#mothstart

he's just trying to find something to do. having only been in point pleasant for two weeks, he’s not exactly found his way around everywhere yet, but he’s getting there. right now he’s really just trying to entertain himself, sort of dodges in and out of people to keep out of their way until he needs to have a cigarette. he stands out of the way, just to make sure he doesn’t get in people’s way, especially the kids. he keeps mostly to himself and leans his head back, until a shadow sort of blocks his view. “sorry am i in the way?” 

If there was one thing certain about the rugged brunette, it would be the permanance of astonishment over every little thing that swirled around her. Stoic as might have been on the outside, she was still a person whose childhood had been shredded away from her grasp —  and this was merely another proof of it, as she sat, star-struck, with one half of the her twins within sturdy arms. She hadn’t ventured the carnival much just yet, blame it on her increasing pain, but for now she was a little too distracted by the sight of the blooming Ferris Wheel, illuminating the eve and causing shiver to run through her spine. “How many people do you think have fallen from that thing — that humongous, spinning thing? How do they find that sh-” child, child in her arms, “ — crap romantic?” Yet, despite her bewilderment, those golden hues never once left the ride. “I’ve never been on it, I don’t know, seems a bit wonky.” 

he’s not really all that focused on the other people around him, and for someone who LIKES to be around others while he gets up to exciting stuff, he’s far too excited to be paying attention, a lot like a five year old waking up on christmas to a whole bunch of presents. he’s enjoying himself just a little too much, and he knows he needs to start paying attention to others around him, but he’s pushed that thought to the back of his mind and is quite happy to be just wandering around himself. he bumps into someone and he stands back, FINALLY has to actually pay attention. “sorry about that i wasn’t paying attention!” 

          someone  once  told  donnie  they  were  a  little  bit  of  a  recluse.  a  homebody,  if  you  will,  spending  time  alone  preferable  to  mixing  in  with  a  heavy  crowd.  they  knew  that  to  be  incorrect  ;  in  fact,  they  were  the  kind  of  person  to  thrive  in  a  crowd.  blending  in  and  minding  their  own  business  was  kind  of  their  thing.  except  it’d  been  a  long  day,  and  it  left  them  exhausted,  but  still  —  they  were  gonna  make  the  damn  effort  to  have  a  good  time.  eventually.  probably  ?  anyways.  getting  to  the  fairgrounds  hadn’t  been  a  problem  ;  it  was  mustering  up  the  energy  to  walk  into  the  carnival  and  find  something  to  do,  is  where  donnie  fell  short.  sitting  on  the  hood  of  their  car,  donnie  places  a  cigarette  to  their  lips  before  patting  their  pockets  —  and  finding  nothing,  because  of  course  they’d  leave  their  lighter  in  the  car,  and  of  course  they’d  barely  have  the  energy  to  get  up  and  grab  it.  they  glance  around  for  just  a  moment  before  spotting  someone,  and  deciding  to  try  their  luck.  “  y’know,  there’s  something  to  be  said  about  people  like  us,  who  hang  out  in  parking  lots  instead  of  having  fun,  ”  yep,  that’s  how  you  start  a  conversation  with  people.  “  i  dunno  what  it  is,  so  i  couldn’t  tell  you,  but  it’s  probably  something  weird.  you  got  a  light  i  can  borrow,  by  chance  ?  i’ll  forever  be  indebted  to  you,  or  ...  something  like  that.  ”

it was not her place anymore, or at least, she shouldn’t be doing this when she still had eyes trained on her everytime she glimpsed around her surroundings —— and yet, old habits didn’t shrivel easy. micah wasn’t necessarily rearing past the boundaries, not when she was unequipped to do so ( out of her own decision instead of lacking resources, she could get whatever she desired but self-restraint was crucial in times like these ) and not when she just knew, the moment she skirted out of her safe zone her paranoia would overwhelm her senses again. still, curiosity was a strong leash that had been sharpening her instincts and with the recent news booming all across the town, she couldn’t help the fixated creases when she looked down at the newspapers this morning, seated on one of the tables at the bistro. she had ruminated a surprise lunch for her husband later on, and thought she could acquire a few things from the quaint establishment. though, for now, her attention was swerved over the articles she had gathered. “what do you think —— happened, to the person,” she mused out loud, a habit of conversing herself when she was knee-deep in her own realm of cognition. There were only two people occupying the bistro at the moment, thus her pondering could be heard rather clearly. “the one… that went missing. they could’ve gotten lost, maybe? someone tricked them?” her dainty fingers ran along the bridge of her nose. “doesn’t feel safe anymore, this place. could happen to anyone.” to atticus, to her.