#roswellspringfest

[jurriaan-knight]

LOCATION: the egg hunt WITH @roswellstarters​

“When I was little my dad decided that we should also hide eggs on our property, it wasn’t that big, lots of cacti. So he hid real eggs everywhere since the chocolate ones were bound to be gone in an hour, and we didn’t want to clean up that mess. But he hid them all so well that neither me nor my cousins could find them, and so well that even he forgot where exactly he hid them. We found them when they started smelling pretty much two days later, could’ve been earlier, the sun in Aruba is relentless,” Jurriaan told a complete stranger as he watched people running around trying to find eggs. “My mom yelled at him and since then he made a list of where he hid them. Which in its own way is very dumb too, especially when we found the list every single Easter after that.” 

[suraj-s-dream]

WHERE: easter celebrations WITH @roswellstarters​

Suraj put their camera back in their bag after filming almost the whole B2un set, probably badly. They felt like they needed a steadier one to really film a concert. Out of the corner of their eye they saw a round shape hidden behind a bench, and bent down to pick it up. “Did someone lose this?” they asked, holding the easter egg out in front of them.

[meixuan]

for: @ofmona​ location: roswell spring fest

As Mei was making her way around the festival pretty much minding her own business, she heard a crunch beneath her feet. With a glance cast downwards, she realised she’d stood on and completely crushed one of the eggs the kids had been hunting for. Her face screwed up for a moment and she reached down to grab the remains, tossing them into a nearby bush. As she looked back in front of her, she realised there was someone stood in front of her and she laughed, “You saw nothing...”

[jayparkhq]

for: @jadenlapointe​ location: roswell spring fest

“You guys going on again?” Holly was just making conversation to kill time, really they wanted to be off doing all of the kids activities, but apparently their dogs didn’t actually count as children, so it was off the cards. “Just tell me I have time to go pet a few pigs before then...” they laughed. “Never thought I’d hear myself say that.”

[rhysevantaylor]

for: @jurriaan-knight​ location: roswell spring fest

Rhys had just passed by the petting zoo, which had mostly involved him getting collared by parents he knew from the hospital with a million and one questions. It happened a lot, especially since the storm it seemed; a lot had gone down and several parents were still unnerved over accidents that had happened, care that hadn’t been able to be administered as easily. He was always happy to put peoples minds at rest, especially so if it involved talking to the staff there about the goats while trapped. He bumped straight into Jurri as he stepped away, a light laugh escaping. “This doesn’t seem like your kind of thing,” he offered lightly, although he was smiling.

[tctteredwings]

for: @teddyxmillcr​ location: roswell spring fest

When the tractor seemed  to grind to a complete halt, Seb’s eyes narrowed. He’d hopped of with the intention of joining a friend... who then got a sudden phone call and had to run, leaving him alone there. When the thing had broken down, he only found himself getting more and more frustrated, casting a glance to someone sitting next to him. “Any good at fixing tractors?” he asked with a laugh.

[tctteredwings]

for: @dilanfm​ location: roswell spring fest

Seb hadn’t been entirely sure what he was doing there from the second he’d stepped foot into town, it would have been an easier day if he’d simply ran Nebula from open to close. But still, here he was, watching everything else, trying to figure out what to do with himself. He was wandering by the Easter egg hunt when as small smile crossed his features. “Think it’d be bad taste to try and find all the eggs before the kids do?” he asked the closest person to him, someone who also happened to be a neighbour.

[strikercannon-archive]

location: spring festival , the petting zoo .

with: closed with @bernejoseph​

“ hey , you — pretty boy , “ that unmistakable tennessee twang spoke from within the pastel-painted pen . the animal handlers had dispersed for lunch and had stupidly left the animals at the mercy of the festival goers ; for anybody else that would have been a safe bet , but not with not one but three cannons in the vicinity . one hand outstretched a green slither of paper and the other , obscured for the moment , was curled beneath the plump stomach of a baby goat , bleeting and kicking its hooves in confusion . “ i’ll give you a dollar if you help me steal this here goat , “