Post by Lloyd Horatio Irving on Apr 16, 2017 23:00:53 GMT -5
Bicentennial. Lloyd couldn't spell the word for the life of him, but the boy knew that with a 200 year celebration came something big and he was right! A carnival had come to town! Forks. It wasn't the biggest carnival but by golly it looked like fun and Lloyd planned on making the most of it! He dressed in his new shirt and favorite jacket and drove himself to the carnival on his motorcycle he'd lovingly named 'Demon' because it was so fast. 'Speed Demon' didn't quite have the same ring as just plain Demon. He'd wore a helmet of course, since he wasn't an idiot.
He'd parked Demon and locked his helmet to the handle bars and put the keys to his bike in his pocket, then showed his ticket for the carnival and went inside. The young man walked around, looking at everything, trying to decide which ride to go on first or if he should play games first. He knew what he'd do after all the rides and never before. And that was eat. Eating before going on crazy rides was never a good idea. Ever. With his hands in his pockets, he approached a long line of people trying to get on the ferris wheel and decided he'd ride it a little bit later. Instead, he went for the midway games and looked at them.
He knew that many of them, (if not all) were rigged against the players so he stood back and watched for a little bit. There was the basket ball game where you threw a ball at an undersized hoop and unless you threw it perfectly, you weren't getting it into it. He didn't think he'd be able to win anything from that game. Then there was the dart game, throwing blunted, rounded darts with poor fletching at under inflated balloons. Most of the time, the darts just bounced off them or people playing missed because the fletching was loose or lopsided, causing the darts to fly improperly through the air. The milk bottle game with the light balls and the weighted bottles.....nope. Finally, he settled on a game that he could win no problem. It involved taking a metal hoop on a stick around and around a metal rod without touching the sides of the hoop to the metal. The rod was twisted and bent and it required a steady hand.
He grinned and rubbed his hands together, standing in line. "Oh I SO got this. I'm winning Colette one of them bears." He said to himself.
He'd parked Demon and locked his helmet to the handle bars and put the keys to his bike in his pocket, then showed his ticket for the carnival and went inside. The young man walked around, looking at everything, trying to decide which ride to go on first or if he should play games first. He knew what he'd do after all the rides and never before. And that was eat. Eating before going on crazy rides was never a good idea. Ever. With his hands in his pockets, he approached a long line of people trying to get on the ferris wheel and decided he'd ride it a little bit later. Instead, he went for the midway games and looked at them.
He knew that many of them, (if not all) were rigged against the players so he stood back and watched for a little bit. There was the basket ball game where you threw a ball at an undersized hoop and unless you threw it perfectly, you weren't getting it into it. He didn't think he'd be able to win anything from that game. Then there was the dart game, throwing blunted, rounded darts with poor fletching at under inflated balloons. Most of the time, the darts just bounced off them or people playing missed because the fletching was loose or lopsided, causing the darts to fly improperly through the air. The milk bottle game with the light balls and the weighted bottles.....nope. Finally, he settled on a game that he could win no problem. It involved taking a metal hoop on a stick around and around a metal rod without touching the sides of the hoop to the metal. The rod was twisted and bent and it required a steady hand.
He grinned and rubbed his hands together, standing in line. "Oh I SO got this. I'm winning Colette one of them bears." He said to himself.