Characters: Jennifer Walters and anyone who wants to join in!
Content: Tired of the political panel, and waiting with baited breath for some kind of formal gala to be announced, Jennifer spends some time in the town, playing games and winning goldfish.
Setting: The Flower Festival
Time: Early evening, after the political panel
Warning: None as of
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She tossed her last ring, and was shocked as it actually went around. The man running the game handed her a stuffed flower, which she looked down and handed to one of the children that had not been able to win anything. Smiling, she glanced at the new comer, nodding before paying for another set of rings. It was just too much fun.
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"Mind if I have a go?", he smiled, taking out some money and handing it to the stall owner. Allen was handed three rings, holding them in his left hand, he took carefully aim. He lobbed one missing terribly, causing it to ricochet and hit him in the head. He collapsed in a pile on the floor with a crash.
'Threw with too much force', he thought as his eyes rolled in their sockets, much to the amusement of the children.
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"Perhaps a little less force next time." Jennifer suggested with a smile, still holding her parasol over her head to keep flowers from falling all over her.
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She had never seen someone like him before, towering over her, and red. Bright red. It almost reminded her of someone she knew that was bright emerald green. The festival was so wonderful, having space for everyone and so few people truly caring about human or demi-human. Jennifer nodded a bit in response.
"You are probably right. I think I will try again. Think you could give me some advice as I try?"
She turned and paid for another set of rings, making sure not to accidentally prod the stranger with her parasol as she turned to throw it at the target again. The first ring was a little higher this time, but too far left, almost catching the flower target but slipping off.
"Hmm...better try again."
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...and thought to take the cigar from his mouth - with his flesh hand, no call to risk scaring the girl after all by bringing any more attention to the other one than necessary - then nonchalantly changing hands to hold it somewhere that the breeze wouldn't blow the smoke at her.
"Yeah, I think I can do that."
He ducked back a bit to keep the top of her umbrella-thing from catching in his trenchcoat, and chuckled. "Here, lemme hold that for you." If she didn't protest, he took it from her, holding it so it still shaded her.
"Hmn . . . my bad. Make that half a hand's breadth. Ya almost got it."
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"Ha! I did it!" She cried after an excited, wordless noise. Jennifer smiled at the stranger again, and then did her best to turn away so she would not laugh at him as the very tall red man held her tiny champagne colored parasol with it's beaded edging.
The game owner handed her a prize, a stuffed animal in the shape of a unicorn, and she smiled at it, thinking of the real unicorn she had met the other day. Jennifer then turned her attention back to the stranger.
"Would you like to try? My treat though, since you gave me such excellent advice, and as such I am now the owner of a remarkable specimine of fluff."
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At least it had. Whenever the sky was raining petals and there was a coating of flowers over everything, it was hard to stay distracted. He couldn't help but consider patterns and plans in his head. How big was the cloud anyways? Did the flowers fall over the whole town or--
Craning for a better view, he'd managed to veer off of the road and into someone at a stall. Worse, maybe, it was someone he recognized, "Ach--Miss Walters!"
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Despite being ruffled, she smiled, and nodded to him. "Mr. McCloud. Are you quite all right? That was a very rough little bump."
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At least it didn't look like he'd interfered with anything. She'd only been watching the game, as best as he could tell, not playing it. Still, of all the people to run into like that.
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Which she then went ahead and did. Alphonse the fish was fine in his little bag, waiting for a new home, and her parasol had done no damage to the people around her. No reason to get upset over such a thing.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jennifer asked, one gloved hand pushing a stray curl back behind her left ear.
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