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MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Spade Aeries on Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:06 pm

Ah, what a lovely night. Spade flicked ashes from his Lucky Seven cigarette to the side and stepped over the gray material with his dark brown cowboy boots. The stirrups clinked and a fashionable grin plastered itself to the playboy's mouth. He pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose despite the fact that the sun was already setting. It seemed preparations were going perfect for Central's Annual Festival...so far. And it was absolutely no thanks to him, for in his other hand was a beer. If he was drinking so damn early already then by the end of the night Spade would be smashed to hell. He couldn't wait.

Now, everyone just had to arrive; it was almost time. He leaned against the booth he was 'running' and attempted to light up a new cancer stick, trying to see over his sunglasses. Being sexy was such a difficult task. He gave a frustrated sigh, almost throwing his lighter at a tree in frustration, but this baby was expensive so he didn't. Spade attempted to get a flame one last time and sure enough, the beautiful thing flared up for the lucky bastard. Life was grand. If only there were still people around who were stupid enough to bet with him over a deck of cards. This was a festival though therefore bloodshed was a bad idea. And yes, bloodshed was certain after Spade won all the opponent's money. Ike knew.

He walked over to the bar boom box and cranked it with a crooked smile. Time to start this party.

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No shit, Spade. B) It's elementary, my dear Shu.
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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Jay Furor on Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:38 pm

Jay walked into the festival, well...Festively. She was wearing her old Delta clothes but with her Lieutenant Colonel insignias replaced with new Staff Sergeant insignias, and a badge showing her position as head Of Power. Aside from that, she was much less formal looking, a cig in her teeth and the smell of vodka in her breath. So what Jay came to the party drunk? It was go-time! She walked up to Spade, cheerfully as always and slapped his hand pretty roughly with her automail hand. "How yah doing General? Staff Searge, Jay Furor ready for paaaaaaartay! Whoo!" She grinned widely and puffed a cloud of smoke. If everyone smoked like Jay and Spade, the place would seem to be on fire... "So i got to do the swings, right? Where's it at?" She smiled as pleasantly as a heavily drunken person with a cigerette in her mouth could.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Thu Mar 31, 2011 10:31 pm

He'd been there for a while, he had. Because he was there to make sure that everything was in ship-shape. He didn't give a FUCK that it was that asshole's birthday recently, he didn't have to be relegated to cleaning the motherfucking toilets!!! He had a pair of plugs in his nose, and moaned as the scrubbing brush went over every little part of the outhouse. This shit stank... for obvious reasons.

"I'm going to kick Shovel's fucking ass!" He was seething. At the moment, if there was anybody not enjoying themselves here, it was Apos. because through all of the jobs that the militants were given, he was forced to clean damn toilets, and man lines of bloody snot-nosed brats. He sighed, and picked up the hose on the ground, seeing that it was now covered in a dark, brown, and smelly substance.

Oh god. No. No fucking way. The man knelt down, and picked it up carefully. Could people in this city NOT aim at the toilet or something? You sat down when you shat! And the idiots were still missing! He growled in annoyance, and began to hose down the room with a grunt. This was frustrating him no end... He closed his eyes and held his breath. Oh, to not smell this shit! It would be a good day indeed!

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Thu Mar 31, 2011 10:32 pm

Nikolaus was manning his own booth of the cotton candy machine which smells funny, oddly enough pouring these black sand-like mass into the cotton candy machine brought from Shotgun slugs cracked open. He was wearing his survivalist uniform, basically some brown hat, a brown sash with blue linings, and a brown fur hat, along with cotton black pants with blue lining to the side and some jackboots with the pant's sleeves tucked in. Nikolaus looking out rather bored at the festival and before long, got an imaginary light bulb over his head and two versions of him on his right and left shoulder, one with a sissy harp and a sissy robe, and the other with some fetishist horns and some tail along with a trident. Yep, he is definitely hallucinating, lack of sleep and all.

"DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT! What're you waiting for? This is your chance to actually SAVE YOURSELF AGAINST THOSE SELF-PROCLAIMED PEOPLE! They are seriously really evil people, seriously, they might be members of Alconquiso, so you must prepare and you'll... GETAPROMOTIONFORSTOPPINGTHEM! Seriously." Devil version of Nikolaus says to Nikolaus.

Nikolaus nods.

"Seriously, yeah, stop being a pussy and just protect your rights as a person, or are you a... PUSSY?!" The angel version of Nikolaus on his right shoulder says.

"Grrr.... I AM NOT A PANSY PEACE LOVING PUSSY! I am a man... A SOLDIER MANLY MAN WITH A PLANLY PLAN!" Nikolaus roared like a mighty beast of... MIGHT!

So, he would be seen setting up wires around his booth stand in such a short span of time, and is basically leaving it and coming back to it with a couple of bricks, piling them on top of each other all in the name of promotions, candy, stopping things dangerous or something like that and promotions. Notably his booth was a bit farther than Spade's, more like by some corner where not many pay attention to it, as he was taking his time doing his... typical things in a less crowded area of the festival. Yeah, some corridor anyways which would lead to his booth corner, as he was seen tinkering with cars, touching walls and glasses and sticking some paste-like material on them meanwhile all from some nearby munitions depot.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Thu Mar 31, 2011 10:54 pm

"Eh... Aurel... Brother..." A young, timid girl held her amrs up to her chest, looking around to see if she could find her brother. Yep, she'd lost him already, and the young Fuhrer was worried. No, not for her own safety. More for the safety of Aurel, and everyone around him. Because she knew what he was like. He wasn't exactly mentally stable now, was he? She sighed softly, and looked around her, trying to see if she could find the man that she knew would be somewhere around here.

What had happened...? Well, Hild had come in with Aurel, nice and happy - she'd even worn normal clothes, and not her military uniform. They'd walked together for about ten minutes, when Hild got distracted... by a pony. Well, the girl didn't see horses much, even with her own position. So while she looked around at the petting zoo... Aurel had... The girl smacked herself in the face. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She cursed her own childish stupidity. She would find Aurel, and plant her hand firmly in his. That way, she wouldn't get separated from him anymore. And they would have fun together, like a proper couple!

Yeah, she said couple. Because as far as she was concerned, she was in love with Aurelius, and she wanted to make this entire night a time for her and him to spend it together. Even if he didn't accept it, she would force it on him! She would be with him, and he would like it. Or it would kill them both. One or the other.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:16 am

“FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU-“

Isabella stormed awkwardly through the carnival paths, her arms wrapped around her tightly. She was uncomfortable. Too uncomfortable. The short skirt and skimpy top were certainly uncalled for, seeing as she was supposed to be a clown. She never thought that there could ever be a “sexy clown” outfit, but…

“This is less ‘clown’ and more ‘perverted,’”
she thinks, before stumbling awkwardly, barely changing her stance to prevent her from falling completely over. High heels weren’t exactly her territory. Nor makeup. The last time she wore these was when she was forced into a “young ladies” class when she was twelve. At least she could bring herself to throw the makeup in the trash can. Walking barefoot was just… She couldn’t conceive it. At least doing it in the outdoors.

Still, at least the stockings proved useful, being tight enough and high enough to act as a convenient storage option for her fans. One for her nerves, the other for either protection from the man that gave her this outfit, or making balloon animals for kids. Depends if she could actually use alchemy to her advantage in this case.

Still, working with kids wasn’t all that appealing to her anyway. With their over sized heads, and their small, tiny hands… Walking around, she notices the man responsible for both the carnival and her outfit in a bar, smoking and chatting with someone she couldn’t recognize.

… Wait, a bar?

“That prick’s got it out for me,” she says, pondering whether to grab one of the expensive bottles behind the bar to whack the side of his head with. But that’d be assault, and she’d probably get court-martialed… “Mother fucker,” she mutters, deciding to let her anger simmer somewhere in a sub-section of her mind, walking off to try and find the balloons and, hopefully, air tanks. One man’s perverted fantasies were the least of her problems at the moment, as she wondered whether there would be any kids at all.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Shula Brighton on Fri Apr 01, 2011 4:59 pm

As Shula hopped off the city bus, she stretched high, the little notebook held tight in her hand. When her superior had pulled her aside a few days ago to tell her she'd been assigned to work the festival, she had begun to question why an event like this needed military personnel, but the tiny major had quickly silenced the question when it was brought up that if she declined her career would take damage. And anyone who knew Major Brighton knew she wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt what she'd been killing herself to achieve. But her job seemed interesting at least; "babysitting with a twist," her C/O had called it with a laugh. Babysitting and a festival; two things she'd never done before. Well, this should be a learning experience, if nothing else! Of course she hadn't mentioned to her superior that she'd never been, or to anyone else who worked under her; there was already a wonderful, endless game of "How many times in a day can we make Shula get flustered and turn pink" and she didn't want to give them more fuel.

The deep red scarf tied tightly around her hips over her jeans jingled as she walked up to the festival ground, her high, tight braid swaying. The weather was beautiful for this sort of thing, enjoying the cool breeze against the exposed skin on her arms and shoulders as the pale blue fabric of her tank top fluttered slightly. Shula felt her heart race a little as she entered, looking at how much there was. In Meissen, every year for the village's anniversary there was a tiny carnival, but she'd never been allowed near it. "The carnival people are dirty, and Ishvala only KNOWS what kinds of colds they have! You'd never be able to fight it off! And then a tiny, giddy voice chirped in the back of her mind, making the Ishvallan grin brightly. ....But I'm on duty and my mother has no say in it! She'd actually been feeling pretty good lately, too.

Shula looked around the booths, already feeling her senses be flooded as she reminded herself she needed to check in with the man in charge of this project. If nothing else, Spade was a pretty interesting guy to work under. She looked around. Where would he be waiting... Aha! She smiled softly, walking to the small bar where Spade was sitting, drinking already and talking to someone she didn't know.. but she seemed to at least be enjoying herself already. Shula stepped closer, giving a small wave.

"Good morning, Spade, Shula said warmly. "Figured I would check in first..."
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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Fri Apr 01, 2011 10:25 pm

Meanwhile, the corridor, basically an L shaped one, was having bricks piled up on top of each other, to make it very narrow and thin enough to fit only one person for the entrance as wires were in multiple weird places, as Niko continues to pile more bricks on top of each other on the entrance of the corridors for both ways on each ends, bricking the doors for the buildings adjacent as well in this corridor just as he is seemingly breaking into cars, and tinkering with them whilst singing a most jovial tune to himself. Basically thinning the entrance to let one person in a time, but as many in the corridors once they entered.

♫Ffffttttt.... fffftttt....♫ He tries to whistle to no avail, only blowing out wind but continues singing, ♫MOFO like a HOBO going on a home BRO! CHA CHA CHA. She went WHAT and then he goes... SHUT THE FUCK UP! FFFFttttt, FFFFTTT FFFTTTT. But she says... NO YOU! CHA CHA CHA! Then some guy goes... THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID~ CHA CHA CHA! Said with LEAD! Then he died.... CHA CHA CHA~ HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ENDING with some... LENDING! CHA CHA CHA~♫

And so, he continued singing his own tune to himself, being just so bad in whistling whilst doing his own business at his separate part of the carnival in his own delight. That short span of time Nikolaus was left unattended had made his section of the carnival pretty much suspicious in all regards.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:04 am

Curse that man!

Not only had Tataki been busy setting up the Haunted house for the past few days but the man had the gull to rope his Second in Command into this...this...THIS arbitrary waste of time. Didn't he know he had tons of paperwork to do? Not to mention that he had no one to at least pass that off too. After this event he would trapped in his office for days catching up on paperwork. A vein on his head throbbed he was beginning to get a head ache. He was just that annoyed by the whole thing. What gave him the right to black mail him into something like this.

Haunted Houses? This was not him at all. Ironically the face he had on while thinking about all this was rather terrifying in itself. The preparations where finally done and the Haunted house was up and running. No thanks to that man.He was probably off drinking or something. Oh well it didn't really matter to Tataki whether he was or not. He just wanted to get this done and over with. He had work to do and not a whole lot of time for "games." He balled up his hands into fists and crossed his arms. This was soon followed by him leaning on the wall with his right leg bent and his right foot placed on said wall.

He figured he should get to work. "Step right up face your fears and tremble as you walk through this house." he said half heartedly. "What sort of things could possibly wait around each corner." He hated himself for this. Why would he even try and advertise his booth? Well he guessed he was just a soldier at heart and he would follow orders given by a superior even if they were ridiculous and came with black mail. He sighed and continued begrudgingly.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Dai on Mon Apr 04, 2011 4:23 am

He liked his stall. Especially the positioning. Because the teacups happened to be across from the Ice Rink, where Reila was working. So when he wasn't getting tickets from the patrons, or watching the ride (which took up 95% of his time), he was thinking about her, and how she'd been the best thing that had ever happened to him. He smiled softly, face turning slightly red, when...

"Sir, can you tell me where the bathrooms are?" A young lady, violet-haired, probably looked about 24, had a Cretarian accent - yeah, she looked older than him. He smiled softly at her, and pointed in the direction of the longdrops where Apos had been working.

"Sorry if they're not up to your standards, they're actually pretty horrible." He laughed softly, and she nodded, before bowing slightly.

"No, no, that's all I need, thank you." She walked off into the distance, and Dai couldn't help but feel that she had this aura around her that seemed like a princess'. He shrugged, and went back to manning the teacups and thinking about Reila. Pity that he wasn't getting paid for this. He still needed to earn a little bit of money before her birthday...

With a small sigh, and a yawn, he sat down on the chair, watching the people go by. To be honest, this was a pretty boring ride, and only lovers and families came onto here - hell, most lovers went onto the Ferris Wheel. The Ferris Wheel... No, no. He shook his head again, and continued to look at the patrons walking past. This was a travesty. He was a soldier, not a carnival-person-thingy!

But he'd hold on. He'd persevere. He sighed, and slipped on an ignition cloth glove, clicking his fingers and creating a spark, before manipulating the magnetic flow between his hands, and causing the spark to jump. He sighed, playing with the jumping spark and yawning as he went.

{OOC - Aki, if you get what I'm insinuating, don't try and stop what happens to Aren... XDDDDD}
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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:14 pm

Kaoru doesn't know how he got roped into this but then again it was a free pass into the carnival and a little bit of work but the bad side was that there was loads and laods of crowds well should be by now but it would seem that there was nopt anyone around as much as there would be but then maybe people are just avoiding Kaoru's booth geez that would be terrible becasue he clearly as the most exicted the most fantablous and best booth ever the dunking booth oh the thrill of it KAoru had a small masterpl;an get couple and so forth getting the woman of the relationships to dunk there lovers into the water and to make it far more exciting it could be freezing cold waterbut where was he gonna get the ice from Kaoru wondered and if he remembered there was as ice rink somewhere around here but Kaoru couldn't remember for the life of him who was actually running it cause it would nee ALOT of care so the ice wouldn't melt but oh well they must not have been very important if Kaoru couldn't remember.

Kaoru would need to change his personallity for tonight just so he can attract "willing" people for the dunking booth Kaoru coughed a few times and the change of persoanllity is up Kaoru started smiled and put on the most cheerful voice he could come up with and he took aball in hand and on the dunking chair there was a dummy over the medium sized vat of water. KAoru takes the last puff of his ciggarette which he had totally forgot about it drop is and stood on it and twisted, Kaoru coughed and got his voice cheerful again.

" Come one come all come Lover come fathers and son and get revenge oh your lovers father's throw this ball at that target " Kaoru throws the ball at the target and it hits...........thankfully and the chair falls havign the dummy splash into the water and the water splashes onto Kaoru. Then Kaoru turns all in slow motion runnign his fingers through his hair making it go backwards Kaoru trying to be as sexy as possible. " Come and have a chance to throw that and many other balls at that target for a chance to dunk that person in the chair into that water but be warned they might not be friendly with you after the dunking heheh " Kaoru was beiing as cheery as possible then he motion to the paying and Waiting area as he rushed to reset the seat "So please come up and wait there and i will get to the dunking shortly "

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Sal on Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:46 am

Bright eyed and ears perked, a small chimera walked near the bar, where there were some conversations that the young Ishvallan was unable to fully understand. No matter, his aim was to find something fun, something different, something... something interesting. He walked with his toes pointed inward, mostly out of shyness, and looked around for something to do or somewhere to go. Salazar's bright red eyes and light white hair probably stood out amongst whatever people were here, but he didn't care. Something told him this was going to be a fun, exciting day, and he didn't want to let his differenced keep him from enjoying it as much as the next guy.

Suddenly a flickering light caught the cat-chimera's eye. As he turned to find out what it was, he saw a man with red hair...playing with the little light thing...whatever it was. Sal's curiosity got the better of him as he skipped over to the man by the giant teacups and he peeked at the red-haired stranger over the edge of one that had a blue trim. His white hair and fur blended in with most of the cups, but his red eyes probably stood out. Either way, he slid from behind the cup, deciding to take initiative this time. The boy approached the man with is eyes focused on the man's hands. He didn't say anything, but his curiosity showed in his red, asymmetrical eyes, and his face was like that of a small child witnessing a snowfall for the very first time.
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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Tue Apr 05, 2011 2:04 am

At the 'Haunted House' ... inside it, more accurately:

The sound of a chainsaw revving. Toe-curling, ear-splitting screams and howls of sheer terror. And finally, maniacal laughter, from a wonderful voice only marred by the insane quality of said laughter. Next thing you know, from one of the windows, a poor person seemingly jumped out of said view way into the house, screaming 'NOOOOOOOO!' and crawling away as feebly as he could, while the echoing laughter ceased being an echo, and the humming of the chainsaw motor increased into the incessant buzzing as it was employed to a maximum ... and sliced through the wall, cutting the stone and wood thing into multiple pieces and emerged ... a (fake-blood) drenched Hei, whose eyes shone with god-knows-how-much-malice and insanity. In fact, the comical vein usually seen on his forehead when angered had nearly ruptured due to its ridiculous size and from his anger as he howled aloud.

"TO ALL HADES WITH THIS ASININE HAUNTED HOUSE BUSINESS! I. WANNA. KILL. ... ... STUUUUUUUKAAAAAA!" he laughed again, eyes rolling about in all sorts of directions as his bloodlust drove away all that remained of his sanity, while the thoughts of dismembering his annoying-as-hell partner flooded his mind. The poor victim who had been thrown out the window by him, was mewling weakly from fear, trying not to draw attention as he crawled away as quickly as possible. All the while, many people thought this was part of the attraction and was applauding Hei for the stellar performance(mistaking the victim as part of the performance as well), while little children screamed in fear at the crimson-soaked killer from Xing. He had agreed to obey Spade's orders, but not to this extent: Not to the point that he was going to work in a bloody carnival scaring people! He HATED scared people. They made so much noise, that he just HAD to silence them, usually with his chainsaw. And this man was only a few seconds away from going on a rampage unless one of three things happens: One, he spies Nikolaus Stuka, an object that will receive all his anger in the for of attempted homicide. Two, he is promised a large amount of food if he gets back inside the attraction and doesn't kill anyone. Three, his chainsaw jams.

Of those three, one is impossible as Stuka is elsewhere(or so it seems), two can only be done if one is aware of the bottomless pit known as a stomach inside of Hei, and three has been especially safe-guarded against in his custom-made battle saw.

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Post by Guest on Tue Apr 05, 2011 11:18 am

“It’s like Stuka’s running the Haunted House,” she thinks to herself, silently handing a balloon Narwhal to one of the terrified children. It’s the least she could to do soften the future trauma they’d suffer for the remainder of their lives… However long that would be. “Hey, this kid shut up when I gave her a balloon,” she thinks, noticing that the noises of the carnival weren’t grating against her brain as much, and, therefore, less pain experienced…

Her attention was drawn away from the suspiciously realistic performance, as she feels her skirt getting tugged lightly on. Looking down, she sees a small boy, tears running down his face. Little, tiny, child-sized tears… She frowns, coincidentally looking sympathetic towards the child, as she reaches for a balloon and pulls out her fan. Not being able to find an oxygen tank, she decided to practice the basics of her alchemy with this job. It would be a suitable replacement as long as she was careful enough...

“Shit,” she curses, flinching when the balloon pops from being filled too much, praying the child doesn’t know any Cretan. With a few swift movements, she pulls out another balloon and starts trying again, paying more attention and being less careless. Within a few moments, she forces a smile and hands the child a balloon platypus, which seems to simultaneously cheer up and confuse the child.

“Thank you, lady!” the tiny boy says, wiping his tears away before running off elsewhere. She smiles, knowing that at least she made the kid happy, and maybe even taught him a new animal. Then, another tug at her skirt…

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Wed Apr 06, 2011 4:43 pm

Lucas looked at the toy gun that he held in one hand and the note in the other, all the note said was that he had to man this booth here. currently he thought that it was lame and boring, so he decided to change the venue a little. he ran back to the armory and "borrowed" a number of guns ranging from handguns to fully automatic machine-guns (and their associated ammo). next he went to a nearby blood bank and took a large number of older bags of blood. and lastly he grabbed a steel sheet and placed it behind his booth as to not hurt anyone. he spent the next 20 minutes performing a little bit of alteration to the stuffed bears. Soon he was ready to open. He placed the bears on the shelves and the guns behind the counter. “Come one, Come all! Shoot the bear off the shelf and win a prize! Only one dollar for 5 shots” a young couple came up. The young man payed for his five shots and Lucas handed him a pistol. “ you keep what you shoot as a prize.” the man lined up his first shot and nailed the bear right in the torso.... It promptly exploded into a mass of stuffing, blood, and teddy bear fur. The young woman screamed as the mixture went everywhere including on them. Lucas picked up what was left of the bear and handed it to her. To which her response was to faint dead away. The man not expecting the recoil let the gun kick right back into his face and knock him strait out. Lucas looked at the young couple stole their money and dragged them off into a nearby gap between the booths leaving them with the butchered remains of the teddy bear.

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Post by Guest on Tue Apr 12, 2011 6:34 am

A happy hum escaped her lips as she walked along, tilting her head to the side so she could study everything closer. This place was so entrancing, she'd never seen anything like it in Creta... With a smile on her face, the girl skipped forwards a few steps, drinking steadily out of the cola bottle in her hand. About thirty seconds later, the bottle was empty, and she walked over to a rubbish bin, dropping the bottle in with a loud masculine burp and a giggle... oh, oh crap. She suddenly held her legs together and closed her eyes.

She needed to pee. With a small whimper, the girl looked around, trying to see where the toilets were. She had no idea! Aren groaned, and walked over to the ice skating rink, popping her head in to see if anyone could help her. Nope, nobody seemed to be in there, or at least, the woman who ran it looked incredibly busy at that time. She turned her head around, and looked at the teacup rides. That seemed like as good a place as any to ask. She walked over to them, and looked over the man sitting there - he had been staring at the ice skating rink blankly, turning slightly red as he'd done so. Red hair, red eyes, he was certainly an interesting one.

"Sir, can you tell me where the bathrooms are?" The redhead suddenly snapped out of it, and looked up at her, smiling, as if studying her for a second. He then pointed in a general direction, causing Euphemia to look over to the side and check. Oh, they were longdrops. Fun.

"Sorry if they're not up to your standards, they're actually pretty horrible." She looked back at him and smiled softly. She nodded and bowed at him, as was polite to do.

"No, no, that's all I need, thank you." With a giggle, Aren turned away from the redhead man, who turned back to his vacant staring. She skipped along a little more, face still slightly contorted from the insane need to pee that she was feeling. She approached the toilets, looking around her for Celes as she went. She was wanting to spend some time with the man, that was for sure.

She walked up to one of the longdrops - one that had been ever so casually stamped with a picture of a woman. She laughed at the crude image on it, and opened the door to see...

A blonde man kneeling in front of the toilet. She stopped short. What was a man doing in a woman's toilet! She stared for a second, and suddenly a slightly glint of rage crossed her eyes. She reached into her clothing, and brought out the bat from seemingly nowhere.

"Those who desecrate the sanctity of a woman's toilet... No matter what sort of toilet... must be punished." The last three words were tinged with enough venom to poison a rattlesnake, and she suddenly lunged forwards, aiming for the man's head with the bat. He was quick, and suddenly moved out of the way, running past the girl while screaming.

"I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyy....... DAMN YOU SHOVELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" She blinked a couple of times, and slid the bat away, and turned back to the toilet, deciding to take the one next to it. She didn't want to risk that pervert having put a camera in there of some sort! She opened the door, walked in and locked it behind her, doing her business...

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:22 am

Vincent Alexander walked into the carnival adorned in his armor, near 6 feet of metal and muscle. On a regular day, most people would have seen him and run, or just averted his stare, but not tonight. Everybody and their mother were dressed up and having a good time, so Vince fit right in, a feeling that was somewhat odd to him. He was new here, as he had just been transfered from Western a few days ago. He was now the Head of Military Affairs at Central Command, a post he was proud to have earned. For the next couple of hours however, Vince would be Head of Security for this carnival. He knew a lot rode on his performance tonight, as this was his first real assignment since his transfer and he wanted to make a good first impression.

His job started right away of course, one of the security officers reporting a disturbance at the Haunted House. It was most likely the infamous Hei from Northern, a man known for his blood lust and random killing sprees. Vincent had worried that he'd have to confront him tonight, and apparently just thinking it had caused bad charma. "I need to stop doing that," he thought to himself as he briskly made his way towards the Haunted House, Knight Blade attached to his back.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Spade Aeries on Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:09 am

While Spade was jamming to his favorite jams from the 5-disc CD shuffle player he stole from the Central Head Quarter's lounge (yes, he uses CDs; Spade is old-fashioned like that), he noticed the approach of Jay. Jay was someone who certainly could understand him. By the mere swagger of the girl, he already knew she topped him in drunkenness. He respected her. But suddenly something dangerous happened. A metal object that was supposed to be her hand flew at his sacred beer bottle. The contents were compromised in that instant and Spade darted backwards, emerald eyes wide beneath dark shades. Just as he dodged the seemingly playful act of aggression, her hand collided with the table next to the boom box. Thank the heavens nothing was on it...yet. Note the yet; the yet enhances the possible catastrophe that could have been caused. ...right. The table crumbled into bits of splintered wood. That girl was a karate masta! Spade bit his lip. He had to get another table now... It was..it was broken. He sniffed, tossed the remains of his cigarette in the grass, stepped on it, and put a hand on Jay's shoulder, shaking his head.

"You broke my table. Way to go. Do you know how much booze this table has held for poor, depressed, middle-aged men? Now it lays in ruins, unappreciated. This is just down-right depressing!" Spade removed his hand before it was torn to shreds like the table and threw her another beer from behind the counter. "It's straight down passed the ferris wheel and to the left. It's the giant light-up spinning thing...you can't miss it." Unless you're wearing sunglasses at night. Cough.

As soon as the playboy rid himself of the drunk, chain-smoking, violent, and yet sexy female who worked under him, Spade took his own sexiness and brought it over to Shula who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Y-yo!" He said nervously, jumping in front of the table to hide it's destruction. He needed a wood alchemist or something. "Thanks for checking in, I actually have something I need you to look into." Spade pushed his sunglasses up to cover his eyes completely. "You know, you're the reason why I wear sunglasses after the sun's gone down. Your radiance...Shula, is equal to the sun..." Spade gave a crooked grin and took a swig of his beer, offering her something with a professional wave of the hand. "So yeah, the cotton candy booth. I kinda haven't heard ne-thing about it. Could you check it out? You should already know my frequency," he motioned to the cheesy, clown-shaped walkie-talkie at his waist. It was so embarrassing. Speaking of embarrassing... "Excuse me. Lemme know if you encounter any...issues."

And thus Spade strut off to attend to his 'sexy clown' that he had caught sight of. Walking up behind her as a kid ran off with a...wtf was that? He blinked. Whatever. He tugged lightly on the hem of her skirt with an extremely sympathetic look. (The truth was that Spade had left the costume decision up to Ike). "Damn, he didn't take it easy on ya. Here." Spade took off his lustrous, extravagant military coat adorned with various...shiny things and threw it over her shoulders. "No one will complain if you're a military clown, right?" He leaned in close to her ear, reeking of man cologne, tobacco smoke, and Jack Daniels. "I'll make sure they don't. K see ya." He walked off to 'attend' to the bar.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Reila Tsukino on Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:33 am

Reila Tsukino, the cold, ice queen of Fort Briggs stood proud over her people. Hands were tightly sewn to her slender hips as a short, pleated white skirt caressed her thighs in the slight breeze. Below her, the entire ground was glowing: an elaborate display of power that rejected the mere idea of questioning who she was. White fur twirled around the seams of her equally white hoodie. Pink-glossed lips parted in a sigh of steamy breath as golden eyes raised defiantly against all odds. Pale fingers clutched the...wait a second. She hung off the side of the ice skating rink like a dead fish floating at the surface of a neglected tank. Yes, Reila had never ice skated in her life. She could create and maintain 500 miles of ice, but no, she never skated across it...ever. Her legs shook with uncertainty as the children ushered her failing form onward. Glancing up through the walls of ice she built around the rink, she caught sight of the spinning cups. Dai help me, dammit, she thought to herself. Somehow these damn kids (Reila hated kids for personal reasons) were forcing her to learn as she was constantly reinforcing the melting material. Ugh! What a task. The night had just started and she was already at her wit's end with these whining children who kept pestering her to let go of the-- Reila stared at her hands. Wait a second. She was moving and the wall was like five yards away. "Iyyaaa!!" She shrieked, gifting herself with (for once) unwanted attention.

She caught air instead of wall, but did not fall. Hah, that rhymes. Shit. Reila somehow managed to move her feet in such a way that she was aimed at the wall and... WHACK. She successfully collided with it. Now, back to clutching...

Two hours later Reila had mastered the art of ice skating and was now twirling circles around the obnoxious kids, jumping, and going backwards. Hah! Take that bitches!

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:48 am

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling...

Ugh. That annoyed him. That sound! IT ANNOYED HIM SO MUCH! He literally wanted to scream out his frustrations, but that would probably get him a few dirty looks. He sighed and shook his head, before standing up and pressing the button to slow the merry-go-round to a stop. His cross sat by his seat, and he had a Gold Label cigarette in his mouth.

Seriously, what the HELL had Aeries been thinking? He shook his head and sighed, before taking the cigarette out and blowing a small tuft of smoke out of his mouth. He rolled his eyes and looked at the scene that laid itself out before him. This was a disaster, in his opinion. Who in their right mind was such an idiot?

Honestly, who could be so bonkers as to think that a carnival run by a group of MILITARY officers would work?! He felt this rant go on inside his head and sighed softly, placing a single hand on his forehead.

Also, WHY THE HELL was someone with his power, the PRIME MINISTER of Creta, being forced to run a fucking CHILD'S MERRY-GO-ROUND?! He was even more annoyed at that, and glared in Spade's direction as he took a few more puffs of his cigarette.

"Um... sir?"

"What?!" A kid stood before him, and Markus blinked. Oh.. Oh shit. He knelt down and smiled at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just a little annoyed right now. Can I help you~?" This was the bureaucrat's approach, and proved why Markus was Prime Minister. But if Dietrich had anything to do with it... He shook his head, and the kid nodded.

"This is the merry-go-round, right? Can I ride it? I have tickets!" The kid looked up at him with the most innocent face, and smiled, a single tooth missing from his mouth. Eh... Oh god. No, no!

"You can go on for free..." Anyone who gave him that face just caused him to melt in seconds. He sighed softly, and pulled a ticket out of his pocket and placing it into the bucket with a kind smile. That was child number twenty of the day.

"DAMN YOU SHOVELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" He looked up and saw a blonde haired man streak past the merry-go-round. He seemed to be heading in the direction of the bar, and judging by the fact that people held their noses as they walked past his running figure... he smelled like shit. Go figure. The man shrugged, and continued to watch for any more kids.

He loved kids - maybe a bit too much. Then again, peace was what kids wanted, right?

Maybe not, was one of the thoughts in his head as he watched the kids with their toy guns.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Aurelius Schwartz on Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:52 am

All dark and daunting the mysterious figure stood still like a well-whipped man, however, he was alone with no sign of said whippee. Long raven hair stabbed at the night air as mismatched eyes absorbed all the remaining light. People. He was surrounded by various, breathing organisms known as people. These vile war-waging, peace-thirsting humans who were thrust upon this earth to wreak havoc were stalking around him with beady eyes and whispers of hatred. Aurelius Carston Schwartz, brother of the fuhrer, had lost the fuhrer amongst the crowd of chaos. He was doomed and she was at a petting zoo. He knew it. The invasive smell of putrid animal waste was leaking into the air, but he did not go to her...for various reasons. The top of the ferris wheel looked very inviting..and not in a pleasant sort of thinking way. A cackle escaped his dry throat and a sly smirk flitted across his lips. This was it. Today would be it. Taking over the world didn't matter, and destroying it was like trying to yank out a damn dandy lion only to have the seeds spread...everywhere! No more! He couldn't take it! This was the end!!

Despite the wreckage of the man's mind, he walked calmly up to the ferris wheel, bought a ticket, and boarded it. Up he descended, finally to death! He spread his arms in bliss. Goodbye Hild! We can meet in a dark place away from all this. Your dreams are nearly accomplished. And this, this my own... Aurel eyes slithered across the glass. He needed to break it. Reaching lazily into the confines of his long, black trench coat, he withdrew his trident and flicked a wrist. Metallic clanks sounded and the object unfolded into a, now, deadly weapon. He thrust it through the window, enjoying the shattering music. Dying...this act was glorious! It reminded him of the pleasant feeling of getting hit by the train and almost ending. Finally... this was the day!! Aurel threw his lanky body out the frame of the window and plummeted to the ground.

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Landing in a heap three feet below, Aurel lay there in shock. No... this...this couldn't be. Life REALLY sucked.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Guest on Wed Apr 13, 2011 7:02 am

Hmm... Where do you go if you've lost the one person who means everything in the world to you, and you have an unstable mind like Aurel's? Hild had to think this over for a few seconds, passing her gaze over the ferris wheel a FEW times, before finally stopping her eye's focus on the wheel. She slapped a fist into her outstretched palm. Of course! Why didn't she think of that before! He was suicidal, unstable and a blithering idiot.

Why wouldn't he try to jump off that damn thing?! She hurriedly walked over to the ferris wheel, and suddenly saw a man that resembled Aurel climb in. She was... too late? He really was going to kill himself! She stared at the wheel in horror, watching his car go around, up, and to the top of the ferris wheel. She stepped forwards slightly, eye focussed intently on the car.

Wait. He was only just smashing the window NOW?! He smashed the window with the trident, and Hild just watched, and giggled softly, no longer worried about his safety. He finally got out, and dropped to the ground. She held her hand up to her mouth, and tried to hold in any and all laughter that she had held in, and there was a LOT to hold in!

Aurel had just fallen three feet to his 'death'. That was so... ironic and sad, really. She giggled, and walked forwards, looking at the man who lay on the ground. As she approached him, she felt her own laughter beginning to recede - that was good. If he was to see her openly laughing at him, he'd probably pick up his trident and shove it through his own throat. She bit her tongue, and knelt down by him, blushing softly.

"Aurel, you big lug." She giggled kindly, and took his hand with a bright smile. She really loved him - and it was horrible to see him like this, but she really couldn't help but find him really cute and funny, especially when he was like this. Call her sadistic, or mean, or something, but she found him really interesting in this state of mind. With another sigh, she dragged him up off the ground - it wasn't too difficult, Aurel was really light.

As soon as he was up on his feet, she hurried forwards and took him in an embrace, holding him tightly. She leaned up to his ear and whispered with a small smile on her face.

"What did I tell you, Aurel? As long as I live, you do too." She giggled, and kissed him on the cheek with a small smile on her face, before taking his hand...tightly...and dragging him along with her. She was going to take him somewhere, she just didn't know where yet!

"Aureeeel... Where do you wanna go? I reckon we should go ice skating!" Whoops. Hild's mind was now set on going ice skating. Only a few things could change her mind now!!!

SHE WAS READY TO SKATE!

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Jay Furor on Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:49 pm

Jay stared a bit awestricken at the poor, poor desecrated table that she had unwittingly demolished. "Oh man, the poor middle aged people! Where will they drink at now? AW MAN I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE KILLED THEM!!" She started to burst into tears but held them back before grinning stupidly as she was handed a beer. Not wise, but nonetheless. What Jay is better than a drunk Jay? No Jay is better than a drunk Jay! So Jay erm... Saluted? Well she karate chopped her head and fell down on the poor table's remains... Then she ran like an airplane all the way to the ferris wheel. She was just in time to see some idiot fall off the ride. She burst out laughing like a maniac before bumping into the ticket booth of her own ride, The Swings. She noticed Hild standing nearby and grinned. "Hey Fuhrer! Didya see that guy fall off the ride? That was funny!" Then she registered that that was Aurel... "Um... NEVER MIND!" She chugged her beer and climbed into the ticket booth through the window. "HEY! ANYBODY WANNA RIDE THE SPINNY THINGIES! IT'S FREE IF YOU GIVE ME SOME ACOLOL!" Well, hervocabulary needed some work, but she managed to get out the message. Now if only someone would chance by her ride... And then she fell asleep.

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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Tsuritsa Cooper on Wed Apr 13, 2011 10:08 pm

Inimeg groaned loudly. "WHY! Why did I even come here... This is so noisy! And why does everyone have to be here? I HATE PEOPLE!" Inimeg was ranting in Xingese as always. Why shouldn't she? Everything got on her nerves. Why did she even let Spade force her to come to this stupid thing in the first place? Ah well, while she was here, she might as well do something. She turned her cane to the right, surveying the area with her thermal vision camera. Thermal vision aggravated her more than blindness, but it beat tripping everywhere. She walked to the ice skating rink and looked at the guy in charge. Give me skates. I want try ride! Poor guy... She set her cane down against the booth, facing the rink. Inimeg then jacked a pair of skates which she clumsily put on. She then jumped onto the ice, sliding until she hit someone. "AH! STUPID ANNOYING BRAT! GO HOME TO YOUR MOTHER AND TELL HER WHY YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO KNOCK A BLIND GIRL DOWN! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF BULL CRAP! YOU WILL BURN FOR THIS!" Her Xingese insults had the effect of confusing the child to tears as he ran away crying. "IDIOT!" She then started to attempt skating again...
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Re: MISSION: Operation Central City Festival

Post by Murazar Dauthi on Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:46 pm

Murazar grimaced to himself, he had already started up the rollercoaster before ditching it. He whistled to himself while swigging alcohol his bottle of while childeren screamed that the ride wouldn't stop he didnt care at all about the kids. He couldn't believe the gaul that spade had to drop him onto any job in a damn fair. He knew the kids wouldn't die, but it sure did scare alot of people. That and he forgot the controls on how to stop the damn machine. He just hoped he didn't run into spade anytime soon, security wasn't going to be light on him it would be a run and gun battle.

He stopped as he saw reila playing around and skating on the ice she made he called out half drunkenly with a laugh. " Yo whats going on General of Skating? I didn't think you could balance that well. " He hiccuped slightly. He was obviously a slightly different person than normal. All the formality had melted away, he was probably prime to figure out who he really was at heart now. Although he was still protective of himself he had less reason to hide those reasons.
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