#gamblete

Celes slowly meandered about the festival, taking looks at the stalls and their oddities. She enjoyed fairs and the like, but blasting rock music and huge, winding crowds weren’t really her thing.

The gambler was contentedly watching some foods of different cultures being cooked in one of the stands— until she was rudely shoved by a small group of young teens, and fell onto the sidewalk, right on her tush. She gasped and narrowed her eyes at their backs, cheeks burning in embarrassment, and hurriedly tried to get up— oops, someone stepped on her hand, sorry, in a rush, can’t help you up.

Celes flinched and brushed herself off, making another attempt and finally managing to stand. She brought her stinging hand to her chest and decided it was a better idea to just leave— she’d embarrassed herself enough already, and if anyone really took notice to her misfortune, and knew who she was, then it would be even worse for her.

She began to walk away from the stands when she turned around and immediately knocked into a  rather… colorfully-dressed girl. Of course something else had to happen; she normally had amazing luck, why was it so rotten now? Karma? 

"Oh, my apologies, I should have watched where I was going," she apologized, and held out a hand to help them up.

Well, this was bound to happen at any time; the crowds would certainly be a factor, adding onto the many things that might grab someone's attention other than the directions they were going in.

"Oiii..." Ibuki let out a sharp breath, holding her head with one hand. The impact had actually, slightly, given an ache to that area-it wasn't that bad, but she shook it off as she looked to the other girl.