Tagged; @mivuli

The girl was bold, he found that he sort of liked her boldness and caught the edge of a smile once more as she spoke. He managed to ease away from some of his anxiety while he listened, her voice had a nice affect to it and there was just something about her. Normally he would have brushed it off as him being over assuming but she was interesting and he wasn't one to let an interesting person weasel away from him. He loved to talk and he'd been wandering all night in solitude and it had started to drain on him before she had showed up.

It was the kind of random thing that did well on his nerves and gave him a chance to finally stop panicking like a lonesome child. He noticed her handshake next, firm and assuring, he let himself flow into his natural drive to speak and to be heard. "Nah, nah. I came with my dad but he got worn out. I'm willing to bet that he went home for the night after stocking up on ridiculous amounts of junk food." a light laugh and a shake of his head. "I've just been hanging around, trying to decide whether to pack it up and go home myself. I've seen this festival a billion times. It's got good memories attached to it but I've been bored out of my brain."

Tagged: @corrosive

"I can sympathise," Riley said with a light tug of the lips, as Austin visibly relaxed in her presence. She allowed amusement to slither through her for a few moments. He came at ease rather easily in the company of an absolute stranger, amidst tipsy partiers. Was that to say he was trusting, sociable? "The town seems dandy and all but carnivals and I aren't entirely miscible." What she wouldn't give to be home right now. But Austin seemed good company. She cocked her head to the side, fiery ponytail swishing, and surveyed him closer. A clean-cut chap, she would wager. The classic American boy - or, at least, her foreigner's impression of what that entailed. Many parents would approve of him as a friend. He had that look about him: dependable, with a good head on his shoulders.

Riley anticipated discovering how accurate an estimation that was.

"You sound fond of your father. He a special man?" As the question slipped through her lips, Riley caught a glimpse of a woman with a shock of pink hair approaching a tall brawny figure. Hair like cotton-candy, she thought vaguely, bemusement creeping upon her again. She eyed the exchange - muted, from where she stood - before returning her attention at once to Austin.

Tagged: @Dirty Dan

Ysabella had never seen such a glare on a human before, a look that almost surprised her out of her act. Inhaling shakily, she turned her head and pointed in the general direction that she had left Jolyne at. "Th-this way. Hurry!" Still attached to the man's arm, she began pulling him in the direction she had arrived from. Sighing internally, Ysabella realized how tedious this particular hunt was going to be. As she pulled him along urgently she had to be careful not to use her full strength so as not to give herself away too soon. "I'm so glad I found you. I thought we were goners for sure." Keeping her eyes fixed on the path in front of her, Ysabella gritted her teeth against her impatience. Already she was feeling the itch in the back of her throat, a feeling that could only be removed by consuming more blood. Sighing silently, Ysabella allowed a moment to wonder about Jolyne and how she was holding up. She had been pretty hungry when she attacked her, a thought that brought a small hint of a smile to her face.

Feeling eyes on her from the crowd, Ysabella glanced out of the corner of her eye to spot who had seen her. For a fraction of a second, the woman's eyes locked onto a young girl with bright red hair before she disappeared into the crowd with the muscular guy in tow. "Sorry, here I am dragging you into trouble and I can't even remember your name." She said, flashing a sad but worried glance back at her prey before hiding her face from him again, finding it rather difficult to maintain her composure under such an intimidating gaze. "We shouldn't be far now, just around that corner. Hurry." Tugging a little harder to emphasize her words, quickening her pace from a jog to a slow sprint.

Finishing off her candied apple, Victoria smiled to herself, enjoying the atmosphere. She loved people-watching; seeing lives flash by in the faces of passersby. The two at her side were chatting quietly, conversations going on all around her, so she hopped down off her stool and wandered back into the crowd. She waved to those she knew, smiling in return, but everyone was already grouped off, and although many waved her over to join them, she wanted to strike out on her own tonight. Waving off their invitations, she strolled through the crowds until she came to a game she knew would be fun.

Archery was her sport, but Victoria had always had a good eye for aim. She slid up to the water pistol booth, giving a smile to the nervous teenager manning the game. "Dollar for a game?" she said, flipping him a bill with a wink. He stuttered out an affirmative, and she took up the plastic little gun, cocking a hip to the side. "Haven't played one of these in quite a while," she said demurely. She didn't need to charm anyone here, this wasn't a poker table, but it never hurt to be modest.

Of course, when the bell rang and she knocked three pins down right off the bat, she kind of blew the 'shy city girl' impression out of the water. Whatever. Winning was fun.

All around the town, strung up on every street, were the lanterns bright with candle light. After all, what would a festival of light be without such a display? But apart from the food and drinks, the party games and prizes; aside from the lack of curfew bringing joy to children's faces excitement grew, spreading like a contagion. No festival was complete without a fireworks display, but these were like no others throughout the year. Normal fireworks, while beautiful and entertaining were nothing like the ones planned for such an event. Whispers and giggles surrounded the idea, children sprinted around trying to find the best spot to sit and watch them from. All of the town would stop, the games would be brought to a halt naturally, for most eyes would be turned to the sky in wonder.

Sure enough, all artificial light switched off in the town leaving just the light from the numerous candles surrounding the townspeople. One rocket set off into the sky, bursting in a shower of green sparks... a warm-up shot, to catch the attention of the folk who'd been waiting for them all day and most of the evening. Then there came another and another, filling the air with thunderous claps and explosions of light; bright colors of pink, purple and blue hues. Greens and reds and showers of gold sparks. There were orange fireworks and other such odd colors one might not even thought possible for a firework, but the most impressive of the display were not the colors themselves... But the shapes in which they took. Hearts, stars and planets, the schools' mascots even. Beer cans and various animals, and even the occasional name would show up for those who could afford to spend the money on such an extravagant gesture. And unlike a normal show that would last an hour, this one was known to last two, though perhaps not consecutively.