#mfcarnival

[unshrinkingviolet]

"yeah, it's a perfect shot. only way it could get any better would be if you could take a hint and stepped out of it." the bright lights of the carnival were giving just the right vibe but they seemed impossible to pin down.

[lockwolves]

grace wasn't quite sure what to make of the carnival. sure, it came to the town every year or so but this time things were different. animal attacks, strange people wandering around - there was always something new and creepy going on. she has her arms folded across her chest as she stares up at the ferris wheel in an almost grumpy manner.

[rcdiances]

it's still daunting for allison to be a newcomer in such a tight knit town, but the opportunity that the carnival presented was one she simply could not ignore. besides, it would be fun to have a look around! she's got a box of popcorn in her hands as she leisurely walks around - fading into the background feeling a lot easier than social interaction. allison sits down at a bench and looks around with a sigh, quite content to continue observing.

[scotted]

his hands are still shaking. registers this somewhere in the back of his mind, knows he needs to... do something. go home. get the wound on his side, pressed beneath a dirty t-shirt and a palm slick with his own blood, looked at before it gets infected or something. but the woods he just stumbled out of still crowd around the edge of the carnival like a promise, and— scott can't let anyone else get hurt. he has to warn someone. realizes someone's approached him in the very same instant that he blurts, gone stupid with adrenaline and the phantom of his best friend's paranoia, "i think there's a werewolf here."

[benn3tts]

"very snazzy." lucy comments on the state of the buzzing scene around them, people running in and out of her line of sight - the lights cozy & ferris wheel slowly stuttering in a circle. "what do you think?"

[bewitchedruin]

The dead were always loud, but it was worse in a public setting. so many people gathered with spirits attached to them like puppets on a string. Ghosts were exhausting because no one ever left this plane with their life tied up in a neat little bow. That's the thing about dying--no one's ever ready. They always have something dire left to be said or done, and as soon as they knew she could see them, they chained themselves to her like anchors to an unfit life raft. It felt like drowning, except it wasn't water she was choking on, it was a tsunami of everyone else's grief. It had been stupid to come, but she was trying not to be a hermit. So much for that, since she was already off at the edge of the lot where it was more quiet. She could hear the games and rides playing over the distant crowd as she dug through her purse, looking for a lighter to smoke her joint. Someone struck the bell on the strength game really hard with the hammer and all the lights went off, blasting celebratory music. Isa angled her purse into the momentary brightness to confirm what she already knew.

"shit." she muttered. Isa looked around, scanning the few people nearest to see if any of them looked like they might actually smoke. It was a long shot since most people vaped now. Isa hesitated as she spotted someone but ultimately took a step forward. "Hey--you wouldn't happen to have a lighter I could borrow, would you?" If not, maybe there was one she could buy around here. Hell, maybe this was her cue to leave and go home.

[cursdslayer]

"—you don't need to breathe down my neck. you know that, right?" the carnival was crowded, but there was still a little thing called personal space that could be adhered to. being around this many people already felt like pushing it. it was the carnival or home, though, and the santos house was stifling. vanessa needed to breathe, and it was impossible with her father around.