Post by Orion Keller on Jul 11, 2009 16:14:16 GMT -5
Whoosh, donk. The sliding meter fall back down without hitting the target bell. Orion hefted the mallet again, and slammed it down on the pad. The little meter whooshed up but fell short of the last one, and that had been nowhere near the top. “Uuuuuuunlucky!” Crowed the game’s host.
“Oh fuck off.” Snapped Orion, dropping the mallet on the man’s foot and storming away to the sound of cursing. That was vaguely satisfying, but the game ad only aggravated his mood. Generally he didn’t worry about his strength, relying more on his muscles being quick than capable of feats of strength. But somehow, today, the fact that he couldn’t even hit some stupid bell on a stupid game irked him. Perhaps that had something to do with spotting Evelyn chatting with the tiger man on the Midway.
One of the Miles brothers, who cared which one. Tall, stocky, and apparently good-looking according the gymnasts. They could twitter and croon all they likes, Orion wasn’t intimidated, oh no. The man might have trained tigers at his disposal, but he had… Well… He didn’t have a lot, but no tiger-tamer was going to upstage him.
Orion made his way to the trickster’s booth, watching as some gullible yob betted again and again that he could find the walnut underneath one of the three cups. Finally the kid gave up and Orion approached the stall and was heralded by a groan. Orion’s lips curved and he tossed the man a coin. The stall attendant went through the procedure, “Here’s the walnut, I put it under the cup, watch the cup carefully!” Orion just lifted a brow, eyes intent on the man’s hands.
The cups were shuffled, and when it was done, Orion gestured at the man’s arm. “Right sleeve. I win.” Who needed trained tigers when you know every fairground trick in the book? Smug, Orion found himself confronted with a goldfish in a bag. “What happened to the stuffed toys?” He asked, eyeing the fish as if it might bite him though the bag.
“Some idiot bought too many fish. Gotta get rid of them somehow before they start floating.” Replied the stall attendant.
Orion took the bag and lifted it to his eye-level. “What the fuck would I want with a fish?”
The attendant shrugged. “What do I care? Feed it to Derek for all I care. I hear Jack likes them as treats for the cats.” Orion’s jaw tightened.
“Fine, I’ll take the fucking fish.” He turned away from the stall, still glaring at the fish who stared back blankly. “Stupid fish.” Orion grumbled, shoulder-barging one of the crowd due to his lack of attention on where he was going. Orion snapped a few choice words over his shoulder and continued, holding the fish out at arm’s length.
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