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carmelabianci:
“Sure, why not.. I’d rather be all the way up there right now. Do you think we could get away with being up there for a bit longer?”
❝ honestly ? we might be able to. there’s no one else in line -- i don’t see why they wouldn’t just let us stay on. and i legitimately think that’s the best idea i’ve heard all day. ❞
expcnsives:
a wave of disbelief washes over alessia, shooting mara an incredulous look. ❝ me? on.. on that- that thing!? ❞ she questions, finger pointing from the large rickety wheel to herself. ❝ no. absolutely not. you really must have some sort of death wish, and living in this town is enough of one, mar. ❞
❝ a death wish ? ❞ mara echoes, unable to help the laugh that escapes her. ❝ it’s just a ferris wheel, and i’m sure that it’s probably the safest thing here -- i’m not quite certain on whether that’s a good thing or not, but the statement still stands. ❞ she glances towards the ferris wheel, her grin still wide. ❝ you’re honestly telling me there’s no way you’ll get on that with me ? ❞
fxkrory:
“I’m not scared,” Rory told the other pointedly — practically growled, in fact, knuckles white with exertion as he gripped the rickety seat below. He couldn’t imagine how the other was so calm and collected; not with the way the ride groaned with every inch upwards — clearly straining even with so little weight to carry. It was too similar for his liking; lying there against the hot cement, the groan of the car above him. And he could hear someone screaming; fuck, he wished that they would just shut up, his head already pounding. If only he could just go to sleep … though it was then that he realized he was the one endlessly shrieking, his voice beginning to crack, going hoarse. The car giving another horrifying groan from above, seconds from catching flame. “I’m not scared,” He repeated once more then, attempting to visibly calm himself, not wanting to hear it from the other; Mara no doubt getting a fuckin’ kick out of all this. Though, the higher they climbed, the harder he held on; refusing to look anywhere but his lap, willing the ride to be over. With that, he let out an uneasy breath. “Fuck,” He cursed audibly, eyes squeezing shut, his heartbeat – if he had one anymore – no doubt racing in his chest if it could. “Fuck, fuck, alright —” He spoke then, head shaking somewhat as he did so. “I just — I don’t like rides, alright? Any rides.” Swallowing hard, he allowed himself a peak in the other’s direction. “Don’t look so fuckin’ pleased,” He grimaced, giving her a look as he did so. “It’s a legitimate fear. It’s the —- sounds,” Rory finally managed to get out. “I don’t like the creaking, it sounds — I mean, it sounds like it’s going to give any second.”
❝ sure, you’re not. ❞ the ferris wheel started and mara had turned away from him, having nothing else to say. she did say it’d be a ten minute truce, after all. she rested an arm on the car’s railing, and she stared out towards the carnival below them as well as the town past the perimeter of the fair. a wave of nostalgia washed over her -- as much as she’d swear there was nothing keeping her in old hollow, she couldn’t help but feel some sort of fondness for the town. it was where she had grown up after all, where she’d had some of the best moments of her life. how strange it was to hold it in such high regard when all mara wanted to do was to leave. his saying ‘i’m not scared’ again broke her out of her reverie and she finally looked back at him. though he had looked scared before, his expression now was something else entirely. she couldn’t hide the shock that crossed her features to see him looking so terrified. ❝ pleased ? ❞ she echoed, the word sounding choked. her brows knitted together as she stared at him. of all the things she could have imagined happening on this damned ferris wheel, this was the very last expectation she had. ❝ for fuck’s sake, rory, do you really think that little of me ? ❞ a choked laugh escaped her. ❝i know we don’t fucking get along on a good day, but do you really think i’m some sort of sadist ? ❞ she took a deep breath, exhaling sharply through her nose. her own hurt feelings needed to wait until later, mara decided. they didn’t have priority while he was clearly having some sort of crisis. ❝ you could have said that you don’t like rides -- that’s all it would have taken for me to leave you alone. ❞ guilt washed over her, leaving her uncomfortable. she knew that wasn’t quite true -- she would have thrown a jibe or two at him, trying to egg him into it. but had she known he’d get so upset, she really wouldn’t have asked in the first place. ❝ it’ll be fine, ok ? people have been getting on and off this thing all day, and if you really want me to, i can try to wave down the ride operator to see if he can let us off sooner ? ❞ she reached out a hand gingerly, resting it lightly on his arm, saying, ❝ do you want me to just talk really loud until we can get off ? you did say my voice was obnoxious and grating or something the other day. maybe i can drown out the noises of this thing. ❞ she wasn’t trying to make light but she wondered if maybe distracting him would help.
maxinepruett:
“ i don’t understand, people go on such things because they actually enjoy the thrill of possible death? ” to someone actually dead, well it didn’t make any sense at all. no matter how many years they had spent on this earth, maybe they would never understand. “ how many deaths do you think occur because of these rides? it’s not too much is it, or else such things wouldn’t exist anymore? ”
❝ that’s exactly what they do, ❞ mara said with a laugh, her brows drawing together in confusion. was this girl serious ? it was like she’d never seen a fair or a carnival or anything of the sort. ❝ that’s rather morbid, don’t you think ? like, normal people just assume it’s probably safe and then get on the ride and enjoy themselves ? but you’re right -- incidents don’t happen a lot. ❞
maxinepruett:
“ but the sounds it’s making..it’s just so rickety and the way the little carts on it sway as they move, how can anyone enjoy that when it’s possible they may fall to their peril? are you sure it’s safe? ” it’s not like max could die again, but they didn’t have much confidence in that giant metal contraption.
❝ no one’s expecting it to look safe, and i guess that’s just part of the fun -- the risk and the exhilaration of it all, ❞ mara paused before glancing at the ferris wheel they stood in front of, ❝ but most people don’t usually consider the ferris wheel perilous. usually that reaction is saved for the pirate ship ride or whatever roller coaster there is. oh -- and the gravitron ride. even i won’t go on that. ❞
ellcr:
“but that’s ten whole minutes, and that’s already eleven minutes too many. don’t prey on my want to get away from the camera crew like that… fine. fine. lead the way.”
❝ eleven minutes too many ? -- ouch. but since you did agree, though, the sting’s definitely lessened. and you should be thanking me anyways -- getting you away from the camera crew like this. ❞
fxkrory:
Though he dragged his feet, he followed after the other —- judging by her practically glowing smile that there was no backing out now. Even if he didn’t really understand why she couldn’t just go by herself … however, he also supposed that truthfully there was no real reason for him to be so — terrified. It wasn’t as if getting on one stupid ride would kill him. Literally. “—- This thing better not get fuckin’ stuck,” He grouched as the two entered the line; short, much to his dismay, leaving them only a few people short of the front. “I mean, I don’t know about you; but to me it doesn’t look like the picture of modern engineering.” With that, he huffed, eyeing the towering piece of scrap metal warily as he attempted a deep breath through his nose. Fuck; if he didn’t stop thinking about it, he was bound to jinx himself at this rate. “And just for the record, this doesn’t changing anything,” He added finally, gaze returning to Mara as he gave her a look of slightly forced distain. “Just because we share a seat on one damn ride doesn’t mean ‘m suddenly going to start tolerating you.” Though, with that, the two were suddenly at the front, leaving Rory swearing under his breath as he eyed the small seat hesitantly. Once they were up there, there was no room to escape. “— Christ,” He muttered, suddenly feeling more pale than usual as he watched Mara seat herself.
❝ it’s not going to get stuck, ❞ mara said this with more confidence than she had any right to have. it almost annoyed her, the way that he tended to be so negative. they were at a carnival, the mood was light -- she couldn’t understand why he still was so glum. she had never been one to tell someone else how to behave but damn. all she wanted to tell him in the moment was, ‘enjoy yourself for once.’ ❝ it looks like it’s going to be fun. ❞ she shot him a pointed look. all she wanted to do was enjoy one stupid carnival ride. if he complained the whole time -- she exhaled sharply before shaking her head. she could ignore him, if she really had to. ❝ oh, woe is me -- here i was thinking we would the best of friends after this, ❞ she deadpanned, hardly bothering to look at him as they walked towards the front of the line together. finally, mara stepped up and into the car. sitting down with no hesitation. finally it struck mara how pale he looked, how uncomfortable. ❝ tell me you’re not honestly scared of this, ❞ she teased gently, her voice softer than it had been just moments before. glancing upwards towards the top of the wheel, she asked, ❝ is it the height ? it’s not really that tall, not once you’re up there anyways, i promise, ❞
fxkrory:
“How very big of you, Mara,” Rory muttered sardonically in return, a roll of his eyes given as he shifted his gaze away from the girl once more, eyes landing on the ride just ahead as he mentally weighed his options. He supposed it wouldn’t be so bad, given that at the very least it would get him off the ground and away from the fucking public. Though the way the ride creaked — Rory visibly cringed with anxiety, flashbacks hitting him like a damn freight train as he was suddenly back in his flipped car; the creaking and groaning too similar for his taste. “—– Fine,” He agreed evenly after a long moment, refusing to let the other in on his nerves. Even if he was feeling a bit pale. “Ten minutes,” He repeated, giving her a warning look as he did so. “Ten minutes, and afterwards you let me carry on with my fucking life.” With that, he motioned for her to walk. “Let’s just get this over with,” He sighed, following after.
mara had already known that her asking was petty, self-serving, even, and his comment only drew an eye roll from her. he wasn’t going to bother her, and he wasn’t going to get under her skin -- she kept repeating these thoughts over and over like a mantra. ❝ isn’t it ? ❞ she kept her voice light, but the smile on mara’s face was nothing short of aggressive. why she had thought being civil was even a possibility was beyond her. the odds of one of them strangling the other at the top of the ferris wheel seemed to be increasing minute by minute. mara shook her head at his comment ❝ fine ? ❞ there was doubt in her voice, spurred on by his hesitation. she had seen his cringe -- but was it her place to ask ? mara might not’ve been fond of him, but she wasn’t heartless. she herself hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek, before saying, ❝ well, thank you. i appreciate it. ❞ her gaze turned back towards the queue and then towards the ferris wheel, and her smile turned into something gleeful. she began stepping towards it before looking over her shoulder, saying, ❝ c’mon then. ❞
vikmayes:
vik looked up at the monstrosity that was the ferris wheel. she winced at the fact it seemed to be moving on it’s last leg. she pictured their deaths so vividly. “i mean-” mara got her. she had been wanting to get away from this camera crew since they showed up. “….if i die, i’ll haunt your ass for the rest of your days.”
mara never tended to think about the worst case scenario. if something bad were to happen, she’d take it as it came. and not dwell about it before hand. it just didn’t benefit anyone, especially not mara, to overthink and worry. she offered her friend a comforting smile, saying, ❝ it’s going to be fine. ❞ there was a moment of pause before she added, ❝ and if we’re not, i’ll gladly accept you haunting me. i wouldn’t expect anything but. ❞
ellisbyrne:
“No,” he said bluntly again, shooting the girl a look, clearly not into the idea. Of course, she had a point, the cameras particularly bothered him and if one more person came up to argue with him about the existence of ghosts, Ellis was pretty sure he’d be libel to do something drastic. “… if I say yes, would you leave me alone? I guess I have ten minutes for that.”
mara had nearly been about to ask again -- plead might have been the more accurate word -- and she couldn’t help the look of surprise that crossed her face when she heard him change his answer. ❝ i -- yes, totally. i’ll even forget about that dollar twenty-five you’re supposed to owe me. ❞
mcniqadiri:
“ if i wanted to die today, mara, i would’ve laid down in the middle of the street. “ glancing at the ferris wheel, positive it was built before they were even born. besides the wind causing it to creak gently, mani shot her a questionable expression, “ you have me fucked up. “
❝ that’s a little dramatic, ❞ mara replied, following his gaze towards the ferris wheel. maybe it was a little sketchy but didn’t that just add to the excitement ? she thought so. ❝ okay, but i still haven’t heard an explicit ‘no’ from you. is there really no way i can convince you ? ❞
fxkrory:
“—– Did you fall and hit your head?” Rory questioned after a beat, eyebrows raising incredelously as he gave the girl before him a puzzled look. “Or maybe you’re having a fucking stroke? Temporary amnesia, maybe…? Because otherwise, I can’t seem to fathom why you would ever want me of all people to go on a carnival ride with you.” With that, he turned his gaze to the ride in question, giving it a wary look. “Unless you’ve got some kind of death wish and you’re hoping to take me down in the process.”
the conversation was only thirty seconds in and already mara was regretting it. she knew it had been a bad idea to ask rory of all people but — ❝ i wasn’t getting on it by myself and you were the only person i recognized standing nearby. my desire to go on the ferris wheel is greater than my disdain for you. ❞ she said this all matter-of-factly, trying to keep her expression even. she wasn’t going to try to ruin her chance of getting on the damned carnival ride -- if that meant trying to be civil, she’d try. ❝ ten minute truce. i still might be thinking how nice it would be to punch you in the face while we’re on it, but i won’t say it aloud. ❞
scllivcns:
“ and the death of a cat isn’t sad enough for you? you must have laughed through ‘ole yeller. a better question would be, ‘what didn’t happen to my cat?’ i dyed him blue, shaved everything but his head, hid his litter box you name it. ”
❝ no, that would be awful. oh my god -- i never said that a cat dying isn’t sad -- i was just trying to say that it’s probably not quite the type of sad they’re looking for. sorry about that, i guess ? and that poor thing. if he did haunt you, i wouldn’t blame him. ❞
❝ c’mon — just go on the ferris wheel with me once. i don’t want to go alone, and plus the line is short right now. it’ll be like ten minutes tops, and it’d be ten minutes away from the people with cameras ? what could be more convincing than that ? ❞
scllivcns:
“ you know nothin’ happens around here when the whole goddamn city throws a party for the walmart version of the scooby doo gang. think they’d be able to talk to my cat from seventh grade? we ended on real bad terms, and i’d just like to clear the air. ”
❝ while i’m sure your cat was very important to you, i can’t see them wanting to contact a cat. one, a cat can’t talk. two, they’re probably looking for some sob story to get the viewers and ratings. pity and sadness sells — still, i do need to know. what happened to your poor cat ? ❞
fxkrory:
Rory could feel it — his time beginning to slip away, his opaque being otherwise faltering with a flicker, fading faster by the minute; no doubt due to the pure exertion of strength used to continue bickering with the other. Mara was exhausting in more ways than one, a waste of energy in every sense of the word — for hours after their daily encounter, Rory was rendered useless, some days left so weak after remaining tangible for such a long period that he was nearly invisible. Left to do nothing more than sulk about. And for what? — A conversation consisting of not much more than poorly executed insults slung haphazardly until he inevitably was forced to escape? Sometimes he wondered about his own judgement; if perhaps the crash had dislodged a few brain cells. He couldn’t imagine otherwise why he gave a single flying fuck regarding anything that had to do with the other. Bringing his hand up then to pinch at the bridge of his nose in what could only be described as pure irritation, Rory willed himself to stay whole for just a few moments longer, his full focus given as he merely huffed in return. “And yet, I’m always the one to exit the conversation first,” Rory commented, one final insult thrown as he prepared to take his leave. “Though maybe you should be careful,” He went onto say, gaze never wavering from the other’s as he never once backed down; even when in otherwise excruciating pain. “— Keep protesting like that and someone might call bullshit.” With that, he gave Mara a tight smile. “Enjoy your fresh hell, sounds fuckin’ terrible if you ask me,” He mimicked finally, head nodding in goodbye as he moved to step around the other. “I would say that I look forward to talking again, but honestly, I cherish the seconds that you’re away.” He needed to make his exit quickly in fear that the other would for whatever reason, call him back, or even worse attempt to reach out and touch him — her hand no doubt gliding right through him if she even dared.
❝ yeah ? and who’s that gonna be ? you ? fine, but if you call me out, expect me to do the same to you. ❞ that wouldn’t come as a surprise. both of them had the habit of retaliating against whatever was said to them, redirecting blows and firing new jabs just in attempts to get under the other’s skin. neither of them could turn the other cheek. maybe she should try, though. it was too late for that now, but maybe next time ? the words he had said all but guaranteed the fact she would run into him again ( she really had to wonder, ‘what was his problem ? ’ ) but maybe next time she wouldn’t retaliate. she’d shrug the dust off her shoulders, and reply with a cool nonchalance. would that make things easier ? mara couldn’t see how it wouldn’t -- but that was for another time. for now, she wasn’t going to censor herself. ❝ is that it ? you’re walking away ? seriously ? ❞ unlike rory, mara wore her heart on her sleeve. just as she felt them, her emotions were obvious and easy to read. disbelief had colored her features while indifference painted his. she folded her arms across her chest, shaking her head as he stepped by. ❝ i hope you have a terrible fucking day, ❞ she mumbled, pulling a face as she turned to look away from him. maybe he did have a point -- she could be childish. she would never admit that though, not to him.