~ 6 ~
A Day at the Carnival
There was a carnival down in the park that had opened up this morning. After the trouble I went through trying to avoid ticking off Cutter, I figured I have a little fun myself. Carnivals happen to be one of my favorite attractions.
But this carnival seemed kinda strange. Their sponsor was a company called Secret X. That name seemed familiar. I remembered Finchit complaining about how bad working for Secret X was. But if it was that bad, why would they be having a carnival out here?
I shrugged and walked in. All the rides and shows in the carnival seemed normal, so it shouldn't be too bad. There were a lot of people in this carnval, and I felt like I was the only one among these people who could start fires. It was best if I DIDN'T start dancing to avoid turning this carnival into a Ramstien concert.
Boy was that a problem. Most of the stands I passed had music blaring and the urge to even tap my foot to the beat was so bad, I sometimes had to pull my beeny over my ears just to ignore it. Of course, having to LOOK through tiny holes in your beeny wasn't such a good idea either and it didn't take me long to realize that when I felt someone run into me and knock me to the ground.
"Don't you know it's a dumb idea to be walking around with a snowcap over your eyes?" said a voice. I sat up and pushed the beeny away from my face to see Cutter's kid stooping over me.
"Does Cutter know your here?" I asked, getting up.
"Know!? He said I can come here!" she giggled, "Cutter's way too busy with the pizzas so he gave me some money and sent me here to occupy myself the rest of the day." She then grabbed my arm and started pulling, "Come on! It's no fun if you're not there with me!"
Well, that was new. Whenever I spoil someone's kid rotten, they'd do anything to keep me from doing it again (Even threaten to sue me, which rarely happens, thank god _). I just hope Cutter doesn't get too peeved when he finds out who his kid's been hanging out with the rest of the day.
After going on half the rides in the carnival, we walked along the gaming stands. The girl was looking at each one, seeming a bit amused.
"So, where to now, Shorty?" I asked. The girl stopped and looked at me.
"Shorty?"
"Well, I didn't quite catch your name and I can't just keep callin' you 'kid'. I hope I'm not offending you in any way."
"You kidding!? That's better than my real name!" she giggled. She then noticed a gypsy tent with a sign saying "Pinky Diamond: Fortune Teller and Palm Reader."
"Ooooh! I want my fortune read!" Shorty squeeled as she ran towards the tent. Fortune telling wasn't exactly my forte so I waited outside for her to finish. 2 hours went by and she still hasn't come out yet. Most fortune tellers take about at least an hour to finish. I was beginning to wonder how much money Shorty paid the fortune teller to make her take this long.
I soon got tired of waiting and walked into the tent. What I saw behind the crystal ball almost shocked me. That pink haired woman who killed Sara was waving her hands over a crystal ball. But instead of wearing black clothing like she was five monthes ago, she was wearing a pink, glittering halter top and pink gypsy pants. There was also a gypsy mask around her face.
Boy, seeing her brought back painful memories. I was so furious, I didn't realize my fist was on fire until the gypsy looked up from the crystal ball to me with calm eyes.
"Now, now," she said calm and mysteriously, "We must not use our groove-trons in this tent. It is very expensive." I shook my head and looked at my burning hand as the flames vanished. Shorty turned her head towards me.
"Is something wrong?" she asked as if she knew I was upset. I tried to keep my cool, despite the fact I was mentally sneering at the gypsy.
"Is this going to take long?" I asked, "it's getting dark outside."
"Not another minute," the gypsy said, "in fact, I was already finished when you came in."
Her "customer" got up and walked past me whispering, "that lady was both boring and creepy." As I turned to leave, I looked back at the gypsy who was resting her chin on the back of her folded hands, giving me that evil grin again as if she was telling me I deserved to suffer emotionally. I growled before walking out.
When I came out, I heard a voice booming over a loud speaker.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the voice said, "Welcome to the first annual Bust A Groove cometition! Tonight's opponent is an employee at our carnival! A very sexy strip dancer and deadly master of terot cards! Who will be the lucky person to escape her moves alive!?"
Shorty and I looked at each other before following the voice to one of the larger tents and walked inside. The whole place looked like a larger version of a fortune teller tent with a flashing floor and a stand with a spinning pyramid under a sign that read "Pinky Diamond".
Her again, I mumbled to myself, I'll give her a piece of my mind. Unfortunatly, before I had a chance to take up that challange, Shorty grabbed my arm and held me back.
"You don't wanna go up against her," she said, "I heard those who went up against her and won were never seen again!"
"What a wuss," said a voice. A tall man with black hair tied in a high ponytail and tattoos along his arms, wearing a bullet proof vest and black pants, cracked his knuckles, "if you don't want her, I'll take on her and show her the true meaning of dancing." and with that, he pushed his way through the crowd toward the stage.
"Come on, Heat. Let's look for something else to do," Shorty said as she dragged me out of the tent again.
While walking around the carnival, looking for another ride or gaming stand, I noticed a strange, gigantic robot in the middle of the carnival. Call me crazy, but I could've sworn I saw that head following us everywhere we turn. My imagination must be getting the best of me. I shook my head and continued to follow Shorty to the next ride.
There was a carnival down in the park that had opened up this morning. After the trouble I went through trying to avoid ticking off Cutter, I figured I have a little fun myself. Carnivals happen to be one of my favorite attractions.
But this carnival seemed kinda strange. Their sponsor was a company called Secret X. That name seemed familiar. I remembered Finchit complaining about how bad working for Secret X was. But if it was that bad, why would they be having a carnival out here?
I shrugged and walked in. All the rides and shows in the carnival seemed normal, so it shouldn't be too bad. There were a lot of people in this carnval, and I felt like I was the only one among these people who could start fires. It was best if I DIDN'T start dancing to avoid turning this carnival into a Ramstien concert.
Boy was that a problem. Most of the stands I passed had music blaring and the urge to even tap my foot to the beat was so bad, I sometimes had to pull my beeny over my ears just to ignore it. Of course, having to LOOK through tiny holes in your beeny wasn't such a good idea either and it didn't take me long to realize that when I felt someone run into me and knock me to the ground.
"Don't you know it's a dumb idea to be walking around with a snowcap over your eyes?" said a voice. I sat up and pushed the beeny away from my face to see Cutter's kid stooping over me.
"Does Cutter know your here?" I asked, getting up.
"Know!? He said I can come here!" she giggled, "Cutter's way too busy with the pizzas so he gave me some money and sent me here to occupy myself the rest of the day." She then grabbed my arm and started pulling, "Come on! It's no fun if you're not there with me!"
Well, that was new. Whenever I spoil someone's kid rotten, they'd do anything to keep me from doing it again (Even threaten to sue me, which rarely happens, thank god _). I just hope Cutter doesn't get too peeved when he finds out who his kid's been hanging out with the rest of the day.
After going on half the rides in the carnival, we walked along the gaming stands. The girl was looking at each one, seeming a bit amused.
"So, where to now, Shorty?" I asked. The girl stopped and looked at me.
"Shorty?"
"Well, I didn't quite catch your name and I can't just keep callin' you 'kid'. I hope I'm not offending you in any way."
"You kidding!? That's better than my real name!" she giggled. She then noticed a gypsy tent with a sign saying "Pinky Diamond: Fortune Teller and Palm Reader."
"Ooooh! I want my fortune read!" Shorty squeeled as she ran towards the tent. Fortune telling wasn't exactly my forte so I waited outside for her to finish. 2 hours went by and she still hasn't come out yet. Most fortune tellers take about at least an hour to finish. I was beginning to wonder how much money Shorty paid the fortune teller to make her take this long.
I soon got tired of waiting and walked into the tent. What I saw behind the crystal ball almost shocked me. That pink haired woman who killed Sara was waving her hands over a crystal ball. But instead of wearing black clothing like she was five monthes ago, she was wearing a pink, glittering halter top and pink gypsy pants. There was also a gypsy mask around her face.
Boy, seeing her brought back painful memories. I was so furious, I didn't realize my fist was on fire until the gypsy looked up from the crystal ball to me with calm eyes.
"Now, now," she said calm and mysteriously, "We must not use our groove-trons in this tent. It is very expensive." I shook my head and looked at my burning hand as the flames vanished. Shorty turned her head towards me.
"Is something wrong?" she asked as if she knew I was upset. I tried to keep my cool, despite the fact I was mentally sneering at the gypsy.
"Is this going to take long?" I asked, "it's getting dark outside."
"Not another minute," the gypsy said, "in fact, I was already finished when you came in."
Her "customer" got up and walked past me whispering, "that lady was both boring and creepy." As I turned to leave, I looked back at the gypsy who was resting her chin on the back of her folded hands, giving me that evil grin again as if she was telling me I deserved to suffer emotionally. I growled before walking out.
When I came out, I heard a voice booming over a loud speaker.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the voice said, "Welcome to the first annual Bust A Groove cometition! Tonight's opponent is an employee at our carnival! A very sexy strip dancer and deadly master of terot cards! Who will be the lucky person to escape her moves alive!?"
Shorty and I looked at each other before following the voice to one of the larger tents and walked inside. The whole place looked like a larger version of a fortune teller tent with a flashing floor and a stand with a spinning pyramid under a sign that read "Pinky Diamond".
Her again, I mumbled to myself, I'll give her a piece of my mind. Unfortunatly, before I had a chance to take up that challange, Shorty grabbed my arm and held me back.
"You don't wanna go up against her," she said, "I heard those who went up against her and won were never seen again!"
"What a wuss," said a voice. A tall man with black hair tied in a high ponytail and tattoos along his arms, wearing a bullet proof vest and black pants, cracked his knuckles, "if you don't want her, I'll take on her and show her the true meaning of dancing." and with that, he pushed his way through the crowd toward the stage.
"Come on, Heat. Let's look for something else to do," Shorty said as she dragged me out of the tent again.
While walking around the carnival, looking for another ride or gaming stand, I noticed a strange, gigantic robot in the middle of the carnival. Call me crazy, but I could've sworn I saw that head following us everywhere we turn. My imagination must be getting the best of me. I shook my head and continued to follow Shorty to the next ride.