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| Alice Cullen | Aug 9 2011, 06:31 AM Post #61 |
The Pixie Seer
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A bell-peal of laughter slipped out of me as Jasper drew me forward to the ring toss. It was a rare sight indeed to see him lose a little bit of his stoic edge in public, but I wasn't going to ponder the why's and wherefore's. I was just going to enjoy the contentment I could feel rolling off my husband in little waves. I rested my hip against the edge of the booth and watched while Jazz stacked the rings just so and looked at them, contemplating his throws. This was a practice in being human. He had to miss somewhere. With a smile on my lips, I tried hard to think about anything but the game. This was one thing I didn't want to see the outcome of. I wanted to be good and surprised, but that was going to be a feat in determination on my part. The first two rings hit like a charm, then the next few were a miss. It was wonderful to watch him, his face apparently screwed up in concentration... all to win his girl a teddy bear. I gave a slight squeal when he handed me a set of rings and told me to take a few shots. My first was a near miss, the edge of the ring bouncing off the lip of the bottle onto which it was supposed to land. The next was a ringer, catching the lip of the bottle and spinning around it a few times before toppling off. With my last ring, I looked over at Jazz and held it up, my right eye appearing through the circle. "Show me how," I said playfully, partly to keep the game attendant from getting suspicious. And partly because I wanted to feel Jasper's arms around me, his fingers on my wrist as he showed me how to do the ring toss. |
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| Angela Weber | Sep 6 2011, 01:14 AM Post #62 |
The Loyal Friend
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I wasn't sure whether Jacob was miffed by Martin's teasing, or just didn't want curiosity about that painting he'd bought and stashed in his car before anyone saw it. I figured it must be secrecy about the painting, since we all knew Martin didn't tease his friends in a mean-spirited way. I was pretty curious about the artwork, a little doubtful of Jacob's claim that he'd bought it for a friend, because I'd seen that enchanted expression on his face just before he started vaulting tables, like he adored that artwork for himself instead of someone else. I wanted to ask Shiloh about her art, since this was fresh news that she was an artist, but that would put the spotlight back on Jacob's secret, so I rose to the Spiderman subject instead, easily laughing at the ridiculous mental picture of a singing, dancing superhero. I wasn't into comic book characters in general, even in non-musicals. "Really? How silly! They'll probably work on it for three years and waste a ton of money before the whole idea falls through." Everyone was scarfing pretty fast, including me, which must mean Martin was eager to get to the arcade games. "Arcade after this? That is if you feel up to it, Jim?" I asked, including everyone. "What games do they have this year? Maybe you guys can win Shiloh a cute plush wolf." I smiled all perky and innocent, with a special glance at Jacob, who I hoped would be the guy who won me something. |
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| Martin Richter | Sep 14 2011, 08:09 AM Post #63 |
The Too-Observant Human
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Oookay. This was about as clear as it got without outright saying it. At least that's what I thought, since I was able to pick it up. Jacob didn't want to discuss the matter of what he'd bought. A few shades less on the chill and I might have used this as further teasing material, but even I knew when to let off. I did snort at the whole spiderman idea. Usually I would have assumed this must be a joke, but nowadays producers got the strangest ideas. In this I agreed with Jacob. That show was doomed. After a good laugh, though, I forgot about it. I could live with not knowing what strange ideas broadway producers came up with. Spiderman was a cool comic, and the movie was great, but a musical? That was so in the wrong target group. And then, just as I was gulping down the last bits of food, Angela put me right back into fun mode. The arcade. "Belief it or not, for some of these I lack the vocabulary or at least the precise name. But there's places to throw darts, balls, rings .. and even knives. Matt and I already had some fun over there. You girls get to chose the booth by the plush animals you think are the cutest." |
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| Jacob Black | Sep 15 2011, 12:29 AM Post #64 |
The Could-Be Chief
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((Posting also as Jim Whitehorse)) My brain started to purr at thought of winning Angela a stuffie! Er, plush wolf. My sisters had always called those things "stuffies", so I picked up the habit. I was also feeling bad about snapping a bit at Martin. So while the girls decided which booth to lead us manly men over to first, I whispered to Martin, "It was the thing about crack. Sorry. I know you were teasing. You don't know that Indians get teased about two things: being drunks and being druggies." I gave him a pat on the back, a bright smile which got a little confused because I'd felt something on his back, hidden under his clothes--I could swear it was a knife sheath? Nah! Who carries a great big knife strapped to their back? But it felt like that! I mean, I never left home without my Swiss Army knife, usually either stuffed into my right front jeans pocket, with my wallet and keys, but it had a blade not even 3 inches long, plus a few other useful things. But that thing I'd felt, that had to have a blade in the "major" department. Huh! I gave Martin a very quietly curious look, and stuffed both my hands in my jacket pockets. "So, you hoping more for darts or rings or balls or knives?" My voice was light and smiling, without any concern that he was armed like a pirate. Now that I thought of it, how many times had he stopped his hand from reaching automatically for his back, especially when Randy or one of the other goons were around? I'd have to ask him about that later. Did he carry that thing every day? But then I got distracted by Jim. He was sitting there, looking pale and blank and dull. And he was shivvering! "Jim? You okay? Are you cold?" I met Angela's eyes, and Miss Kingston's before settling on Jim, and moving around the table to sit next to him. ((Posting as Jim)) That chili dog had been a mistake. It was sitting in my stomach, taunting me, even as diluted as it was by all the chicken soup and biscuits. My muscles were aching, my head felt stuffed with something that made it ache, and I swear even my teeth hurt. My throat loved the hot soup, but hated swallowing. It felt so raw now. It hadn't felt that way this morning, or even an hour ago! How come I felt like death warmed over now? I gave Jacob a vague look. Was I cold? I was shivvering. Actually, I was freezing. "I'm freezing. I don't feel good. Headcold." Unc's cold. If I was going to give it to everyone else, I'd stay at the Festival. If I was smart, I'd leave and give them all a chance to not get it. "I'm going to go find my Uncle. I should go home. You guys tell me all about the arcade later, okay?" I *really* wished I hadn't eaten that chili dog. ((Post as both Jacob and Jim)) When I felt his forehead, he didn't feel warm, but since for months everyone had been saying *I* felt warm all the time, I didn't figure I was the best judge there. "Hey, I'll drive you home. Give me a second to go tell Fr. Pete." "Okay." Wow, Jim's voice was raspy. He was in for a time of it, it seemed. His face had that look one gets when thoroughly headcolded, like your IQ is in the low double digits. Poor guy! "If you could get him over to my truck," I said to everyone, especially Martin, "that would be great. I'll only be a minute." It didn't take long to find Fr. Pete, who of course was with my Dad, who was eating fish and therefore looked as happy and content as he ever looked. Fr. Pete was instantly concerned, but knew Jim was in good hands. He said he'd be leaving soon too, and I was the last person to try to talk him out of checking up on Jim. I knew the girls were going to start the chicken soup brigade tomorrow morning. I hurried again to the car, sans any spiderman leaps over tables, and Jim was sitting miserably in the passenger seat of the truck. "Jim, you look green." He looked green. Green was not good. Jim said, even more miserably, "Hurry. Can you get me home before that chili dog makes a reappearance? Because it's going to." |
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| Jasper Hale | Sep 18 2011, 07:38 AM Post #65 |
The Emotion Manipulator
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Indeed we were enjoying ourselves, playing not only the ring toss but our own game on top of it. As a vampire you had to, or many things would get boring very quickly. So, ring-toss had gotten an extra set of rules, one that required a certain amount of misses and goofing around. I folded myself around Alice whose petite frame snugly leaned against my chest. The plan for this toss was to make it another semi hit. So, here was the challenge now. Together the aiming was quite a bit more delicate than alone where each of our reflexes had been honed to perfection decades ago. Slowly, I guided our hands through the motions of a throw a couple of times, all the while enjoying the relaxes, playful and almost giggly mood. "You see, you take the ring like this..." I started whispering, just loud enough for the booth attendant to hear, and as my voice dropped lower changed the topic completely. "..and you know your hair smells wonderful again today. Is that a new shampoo?" Somewhere halfway through the flirting we let fly the ring. |
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| Martin Richter | Oct 3 2011, 12:40 PM Post #66 |
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The Too-Observant Human
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The next few minutes were a crazy change of topics. It started out with a nice explanation from Jacob, which promptly put teasing him about jumping over tables to buy some mysterious sketch right back on my list. I was content, happy, carefree - careless. Normally I would have reacted quicker, positioned myself so that it was unlikely for someone to do what Jacob did. At the very least, I would have made a last-mintute move to twist away and turn the whole thing into a playful dance of avoidance. In this instance, I didn’t pay attention, though, and Jacob got a full, solid pat on my back. The way the sheath dug into my back muscles that moment there was no way he could have missed that something was there, even if he didn’t figure out what. As if that didn’t worry me enough, his next question, no matter how lightly spoken, seemed to hint at that. I even considered pretending for a moment. This was Jacob, though, a friend. Yes, this was something I needed to .. er.. straighten out, but I wouldn’t lie. "Knives." I answered as innocently as I could, and soon forgot about the matter entirely. Jim was looking increasingly pale - pale enough and suddenly enough that I almost suspected that chilidog as the culprit. Finding culprits wasn’t much use now, though. We needed to get Jim home. Between Angela and myself, we took him over to Jacob’s truck, which thankfully wasn’t too hard to find, without too much damage to his dignity. I wondered if that would also be the case once he got home. Jacob should be able to handle things, but it seemed unfair to dump all the taking care on him while we wee having fun at the festival. "You need one of us to come along? Just in case?" |
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| Alice Cullen | Nov 1 2011, 04:46 PM Post #67 |
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The Pixie Seer
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Jasper came around behind me, placing his arms around my frame and letting me rest against his chest. He took the ring in both of our hands and moved them back and forth in a mime of the throw we would do. "You see, you take the ring like this..." Jasper whispered, although the booth operator could still hear him. But then his voice dropped an octave. "..and you know your hair smells wonderful again today. Is that a new shampoo?" I giggled and burrowed against his chest even as the ring when twisting out of our hands. I wasn't paying attention to whether or not the ring was a hit or a miss. Instead, I was focused on the fact that my husband had me in his arms. "Honeysuckle. I bought it online from that bath store. Remember, I bought you that amazing cologne you're wearing." I twisted in his arms so that I could wrap my arms around his waist. My face was tilted up toward his. "You smell delicious, by the way." Behind us, the booth operator gave a loud cough. I turned my head just enough to realize that the ring was dead on. I grinned at Jasper. "Looks like we won." |
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| Jasper Hale | Nov 17 2011, 12:22 PM Post #68 |
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The Emotion Manipulator
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The ring left our fingers, and I noted with the part of my brain that always kept track of things like that that it was a hit. The stall operator was duely surprised, and even more so when neither my wife nor I made immediate moves to claim our prize. "So that's why the two scents go so well together." I chuckled. I had long ago given up any attempt to influence what I was wearing or what products to use. I just let myself be surprised by whatever showed up in closet or bathroom. For myself that arrangement was fine, saving myself an effort that I had stopped being good at the moment Maria got her hands on me. Alice shopped, and I did my best - with a great deal of help from Emmet, to ruin my things as quickly as possible, so she could shop more. Perfect. I glanced over at the booth operator to check our score. "Yes we have." I said with a wise smile of delight. "I knew you could do it." One more kiss to Alice's hair and I let go of her to receive the oversize teddy bear, which I then proudly presented to my woman. God, we were being so childish! But it was fun. "Shall we try again? Another game perhaps?" I was thinking of one of those rigs where hitting the target snappedd a piture of you and those next to you. The pictures were usually horrible, but good for a laugh. |
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