#barlowsevent

[drugsformikey-blog]

The drinks were flowing and so was he. Hours had passed since he’d started, hours of throwing back alcoholic concoctions that had now come back to bite him in the ass and leave him cheek-first in a gradually growing puddle of his own vomit. His disorientated mind was only partly conscious of the fact that there was suddenly more people surrounding him that there had been previously. He was only partly aware of the conversations going on around him as an arm sluggishly felt around behind him in search of the needle and small pouch of white powder that he knew were somewhere on the pavement. Whatever he did he wouldn’t allow those to fall into somebody else’s hands.

A shadow fell over the young college student’s face as his stomach convulsed yet again, a small stream of green bile spilling from his lips to mingle with the mess already on the floor in front of him. Not moving from his spot in the vomit puddle, Mikey attempted to glance upwards at the person stood in front of him before giving it up as a hopeless cause. With his hand that was still searching for the desired needle and pouch, he raised it only slightly off the floor in a weak attempt at a wave. “’m’fine,” he said, attempting to wave the person away. “Jus’ need to sleep. Go back to festival and forget me.”

[maddieeeharper-blog]

Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, always expecting the worse. Her pulse beat fast, cold sweat stuck to her skin, as she leaned against the window. It was a good vantage point of the festivities happening below, a good distance too.

She’d been down there before, walking around, blending seamlessly, just another teenager. But it was…suffocating down there. Kids running around, everyone loud, the smell of food grilling; if she closed her eyes, it was, instead 2006 and Olivia was nowhere to be found.

Rather than risk a panic attack, Maddie had relocated. She was furious with herself for not being able to handle it, for not being able to take a breath and ignore it all.

Raising the binoculars to her face again, she watched carefully, looking for anything odd. There was some action back behind the cotton candy booth, drug dealing, she suspected, but other than that, nothing.

Ears perking, Maddie listened to the steady squeak of someone climbing the stairs behind her. She shoved the binoculars into an out of sight alcove and moved back to stand casually against the window, waiting to see who it could possibly be.

[roxward-blog]

“So..” Dark hues stared into the stranger’s, “Are you going to tell me where I can get a caramelized apple? I’ve been craving some of that, really..” Sometimes it was rather difficult for Roxy to stop flirting, but it just came naturally, always searching to toy with some small mouse; love victim. Always a seductress, hands trespassing boundaries. Eyes indicating her desire for things she shouldn’t get. 

As expected, she was obviously high and maybe a little drunk. It was a bad mix, and even worse when displays were shown to the public. At times, Roxanne could get a bit crazy. Take off her shirt, and scream to the wild. There was no one that could stop her - well, perhaps her brother or cops if she got a bit too creepy. But it wasn’t unusual to see her get in trouble. Eyes determined the person from top to bottom, making it very obvious a caramelized apple was the least of her worries at the moment.

[sageeverhart-blog]

The bench had been her sacred place, at least for the next few hours as her parents ventured into the festival. Sage was never one to like huge events, or socialize with people but both had been against her missing it. They repeated on multiple occasions that she would have fun and it would be okay, but so far the only achievement from her had been watching people from afar. Sage awkwardly sat in the empty bench, wondering why she had agreed on coming in the first place. People laughed, enjoyed the activities but she just felt out of place, like an outsider. 

There were times where she wished to be as outspoken as some, have friends and just have fun but that future seemed a bit distant to her. A sip of hot chocolate was had, green hues following shadows go back and forth between activity booths. It was rather depressing. Well, all up until someone sat right beside but no words were actually spoken to them. Sage stared into the night, making everything possible to ignore the person beside her.