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Though she could hardly count herself among the hardier island citizens, Olivia had been around long enough to know not to trust anything that popped up over night, especially when it all seemed to do nothing but want to entertain the island.
Considering the reports (both IPD and from the newspaper) of past strange events, she half expected the monorail to fall to the ocean half way to the second island, and she hadn't drawn up the courage to try any of the rollercoasters yet. Besides, all they did was make her stomach twist and her heart hurt when she realized the last time she'd talked to her neice was a brief conversation on the phone, making a promise to visit she hadn't been able to keep yet.
It was hard to resist the carnival atmosphere the more she wandered, keeping an eye on Walter as he wandered in an out of view. If anything good were to come out of the day, there was at least that much. Giving in came easily the more time she spent there, curious to see if the games were any harder or easier without carnies around. She didn't pick up a goldfish after winning, but she couldn't resist a small Raggedy Ann doll, the sort she remembered having when she was young. When she still had a family that loved her.
After taking a short break to indulge in some funnel cake and soft drinks, Olivia came to a stop at one of the shooting booths, the sort set up with a plastic gun and paper targets moving back and forth. She had a gun in hand and was shooting at targets before she could think it through.
When the buzzer signaling the round ended and the papers stilled, she wasn't surprised to see neat holes in the center of every head. She set the gun down and stepped away from the counter, memories of the weight of a medal she'd never earned around her neck.
She was regretting that funnel cake now.
Considering the reports (both IPD and from the newspaper) of past strange events, she half expected the monorail to fall to the ocean half way to the second island, and she hadn't drawn up the courage to try any of the rollercoasters yet. Besides, all they did was make her stomach twist and her heart hurt when she realized the last time she'd talked to her neice was a brief conversation on the phone, making a promise to visit she hadn't been able to keep yet.
It was hard to resist the carnival atmosphere the more she wandered, keeping an eye on Walter as he wandered in an out of view. If anything good were to come out of the day, there was at least that much. Giving in came easily the more time she spent there, curious to see if the games were any harder or easier without carnies around. She didn't pick up a goldfish after winning, but she couldn't resist a small Raggedy Ann doll, the sort she remembered having when she was young. When she still had a family that loved her.
After taking a short break to indulge in some funnel cake and soft drinks, Olivia came to a stop at one of the shooting booths, the sort set up with a plastic gun and paper targets moving back and forth. She had a gun in hand and was shooting at targets before she could think it through.
When the buzzer signaling the round ended and the papers stilled, she wasn't surprised to see neat holes in the center of every head. She set the gun down and stepped away from the counter, memories of the weight of a medal she'd never earned around her neck.
She was regretting that funnel cake now.