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[pornbang]

On Saturday June 14, Valley Fair opens at 10 AM to a warm, sunny day.  The highs are supposed to reach nearly 80 degrees, but for now it's breezy and a little cooler; although there are thunderstorms promised in the evening, it's basically a perfect day to be at an amusement park.

Which is where the population of St. Jude's has been invited to be

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[nomadshero]

"Hey what about those

[sugarcomanigh]

HEY IT'S THAT GUY FROM THE PARK :D :D Never mind that the last time Alex saw this particular gentlemen he was definitely glaring and definitely at Alex, or the last time they talked on LJ the words exchanged were not particularly nice ones. None of that means a thing to Alex, because clearly it's all fun and games to the other youth as much as it is for him.

Which is why he bounds over with a face full of cotton candy as soon as Elliot's ancient decrepit crotchety old man departs, chews, swallows, and starts out, "You're not seriously going on any of those right." Hello, what's hello, Alex doesn't need your formalities.

[nomadshero]

OH GOD WHY. The moment he sees Alex a sour frown situates onto Elliot's face, like Alex might carry with him a nasty smell. You foul, dawg. Step off. Or something.

He sighs, folding his arms over his chest, and shakes his head. This can't be happening. This same guy, who is annoying as hell, keeps finding him. MAGICALLY. At the question, he turns with a scoff. But, what's this? He turns back to deadpan at his peer with that gaze that asks Does it look like would fit in that bumblebee? Or something to that effect.

[sugarcomanigh]

Pssh, he smells awesome and he knows it (he does, actually - Calvin Klein Euphoria that he conned off the counter salesman himself). No frown will dissuade him now.

Shock and awe, a vague attempt at communication! Nonverbal though it may be, it gives the teen hope. Just what Elliot was trying for, surely. "Good, then I can potentially maintain some mild amount of respect for you. Want some cotton candy?" He offers the pink fluffy goodness over. "It's not poisoned, I promise - unless one of the carnies poisoned it, but it doesn't smell or taste funny and I haven't passed out so far, so they'd have to know what they're doing and you'd think if they knew their poisons so well they could get a better job than working the Valley Fair." ... :D?

[nomadshero]

The more Alex talks, the more Elliot feels like he's dying. How can he just keep yabbering on like that? That's got to be a disorder or something. Elliot leans away at the hip, not sure what to really make of Alex. Well, the guy isn't doing this to piss Elliot off, he's pretty sure. And he's being offered free candy.

A hand reaches out to pick a small bite of the pink floss and brings it to his mouth. ...Then an idea comes to life in Elliot's head. After a casual motion to bring out his wallet, he takes out a fiver and hands it over to Alex. "Two corndogs. Mustard. Got it?"

[sugarcomanigh]

Oh my god was that a sentence. Alex is so impressed he could pee - except not, he isn't channeling Bindi that hard. "So you're not mute! I'm dying of shock, honestly."

He snatches up the five instantly - but that doesn't mean what you think it means. "Do you see a little white paper hat on my head? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not your server, though by all means keep tipping me." And with that, the teen turns tail and canters off. Don't expect change. He may, however, be back with corn dogs. He may not. Elliot is free to hang around and find out!

[nomadshero]

Elliot is now free to run like hell, you mean. As soon as Alex disappears behind a sea of people, the teenager takes off to go hide near another child's ride. He looks back to where he last saw Alex to makes sure the guy isn't hauling ass back. That's right, Alex. You go get some food that he'll never eat.

Good dog.

[sugarcomanigh]

The thing is, Elliot doesn't have to eat it. Alex is fully capable of putting away two corn dogs all on his own, and starts in on doing so as soon as a cursory glance reveals no Elliot to stop him. Omnomnom deliciou- oh cheapo mustard. You are not from France, are you. No. No you aren't. Ah well, he'll deal.

It isn't as if it didn't occur to him Elliot would ditch him, after all - okay it didn't until the first few steps toward the vendors, but he got two corn dogs and a few bucks out of the deal, which will surely assuage any minute amount of teenage angst that may result. And on the upside, now he knows where the other teen keeps his cash. :3 ... Assuming they ever see each other again. He peers about, scrutinizing the area just in case.

[nomadshero]

Elliot is long gone by the time Alex gets back. In his place, or near it, a tall, grumpy looking fellow stands and peers about. He, too, seems to be looking for someone. With his hands on his hips, the man spots Alex and whistles a sharp note.

"Hey!" He barks. "Hey, stringbean. You seen a kid about yey tall," measured by putting his hand at his eye's level. "Brown hair, frowny, has a flannel shirt on?"

[sugarcomanigh]

"I have a name, you know. One that isn't also a vegetable," he grumbles through a mouth full of food as he saunters toward the man, taking his sweet time. You can just wait until he finishes chewing this corn dog that was probably intended for you, mister.

Squinting up into the sun at the man, he finally responds, "Why, is he your grandson or something? A St. Jude's hopeful, real chatterbox, right? Name's..." Help him out here, and maybe he'll return the favor.

[nomadshero]

GRANDSON?! Simon deadpans, staring right at the feeding teen. Oh, no you didn't, fool. A slight twitch of the fuzzy lip over his diet-snarl. "I'm too young to be anyone's grandfather, jackass. You seen him or not?"

[sugarcomanigh]

"Sorry, it's hard to tell," he quips back, just to be a brat. More corn dog eating is necessary to grate on this stupidly tall person's nerves further, because Alex is petty and fussy. "Sure I saw him, he was just here a few minutes ago." Alex shrugs. A great helper, he is.

[nomadshero]

Simon sighs, folding his arms over his chest. More of that lean physique pushes against his long sleeved t-shirt. And what's this... Is that- No, that's not a gun under there. It's a fanny pack or something. Right?

"You're uselessness is starting to bug me, kid. Give you a ten if you tell me where he might have gone."

[sugarcomanigh]

Right. You know what Alex would like more than ten bucks? To know why this guy may or may not be packing heat on a vacation day to an amusement park with his grandson. Which means not making an utterly terrible impression in the hopes of ever seeing either of them again.

"I don't mean to be a pain, sir, I'm only disappointed I can't help much, seeing as your son just ditched me same as he did you." His lips press together in an awkward little disappointed expression, coupled with a shrug. With a nod in the opposite direction of the food stalls, he adds, "My best guess is that way, and no need for money, Mister...?" Keep the ten for a name? Pretty please?

[nomadshero]

It's a fanny pack, hello. He just keeps it toward his back due to separation anxiety from his actual pistol. Poor man misses his gun. See, he'll prove it. By taking out a ten from its zippered mouth. Aaand it goes right back in when he has the displeasure of being told bubkiss. "Thanks for nothin', man." And, no, you don't get a name. NO NAME FOR YOU!

Anyway, Simon is going to stroll his happy keester off for the pavilion, where he is positive he'll run into his kin once again.

[sugarcomanigh]

Great. Well, that was a completely pointless adventure into not making friends or learning anything useful. Alex sighs and keeps any actual disappointment to himself, pitching the rest of the corn dog and wandering off in search of Allison or Ben or someone. They have a scavenger hunt to kick everyone else's ass at, hopefully that will be more interesting than moping.