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May 12, 2011 11:58

Who: EVERYONE.
When: May 11 - 14.
Where: All purpose district 1 & 2, the carnival.
Format: WHICHEVER.
What: THE TOURNEY.
Warnings: Will be individually marked if necessary ( Read more... )

stephanie brown, river tam, heine rammsteiner, mei chan, john, freya, irene, yachiru kusajishi, rex salazar, kurogane, scar, buffy summers, nymphadora tonks, lust, rapunzel, shirley, meguro gau, spike, remus lupin, dawn summers, arthur pendragon, desmond miles, byakuya kuchiki, fai d. flourite, miki sayaka, deneve, riza hawkeye

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THE FAIRE supercilious May 12 2011, 02:29:21 UTC

[ Alongside all this organized violence runs the entertainment. For four whole days, frivolity and madness spills from the carnival and fairground into the streets of Anatole. Minstrels and puppeteers, a town crier to announce the events, the usual carnival rides and attractions and sideshows, a veritable feast of faux-medieval food and drink... and yes, Ye Olde Kissing Booth. ]

THE FAIRE : Ye Olde Kissing Booth sonvisage May 12 2011, 13:08:15 UTC

[Leaning forward on her hands in the (slightly skewed) heart-shaped cutout frame of the makeshift booth, with a slight smirk, only if to cover up how uncomfortable she is beneath it. But unless you know her well, you probably wouldn't notice she's uncomfortable in the least. (Unless you mean the bodice of her dress which she looks as if she might burst free of at any moment.) The booth is conveniently located to afford a view of most of the tournament events, especially the melee. It's only been an hour and a half (two at best) and the jar is half full of ivories. Her bag of holding rather fashionable - if tiny - clutch has the other half. Many thanks would go to Remus if she could bear to think of him at all right now. (Who's going to suspect this little thing is holding half the money?)

That's five ten ivories a kiss, folks.]

THE FAIRE : Ye Olde Kissing Booth wotchesyou May 12 2011, 15:09:10 UTC

[Tonks has found herself a costume to wear for the tournament for when she's not on stage. It's a simple gold dress. She's styled her hair teal today and it hangs down to her waist in very loose curls. Tonks likes it.

When she walks by the kissing booth, she stops and looks at it. If you were to ask her, she still didn't see why Arthur had to make such a fuss about it. It was just a snog. Tonks shrugs her shoulders, shakes her head and then starts to walk in the direction she'd been heading previously.]

THE FAIRE : Ye Olde Kissing Booth sonvisage May 13 2011, 00:02:01 UTC

[M-mental keysmash as she catches sight of the woman - that woman - and she's caught between fury and sadness and something else she can't name because she's never really experienced it before. The closest she can come is resentment, but that's not it either. She doesn't want to be reminded of this at all, but she can't (or won't) lower her gaze.

After a moment, she schools her features back into a practiced smile. Yes, this is easy. See?]

I should thank you for the support.

[Perfectly even. Not even a tremor in her voice. She traces her finger along the edge of the jar, taps it and continues to smile.]

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