through the streets of watchful eyes and quick tongues, ten kilometers walking back to the room out of a penny, crime novel where she could steal away and be the heroine of her own story.

If only the box had survived the last ten steps to her door.

Tripped to the floor, her hand smashed through the folded tops as she came down with it, met with broken glass and the burn of its former contents now soaking the cardboard and carpet beneath. As she withdrew her hand, the shard sticking out from her palm, half dollar in size, was a less than welcoming sight. More importantly, it meant less material to work with, and money and effort half wasted. A slew of muttered curses rippled past her lips as she collected herself, stopping only when she noticed another. “Eh, do you mind? I might need a few bandages.”

#shhqstart #no need to match length #really #i got carried away #tw: blood #tw: injury #tw: graphic content

rydersmith

Ryder nodded. “Thanks.” He said. He walked over to the medicine cabinet and began to look through the medicine.

Her eyes followed his figure until it stopped in front of his destination, with an unwavering stare. “You deaf or are you just ignoring the question,” she asked, though her tone was more inquisitive than the attitude of the words suggested.

#rydersmith #rydersmith1

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