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Post by Twich on Mar 6, 2008 19:47:47 GMT -5
Twich placed a penny on the table and received three bright green rings. He picked one up, kissed it for luck and closed his eyes. Without opening his eyes, tossed it. To his surprise, it landed perfectly atop one of the many dark brown bottles. He tossed another, then the last. Each landing around the neck of a different bottle.
"Alright son, you won, pick your prize." said the man standing behind the falling down booth. Twich looked around at all the brightly colored stuffed animals, balls and little rag dolls sitting all lined up on the shelves. "T-t-that one, t-t-there." he pointed to a beautiful stuffed tiger, bright orange and black stripes covered it's carefully stitched body. He hugged it to his chest and sighed. He knew he couldn't keep it, he had no use for it, and if it wasn't useful, he couldn't keep it. It was he own rule, but one he needed.
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Post by Jester on Mar 7, 2008 19:34:46 GMT -5
Jester grinned happily at the atmosphere. Everyone was happy, running around, eating cotton candy, etc. She was passing by the bottle toss when she stopped, watching a kid throw the rings with his eyes closed. She tipped her hat back on her head as he fell a bit over her eyes.
Jester crossed her arms a smirk coming to her lips as he got every one of them and won a stuffed animal. "That was pretty good.."she said when he was coming back and passed close enough by her. "I never could get them all on there, I have terrible aim"She gave a small shrug. "and with your eyes closed no less..."she grinned again.
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Post by Twich on Mar 8, 2008 20:07:37 GMT -5
Twich cocked his head at the sound of someone's voice. He turned around. It's n-n-not that h-hard, h-h-here," He said, "you w-w-want it?" he asked as he held out the little tiger to her. He wish he could keep it...but he shrugged and sighed. His stomach growled and he grimaced. He couldn't remember the last time he had had anything to eat that had not come out of a waste bin.
Life had not been easy on Twich, but as far as he knew, the way he lived was perfectly normal. He crammed his blistered hands into in pockets, discovering one had a hole in it, this was good to know. He cracked his knuckles and grinned a goofy grin, not knowing what to say, his shuffled his feet.
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