#bb carnival

It had been just over a week since the carnival's splendid festivities had begun. Of course she has participated in them as well, quite gleefully, as peacetimes were rare enough. Now as the hype was dying down, and many minds were focused on what would come after the colourful decorations, rides, and tents had been torn down.

Yata's first day at the carnival had been a train wreck.

Running into his rival had caused him to immediately return home, gloomy and brooding while holed up in his room. He'd been reluctant to return, simply out of the desire not to run into any more trouble. However, knowing that he wouldn't have any sort of fun if he didn't at least try, the caporegime had decided to give it a second try.

Making his way to the fair grounds, he took his time milling about and maneuvering himself through the crowd. People were coming in and out, and he could've sworn he saw some familiar faces from the first day. It just goes to show that they were having a good time... Which brightened Misaki considerably, eyes lightening as he began searching for something to do. One of the rides, maybe? Would that be a good place to start?

Chin propped by his fingers, he pursed his lips in concentration as he attempted to recall all of the activities that were offered at the carnival. He couldn't decide what first.... But considering he'd accidentally skipped breakfast, it might've been smart to grab something to eat.

Aoba had had his fair share of fun, now it was his turn. The rides didn't interest Sly, he dodged around screaming kids with an annoyed look down at the munchkin eye level of whatever child happened to nearly run into his legs -- who even wanted to procreate? It just meant more annoyances, more things to grow up to join sides and die in the war. Really, Sly had joined it because it was fun, it was a purpose in a monotonous life of swapping existences with someone far too nice for this world.

He lowered the gun after knocking down the targets at the shooting range, setting it down on the bench with a clank of the chain that had them bolted into the stall -- best to be safe than sorry, he guessed. He accepted the small green stuffed rabbit, stared at it and then shoved it into his duffle bag alongside the other prizes he'd won. He zipped it up, concealing the various cheap toys he had no idea what to do with and walked away to find something else to do.

Maybe Hook a duck? Nah, that was lame and just full of plushie prizes and lollipop runner-up prizes. He let his hand rest on his stomach when it gave a rumble and headed over to the food stalls, finding the sickly sweet smell of spinning candyfloss to be what piqued his interest the most and he impatiently joined the line. Candyfloss, he wanted candyfloss and the guy in front of him was taking too much time over not a hell of a lot.

♠》The carnival so far has been a pleasant experience for Squall Leon, and it showed as he'd already gathered a good amount of prizes from a few games. Even as he strolled about he was already planning where to place them in his room. It was a bit silly, yes, but Leon was a silly man at heart even if he didn't realize it himself.

As he navigated past the stands and rides, he kept an eye out for yet another game to play and win. The people around him were easily tuned out, as if he were on a special mission of some sort. Soon enough, bright flashing lights that travelled straight up high a pole with an obnoxious blinking neon sign at the top that spelled out "test your strength" caught this pride hungry lion.

The ultimate test of a man's pride.

Once he stood before the game he could feel his adrenaline pumping out of sheer excitement and anticipation to prove just how strong he was. He'd been training for this his entire life (not really), each year he'd tried but alas he could never get that top shelf prize. Always close but never there.

He was confident in his skill, he could just feel the synthetic fur of the top shelf giant lion plush on his fingertips.

He was only one person away from his goal. The guy infront didn't look like he'd win top shelf though. He appeared to be scrawny, hah he'd be lucky if he managed to even get a bottom shelf prize Leon silently mocked the blonde. For some reason, the blonde was taking his sweet time; it was a bit irritating to Leon. That wimpy blonde didn't even look like he had a shred of self confidence, he was wasting his time if anything. Most importantly wasting Leon's precious time. Oh woe is he.

There were a lot of things that Otoya had lost in this city; his parents, his home, his friends and a flurry of adults who had fostered him and then sent him back when they thought that things were getting too dangerous for a child. It was idiotic but a lot of the time the adults believed that the orphanage was safer for children than the private family homes -- Technically true, but shattered dreams and broken families weren't a safe thing for children either. Otoya had vowed the day he had reached an age where he was too old to be adopted to never leave the children alone, to be their sense of family so they wouldn't pine and miss what they might not ever get; a home was what you make it, even if the family and furniture was mismatched, second hand and worn down. Today he'd taken some money out of the budget with Hayato and taken the elder kids to the carnival, leaving the toddlers and babies back at the orphanage with the other helpers so that the kids could see what a safe, fun atmosphere was like.

They had a little money each to spend on rides and games, Otoya had the money for their sugary, junk food dinners in his pocket. The one thing he had begged of his boyfriend when they'd discussed Otoya taken the children out on one of Tokiya's secret visits to Otoya and Hayato's apartment was that Tokiya come too -- he'd even employed the puppy dog eyes and woeful voice that he knew the dark haired man couldn't resist.

After that he'd made him pinky swear that he would come.

Which was why Otoya was stood beside him, his hand firmly held in Tokiya's hidden against the folds of their jackets so prying eyes wouldn't see while they watched the children have a go at the ring toss booth. "...Thanks for coming along, Tokiya.." His voice was gentle, full of affectionate feelings as red eyes glanced over to the elder male, his fingers squeezing his hand a little to reaffirm his words. "I'm really happy." How could he not be?

If you took a step back and looked at a carnival from a distance, it looked loud and unruly. Colours strung at seemingly odd tangles as lights flickered rhythmically while tinny music interspersed with tinny music to make a cacophony of sounds, today they were muddling his senses almost and the lights were swimming before his eyes like brightly coloured fish under the rippled surface of a pond. It was always like this after he had an episode of blacking out. He'd never come round anywhere near anything he was presumed to have done, there was no trace of blood on anything and no wounds to tell him that what he had done wasn't a dream, but the congratulations from other Roseus told him that he had done something right. He'd come round to find himself stood on the outskirts of the loud beast that was the carnival with it's cobbled together stalls and loud, loud music. So loud, so very loud. He shoved his hands in his white and blue hooded jacket and wandered over to the refreshments stall, grabbing a cup of soda so he could take a headache pill and try to enjoy the carnival. He wanted to go on the rides, he wanted to wine stupidly cheap prizes at an overpriced game rate; most of all he wanted to just forget about the general worries that came with a blackout and just focus on prteneding that there wasn't some invisible layer of blood on his hands. He was Aoba. He was Roseus. He was unaware of himself. Sucking the straw between his lips after tossing a couple of pills into his mouth, he dragged drink up the plastic object and swallowed it along with the pills, walking around while waiting for the blissful release that came with the potent painkillers he was prescribed to deal with his 'migraines'. His sneaker encased feet carried him through the wide alleys of the stalls, amber eyes looking to and fro for something interesting to do once the pills wore off; he wanted to act like nothing was wrong and being dressed in normal clothes meant that he wouldn't cause bother for anyone. A guady sign with a badly drawn fish on it drew his attention near the end of the alley of booths he walked up, his feet walking over to peer down at the people bent over the large basins of water filled with differently patterned goldfish. "Hmm." Maybe that would give him something to latch onto in normalcy? A normal fish swimming around a normal bowl in his abnormal room. His gaze went down to watch a white and orange speckled one that was soon scooped up and deposited in the water filled tub the people attempting the game were given.

Yata had actually been looking forward to the carnival. He wouldn't call himself a particularly stressed out person, but he definitely did have a lot to do. As a caporegime, he wasn't supposed to just slack on his responsibilities, and despite his often hyperactive disposition, he took his job seriously. Things got done. He trained, acted out his missions, oversaw his soldiers...

Well, alright, perhaps he was a little wound up.

So when he'd wander onto the carnival grounds, a cheeky grin lit his features, hazel hues darting about to take in the scenery. As much as he detested the thought of sharing the space with the Blues, he could feel confident in the believe that the most hated one wouldn't be around. That kill joy hates shit like this. He wouldn't leave his room for a damn second. Snickering to himself, the ginger started off milling about the festivities.

Rides, games, food... He wasn't quite sure where to start, but he had a feeling his time would be better spent alongside one of his fellow Reds. So he instead turned his attention to the people wandering around, looking for familiar faces to rush over to. He doubted the underboss he looked up to was around, which was a bummer, but...

So he set out looking for a fellow caporegime when suddenly his gaze fell on a head of navy hair. Startled and instantly hostile, his eyes widened in surprise and aggravation. No. What? Why are you here? Go back to your stupid base. You don't like this stuff... 

"Just my fucking luck," he seethed under his breath, shoulders hunching forward defensively.