lyca wrote:Giving an apologetic wave to Steve as he was towed away by Enjou's growing troupe, Dej wondered what his companion in the strange clothing had in mind. He thought Enjou had come off as urgent, when inviting himself and Maki to separate from the group, and even now, as the white haired boy led the three of them on silently, Dej puzzled at his secretive attitude. A few minutes after they had parted from the rest of their classmates Enjou had remained mute. Eventually Dej's curious nature got the better of him.
"Ah. . . Enjou-san?" He said quietly as the four of them walked, "You still have not told us where we are going." He scratched at the back of his neck for a moment before adding, "Or is that a secret?
/// Steve - Carnival Games
Steve just gave a melancholy smile and nodded as Dej waved. He understood, that group had some bond going on, who was Steve to get in the way? He fished a pack of Lucky's out of his pocket along with his lighter, he gingerly plucked out a cigarette, puffing on it as he shoved the pack and lighter back in his pocket. Steve stood there for a moment, just smoking. He just didn't seem to fit in anywhere and he sighed, but soon berated himself for being a sap. He made his way towards the Tundra
, which is what he wanted to do anyway, Steve wasn't going to let his day be messed up. When he got there the ride was stuck, he let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh Christ, fucking fabulous…"
. He thought, looking up at the contraption, shielding his eyes he spotted a lithe girl in Bisney World uniform scaling the contraption, deliciously lithe. Steve leaned against a lamp pole and watched her, bemused expression on his face, smoking thoughtfully as he smoked leisurely, cig held between his fore and middle finger.
"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."