#mohpfair

Pascal stumbled through the fair, his eyes wide, strained and overwhelmed by the masses as he seemed to constantly be fighting the crowd like a small fish against the current. He thought he had an easy job. How hard could picking up trash be? No social interaction, no stress of counting dollar bills or being yelled at for picking up the wrong thing, almost no possibility of embarrassment. Almost. But the third day of the fair did not seem to be on his side. He had been working from sun up, on the hunt for wrappers and loose garbage strewn about the park from the moment the gates opened.

His back was sore from days of hours upon hours of picking up trash, his hands cramped from holding the stupid device he still didn't know the name of, and he had taken more spills and stumbles than he knew what to do with. But hey, it was better than being at home. Still, he felt like even with all the work and the rowdy people and the viciously/sinfully bright orange vest draped over his too small shoulders and all of the endless pieces of garbage to pick up, pretty useless.  

That is, until he was picking up a plastic bottle on the side of the caricature booth. Pascal was lost in thought, thinking about yesterday's occurrence with Unique and how strange it had been to see her after his nightmare. It was bizarre because it was making him think about some strange things. Like... why his chest got all warm and fluttery in a positive way whenever she was around, why she was in his nightmare in such a... provocative way... Why he, enjoyed that so much. His cheeks were bright red just thinking about it. That was the closest to a wet dream he ever had.

Just then, he was startled out of his dreamlike state as the man running the booth suddenly slammed his sketchbook down hard. "FUCK IT!" He bellowed, leaving Pascal in a gasp. His face of surprised turned to one of horror as the large man turned to him, his eyes ablaze in an fiery fury as he tromped his way over to the small boy who stood now cowering in fear. He made his way over, taking the sketchbook and shoving it into Pascal's arms who took it in a terrified manner. "Hope you can fucking draw, kid!" he hissed. He picked up Pascal's grabby thing and marched away with it, picking up trash as he went as he cursed about how picking up garbage was better than dealing with people unappreciative of his art.

After Hazel had carried a giant box to the strangers car, looked to the owner hopeful of some kind of tip. Usually no one left anything, but there was the very seldom occasion where there would be a generous human that would hand her some change in exchange for running her fucking ass off. Turning back to the gate she started to walk past the man working the gate. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked in an unnecessarily stern voice.

With a sarcastic and cute smile, Hazel rolled her head to look at the man. "Back to where I'm stationed so I can wait to run my ass off again." She let the smile fade and she started to continue her step past him, but was interrupted by an arm. 

"Badge?" He peered down to her.

The girl closed her eyes and let out a long exhale. "I left it right over there."

"I can't trust that. How can I even know if you're even a volunteer?"

Hazel took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "I don't wear this bright ass yellow jacket for the hell of it, and you've seen me walk through here like ten times."

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to see the badge."

At the sound of glass crashing, Caspian whipped his head around. A young boy started screaming his throat out, and Caspian nearly burst out into laughter as he watched the poor kid flail. The snake that had been deposited to the floor was slowly slithering toward him.

Heading over to the serpent quickly, Caspian knelt down and carefully picked it up among the artificial turf and shattered glass. Luckily, it was just a milk snake, harmless and smaller in comparison to many of the other varieties on exhibit. He held it up toward the boy, who had stopped screaming. An awed expression had replaced his panicked one.

"It won't hurt you," Caspian smiled, "A lot of people keep these as pets."

Eden grinned widely as she maneuvered the paint brush easily in her hand. She wasn't the best artist, but she sure knew how to draw hearts, butterflies, stars, and kissy lips. It was all that she ever doodled in her notebook when she was writing. It was really the only things that ever came to her mind. Doing it with paint on faces was just like second nature to her.

"When will this end?!"

If there was a penny for every Adelaide's complaint and swearing inside the thick layers of fabric worn, she would have been rich by now, enough to support every charity in the country. Call it an exaggeration, but it was all true. She could not wear the thing off her, hence she should suffer from great embarrassment and humiliation from the people she never dared to know. 

It was a hot day indeed, and it didn't helped the young teen in a pizza costume to freshen up, at all. All these sweat dropping, god knows, she could be suffocated at any time by now. All these things built the anger inside, as if like if anyone dared to come near her and bug her, she'd totally blow them off, in this costume, of course.

Standing there for too long had been very rough, and she needed a break, perhaps a refreshment for seconds. After taking in a deep breath, she tried to walk, and started noticing people who was attending the fair. Oh, joy. Not. She saw children, teens, young adults, and adults of the like, and a walking lemon.

How unfortunate we are.

Adelaide kept on walking, but there was a strange feeling beside her. It's not the same feeling when kids surrounded her or anything... so out of curiosity she turned to the side, and saw the lemon walking beside her.