>you were fucked. 
>you were at a bar, trying to forget what just happened only five minutes ago.
>you were also, well, you.
>average height, well toned; not buff, but you kept in shape and didng become a little fatty.
>you were currently at a party, an after graduation party to be precice. 
>you had finally made it, and you knew exactly what you wanted to be, where you wanted to go, what you wanted to do. everything was planned out to the very letter.
>you had a close knit of true friends, and also some aquatiances that you knew, come by and congradulate you before they went off and did... well, whatever they were thinking about doing.
>"so i guess it just wasnt ment to be." a voice said in the seat next to you.
>you turn, though you already know who it was.
"you make it sound like you knew this would happen, Norman."
>the guy with his usual laid back demenor chuckled. "No," he said afterwards "i just have a knack for these kinds of things."
"still doesnt make it hurt any less." you muttered, nursing the liquid that rested in your red plastic cup; youve seen movies.
>"still doesnt mean you should be a sour puss about it!" another voice said, coming to refill your drink.
Flash sentry came just in time.
>youve known Flash the longest; since 4th grade.
>Norman since 11th grade.
>youve gotten along better with Norman more than Flash.
>the latter actually treats you like an adult. the former... 
>you try not to think about it.
>you had other pressing matters.
>as stated, you had everything planned.
>you were going to become a journalism major and write books on different places that youve traveled to.
>making the world open their eyes, you always said.
>but before that, you were supposed to start your wonderful adulthood with a graduation present
>a trip to Gallopinghost Islands, with your friends and your lovely girlfriend.
>but nope.
>life has to kick you in the teeth.
>your mom and dad just last night told you that your trip wasn't happening. why? because your dad got demoted from his job.
>something about family feuds and nepotism...
>damn apples...
>not only that, but your acceptance into jullieghard university would have to wait, since you couldnt afford room n board on your own, and you parents couldnt help you anymore.
>so they were having you get a summer job.
>great.
>at least you had your girlfriend that was staying close to home.
>at least you did... 10 minutes ago.

------ 10 mins ago. ------

"....and thats why The Giver by Lois Lowry should have never been adapted to be a feature length film."
>"uhuh...."
>you smiled brightly. holy shit this was working.
>you were finally talking to her and not getting that weird queesy feeling.
>you could actually hold a conversation with her, while looking into her eyes.
>sure, you were no beta male, but being around Coco Pommel really made it seem like you were.
>her blue hair, the little red flower in her hair that contrasted well with her skin and eyes
>its been a good few months for you two...
>"A-anon... listen, hon." she said, now looking down into her red solo cup.
>"youre a... realllly really nice guy."
"..."
>"but i think its time..."
>wait.
>wait what.
"what do you mean?" you say, feigning ignorance.
>its never a good sign when a girl uses that sort of tone when they say those 4 words.
>you thought you did everything right.
>where did you fuck up?
>"i think its time we see other people."
"w-whuh...?" you say, dumfounded and numb.
>she looks at you, sighing. "sorry anon. i just dont think were cut out for each other."
>she gives you one last pleading look, then walks off, leaving you staring, your heart feeling like its been ripped out and flayed, topped with a nice sauce and decorative garnish.
>and she didnt even eat half of it. 
>or give you a decent tip.

------ Now. ------

>a band was heard somewhere outside as you, norman, and flash looked behind you to catch the performance.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZ9PD6OaJbI
"were still going job hunting, right flash?" you say, begrudgingly.
>you really didnt want to go job hunting at all.
>hell, youve barely ever worked at all.
>you were a writer, and your parents never really asked you to do any physical labor or even get a job in the first place.
>there was no need.
>"aaaactually, about that."
>aaaand here it comes.
>"i already got myself an interview with this place; a carnival. yknow, rides, carni games, corn dogs, the works, dude."
"oh. uh, ok then."
>"'course, ill put in a good word for you if i get the job." he said, ruffling up your hair rather roughly.
"thanks, i guess." you say, not looking at him fully.
>you sure as hell didnt want to work at some run down carnival.
>you had a 4 GPA
>there mustve been SOMETHING you could do... right?
>Norman had given you a list of places that were looking for jobs around the neighborhood for you to start your search yesterday.
>a true pal.
>even if he was leaving you to deal with this stuff alone.
>... wouldntve been the first time.
>you sigh, knocking back the strong scented liquid down your throat, giving a small cough. 
>christ that burned, but the warmth travling down your throat into your stomach made it worth.
>perhaps.... perhaps you could make do.
>this is just a speed bump on your road to what you truly desire.
>you cant back down now...!
------ The next day, SUNDAY ------

>You really feel like backing down now.
>Your reeelly not feeling it.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiofJ0_5Sb4
>Your encounter with phone interviews and first impressions from walking into establishments and showing off your talking skills worked as well as yamcha fighting raditz.
>Sure you could talk to them with ease, but when it came to actually explaining why you deserved the job or what your redeeming qualities were, you fell flat on your face.
>With no actual job experience, no one really wanted to hire you
>Figures how that works out.
>How the hell are people supposed to hire you when they want experience, but in order to get experience you need to have a job?
>Shit was backwards.
>You sighed, defeted. 
>"Having trouble honey?" your mom asks, a small tone of concern in her voice.
"Well, yeah, kind of."
>"How's that possible?" your dad asks. "you have a 4.0 average, you cant NOT have a job!"
"Its a little more than that." you say, looking at the phone rather than your parents. 
"First off, i wasnt really planning on having to get a job this early in the first place."
"Second, with no job experience, my so called 4.0 is just that. A number."
>You run your fingers through your hair, exasparated. 
>The semester starts soon, and you feel like its partially your fault that you were unprepared for this sort of thing.
>it was their fault for blindsidning you like this, but thats neither here nor there.
>"Well, what about that one job Flash ended up getting an interview for?" your mom inquiries.
>You slowly close your eyes at the thought.
>Flash wasnt a bad guy, he was just childish
>But he was the sort of childish that you would rather put your eyes in your scrotum rather than actually have to work a 40 hr. job with him.
>Ugh.
>But your mom was right, as there was really no other choice for you.
>If Flash could get an interview like that, anything was possible.
>...Fuck it.
>A quick Goggle search later, you look up the number for that local carnival.
>What was the name again?
>Oh, oh yeah.
>Canterland.
>*Ring... Ring....*
>*Ring... Ring...*
"...Are they closed-"
>Suddenly, a loud click on the other end startled you, and you moved your ear away from the reciever.
>"Ah told ya Flim, we ain't gonna sell yer half-assed apple pastries in mah establishment, 'n thats final!"
>A pause.
>"Waitaminute..." the phone muttered. 
>He must have realized that the caller id said something different than what he thought.
>You could already hear the spaghetti spilling.
>"O-oh golly! Ahm terribly sorry 'bout that- er, thank ya kindly for callin' Canterland: Where you can prance to yer heart's content!"
>...Yeah ok.
>"What can i do you for?"
>His southern accent was soft and comforting, but you knew not to piss him off now.
>Breath in, breath out. You got this.
"Hello, sir, I was looking for a job and I heard from a friend that you were hiring. Could you give me some information on that?"
>Nailed it.
>"Oh ah see! Well shoot, we can always use some help 'round here. When's the earliest y'can come in Mr...?"
"Anonymus. Anon for short. And i can come in at any time you want me."
>"Perfect! can y'come in 'round 4:00? I think we can fit y'up with sumthin."
>Score.
>You look at the time on your phone.
>Its about 3:05.
>You'd rather have a good hour to get ready for a spontaneous interview like this
>You didnt even really know how to get to Canterland, but by god you'd make it if it was the last thing you'd do
>This is your Final Solution.
>...
>Dont say that out loud.
"Sure thing," you say, giving a small smile you know he couldn't see. "See you in a bit, Mr...?"
>"Braeburn. See y'then!"
>That name sounded familar.
>As your thinking, you hear a faint yelling from the other end. something about "Quit the litterin'" or something along those lines.
>You silently hang up.
>You're sure he can handle...whatever that was.
>Anyway, you had an interview to get ready for.
>First you needed to find out where the hell this place was.
>Goggle, your true bro, lets you know its about a 25 minute drive away.
>10 mins for a shower
>25 mins for the drive over, not counting traffic
>That would put you out at 3:40, if you started now.
>...You'd make a quick lunch before coming in. 10 mins, tops.


------ SUNDAY 3:55pm ------

>You could've been hear a bit earlier.
>You always like being at least 10 minutes early to any event that you were invited to.
>Of course, thats with careful planning.
>So you can let this one slide for now.
>You can hear music flowing through the speakers as you walk onto the grounds.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vu9mAAr1pBI
>Not really your tastes, but you can get used to it after a while.
>There's little wrapers for candy and other consumables strewn along the ground here and there.
>Thankfully the smell of the fresh fried pastries and other goodies overide whatever trash smell that might have been lingering around.
>You can see Seagulls above, sometimes swooping down to steal a park-goer's food when they saw an opening.
>You swear those bastards are like gang members.
>Don't fuck with seagulls.
>Surveying the rides, you see kids and adults alike having fun on things like a Ferris wheel, Bumpercars, and many different rollercoasters.
>The rides seem a bit more rickety for your tastes.
>How long has this place been open?
>Either way, you're sure to ask for a ride job. 
>It shouldn't be too hard to direct children to or away from certain rides.
>You can picture it now.
>You are the Ganondorf of the rides.
>You are too short for this ride. YOU SHALL NOT PASS.
>You'd have a big stick to bang on the ground for emphasis too.
>Fucking Sick.
>After your survey of the ride part of the park, you find the manager's office with a minute left to spare.
>It seems that it was in the middle of the park.
>Good to know.
>You Knock on the wooden door once.
>Twice.
>Back straight.
>Shoulders back.
>Spaghetti secured.
>Confident, yet not shit eating smile.
>Bitchin'.
>You walk into the office and see a man with a cowboy hat, and barechested except for a leather vest, pointing a bow and, presumably fake arrow, at a freckled woman with green pigtails, red bows, and a stuffed pony on her head.
>You walk out.
"..."
>You walk in once more and the man has a smile so sencere it would make any lie detector seem faulty.
>The woman on the other hand, stands flustered and replaces the stuffed pony with a cream colored cowboy hat, complimenting her denim vest and skirt.
>"Howdy!" exclaimed the man. "Welcome to Canterland! I reckon y'must be Anon."
>you give a short sigh and give your best smile once more.
"Yeah, thats right. I assume you're Mr.Braeburn?"
>He nods, pulling some papers out of a nearby desk.
>"Too right, and this here's my wonderful partner, Apple Fritter." he said, gesturing to the woman who came up silently and stuck out her hand.
>You took it and gave a sligtly firm shake.
>He sits down at the desk in an old beaten up swivel chair. Apple Fritter looks over his shoulder as he writes, and he gives a slightly annoyed look to her. 
>She smirked nervously and left the back of his chair.
>Yeesh. Tough croud.
>"So you wanted to get a job here?" Braeburn asked, looking at your body in an... odd fashion. You werent sure if you liked it.
"Y-yeah, that's the whole reas-"
>"Hmm, you got yourself a strong physique son, you look like a 'games' kinda fella."
>What.
"What?"
>You honestly forgot that there were carnival games, but you didnt really want to do that at all
>All depictions of carnival game moderators looked miserable.
"A-actually sir, i was hoping for a 'rides' position."
>"Mmmmm.... naww, youre more of a games kind of guy." he muttered, already writing on the lines of the paper. You assumed this was an employment fourm.
>"What do you think, Fritters?"
>"Yeppers, mr.Brae, definitely positively more of a games guy. call this guy Mr.Games c-caus thats what he is-"
>"Yeah, okay, a simple 'yes' wouldve been dandy, Fritts."
>"Y-yes sir. Sorry sir."
>This guy cant be serious
>You realize that you couldnt have been more wrong when he hands you your work uniform, a gray shirt with dark blue trim, with large letters that say "GAMES" in a quirky, pretentious font.
>At least it wasnt Comic Sans. eugh.
>"Okay, so, rules!" Braeburn said, not looking up from the paper he was writing on.
>"No free food, no Free turns for your friends, no freebies, no free upgrades..."
>"s-so everyone has to pay for everything." you deduct.
>He nods. "Everyone has to pay for everythin'."
>"Oh, and while working in games, no one wins a Giant-Ass-Panda."
>You blink at what your heard.
>"Yeah, we dont have a lot of those..." Fritters says to you, giving an apologetic smile.
>Before you could complain, another knock was heard at the door.
>In comes a grey girl with straight purple hair also in a games outfit. 
>She gives you a bored stare, then looks to your new boss. "Hey Brae," she draws on in a monotone voice. "I am going on my lunch break."
>"Ah, actually, whouldja mind takin Anon here an showin him the ropes?"
>She folds her arms under her... youre going to guess c cup breasts, and gives a curt huff, nodding quickly.
>"Great!" He said, and turned to you, "Now with acceptin that there t-shirt, I hearby announce you-"
>"Hired!" the green haired yes-woman interjected.
>The cowboy looked a bit dissapointed. "Well I uh..."
>"um... sorry Brae-"
>"Yeah, usually i say.. that... thats like a ceremonial thing; the t-shirt."
>...
>Well alright then.
>You feel a hand tap your shoulder, and leave with the purple haired girl, letting the smell of pasta permiate through the room.
>"Okay, new guy. Let's get this over with." she said, slightly looking back at you. "I am Maud Pie."
>Youve heard that last name somewhere before. 
"Anonymous, or Anon." you say, with a small smile.
>She blinks thougtfully. Guess thats a start.
>You walk through the park with guests young and old floating about through the rides and carnival games.
>You notice some people from highschool having fun on one of the minicoasters. Who knew they would come to a place like this.
>The two of you stop near a booth 
>"Here is the first of many inexplicably horrible games." she droned, pointing to the sign. "The Flying Dutchman."
a light brown haired guy with a portable gaming system sat behind the booth, waiting for someone to passby, you guessed. 
>Behind the man there were acryllic painted milk bottles, of both cream and red variety mixed in.
>"One dollar gets you five rings, toss the rings onto the bottles and you win a prize. get one of the rings on the red bottle and you win a Giant-Ass-Panda." she advised, pointing at the panda that, if you had to guess, was about as tall as you and about two times as fat. 
>You could agree that this was one Giant ass panda.
>"It is one of the best games in the park, and that is because this game is unwinnable."
>You had heard that carnivals sometimes rig their games, but you always thought that was just a myth because of how infamously hard these things were.
>Apparently not. 
>You inspect the rings that you toss, and notice that some of the rings were slightly bent into an oval shape, as well as some of the red bottle openings. 
>Clever girl.
"So nobody ever wins?"
>Maud raised her eyebrow, showing, for once, a little bit of emotion on her face.
>"If someone actually wins a giant ass panda on your watch, you should probaly just go home, because you would be fired, okay?"
>You smirk and give a light chuckle, but her face didnt change. 
>Oh she wasnt kidding.
>The pair of you walked to the next carnival ride. 
>well dressed mannequins with bowler hats are spinning in and out of view.
"The object here is to knock off the guys' hats, right?" You guess.
>"Correct, Anon. However thats not all that possible, since..." 
>Maud trailed off, checking behind her.
>"Half of the hats are glued on to their heads." she whispers, tugging at one of the heads, demonstrating that they probably used extra strength glue, as it barely budged.
>A little bit later, walking around the carnival grounds, the purple haired gal explained some more unsaid rules.
>"Its a 9 hour job, of course, no free stuff. You get a 5 minute pee break every hour."
>She looks at you fully instead of doing her usual one-sided glance.
>"I'd suggest saving some of those in case you have to go number 2." she droned.
>As you walked you passed near one of the mini coasters, and there sat Flash on top of the cart with some red head girl. 
>He dawned a red shirt that had the words RIDES in the same pretentious font.
>It suited him, oddly enough.
>"Yo Anon!" He shouted, passing you by on the ride.
>"They got you working on games?? What a pussy!"
>You take it back, it suited him fully. He was a cunt.
>"Youre such a pussy!!" he yelled back at you from the distance.
>Maud scowled at him before turning back to you. "An aquantiance of yours...?" she asked.
"Yeah. He used to be my best friend."
>"Oh."
"Then I turned four."
>A while later you appeared at a shootout station.
>"Two dollars gets them four balls. Make all the shots and they get a prize."
>She then waves you to come closer to the hoop.
>"So if you stand directly below the hoop, you will see that it has been hammered into an oval shape." she states almost robotically.
>"But from back where theyre supposed to be standing, they would not be able to tell."
>From what youre gathering all of these games have been rigged.
>This is worse than the damn Krusty Krab. 
>Eat your heart out Mr.Krabs.
"Jesus... that's so wrong."
>"Hm. Yes. A criminal abuse of the laws of persepctive." she sighed. "I dont see anything wrong with that."
>You didn't want to believe what you just heard.
"These people are being conned out of their money Maud, dont you care about that?"
>"How so?" she asked, a sliver of humor in her voice. "Theres nothing saying that things would be fair, no signs. we mearly take the usual rules and bend them to fit. Both figuratively, and literally."
>She notices your facial expression and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
>"It gets easier. I was the same way that you were, Anonymous."
>You felt a tiny bit better for her trying to console you.
>"Come along, lets go get you a booth."
>You nod and follow.
>"Your life must have, as the kids say, taken a sharp 'L' if youre taking a job like this."
>She wasnt wrong.
"I was supposed to go to the Gallopinghost Islands, but my family has money problems."
>That was the short version. You didnt wanna bore her with the longer one.
>She scoffed. "Wait till your parents decide for you to take up their business to make money FOR them."

------ SUNDAY 6:37pm ------

>The sun was beginning to set and the moon began to take its reign in the sky. the cheesy 2006 music was becoming quite repetitive, however you're starting to take your job seriously.
>The blood on your "GAMES" t-shirt is a sign of your baddassery and respect already gained within the few hours of working here.
>You have scars that tell stories to the customers that dare walk through your booth oh fuck it.
>Who are you kidding you're bored out of your god damned mind.
>You're working at the ring toss station.
>Y'know, the one that has the giant-ass pandas. 
>Carnivals are supposed to be fun. What happened?
>You think back to all the times you were in an area such as this.
>All your memories point back to the fact that you were on the opposite side of the booth.
>Oh. Right.
>Besides Maud, You didn't really get a chance to talk to anyone else that worked here. 
>However she was nice enough. The strong quiet type. 
>You could dig it.
>Now if only the customers didn't come in droves and this damn Katy Perry song didn't play every half hour you would partially enjoy yourself a bit more.
>"Yo! Buddy! How much for some rings?" shouted a guy dressed in an all white polo, matching his pasty white skin.
>A real muscle head from the looks of it.
"Each ticket gets you five rings." you drone out in the most enthusiastic voice possible.
>He places a ticket on the table in front of him. "Gimme five. How many people usually win up here?"
"Actually I just started-"
>"Yeah, I heard some fat lady fell off the Wonderbolt a couple-a weeks ago."
>This guy- wait what..?
"Wait are you serious? are they okay?"
>"Who knows..."
>You see two people come up from the corner of your eye, and go to greet them, however the muscle head follows you.
>"Actually, gimme Ten." he says quickly, slapping another ticket upon the table.
>You get out another set of rings in record time and go to greet the other two, before the muscle head follows you to get your attention once more. 
>"N-no wait, Fifteen!"
>Okay this guy is really getting on your nerves, nevermind being suspicious as fuck.
>You turn your head to see the two people, a small child being hoisted over the table by a stumbling lady with purple hair, the child putting a ring on one of the red bottles, pulling back and acting like nothing happened.
>She was doing a bad job of it however, as she slurred drunkly "He won! my little Featherweight won!"
>If you weren't trying to be professional you would have facepalmed by now.
>You approach the woman,and say in a low tone as to not embarrass
"Ma'am, I saw you holding him over the bottle, that's cheating."
>She looked flabbergasted that you would even insinuate that.
>"What? He won fair and square!" she slurred, angrily.
>"Yeaah! I saw the kid throw it!" The muscle head joined in.
>You could smell Chef Boyardee creeping up on you.
"C-c'mon guys, gimme a break-"
>Muscle head cracks his knuckles "Give the kid a damn panda" he said in a low, meanacing voice.
>You raise your hands, standing like a deer in headlights, and try to explain your situation. 
>"Here you go." Said a young woman's voice.
>This voice belonged to a girl with Red and Yellow bouncy hair, in the same grey GAMES shirt as you, handing over a Giant-ass panda to the little boy.
>Satisfied, the drunk woman gave you a look and humphed, turning away with her child. 
>The jock snickered and followed.
>Assholes.
>Wait
>You weren't supposed to give away those pandas
>Great googly moogly your job!
>You turn anxiously to your rescuer.
"Am I gonna get in trouble for this? Aren't we, y'know, supposed to guard those with our lives?"
>Braeburn never said anything like that, but basically...
>She snorted a small, cute laugh. "Would 5 year old Chinese labor be worth losing a few teeth?"
>She stuck out her hand "I'm Sunset. Your welcome by the way."
>You met her hand. They were soft.
"Hi. Anon. And, uh, thanks."
>"Nice to meet you. Sucks you're gonna get fired on your first day."
>You could feel your stomach, face, and balls drop.
>Your face must have shown your disdain, as she scoffed. "Im kidding." She said non-chalontly.
>Sigh of relief. 
>"sort of."
>Shit.
>"Naw it's fine, ill just tell Brae that you lost it at knifepoint."
"Has that-"
>"It has. you don't know the lengths people will go through just to impress a one night stand."
>A bit of time passed and you learned a bit about your twinky colored hero.
>Her name was Sunset Shimmer, and she was essentially in the same boat that you were in.
>Not the whole, i-wanted-to-go-on-vacation-but-my-parents-are-assholes boat, however.
>"I ran away from home," She told you with a sigh of indifference.
>"Mom was never there for me and I didnt really know my dad, so when I packed my stuff and caught a bus to the next state with only a couple hundred bucks in hand, I dont think they really noticed."
"Im sure they noticed the money missing."
>"I'd highly doubt it." She shruged. "My parents are loaded, so that small amount probably would go unnoticed."
>Damn.
"And you left because no one paid attention to you?"
>"I dont think you understand." she said, not looking at you and leaning on the front of the booth.

------ SUNDAY 11:12pm ------

"Ugh. Finally. Quitting time." you say, exaspirated as you walk out of your booth, stretching.
>God you could not catch a damn break. 
>Braeburn let your little panda situation go, as everyone deserves second chances, he said.
>Maud and Sunset kept you company for the rest of the time, deciding that it was much better for them to spend time with the new guy rather than worry about their own booths, that is, if they had booths to worry about.
>You didnt mind. They were good company.
>For a while they played catch with a corndog.
>Sometimes you have to make your own fun.
>Walking out of the park and into the parking lot you stretched your back and arms, hearing an utmost satasfying pop and crack of your spine.
>A group of employees are in groups, either talking or waiting for rides in general in the lot.
>You meet up with Maud who has a pack of Pop Rocks, and eating them generously.
>She notices you and lifts an eyebrow and the pack at you.
>You decline her offer, and Sunset appears a minute later 
>"Hey Maud, Anon."
>You nod in her direction and she pulls out a flask from behind her.
>"You guys want some of this? I bagged it from Fritters~"
>Like your gonna say no to...
"Grade A Hard apple cider?"
>"Only the finest for friends." Sunset remarks.
"You make it sound like ill say no." You say before taking a pull off the flask. 
>Theres a slight cinnamon-y taste to the sweet burn as it goes down your throat.
>You dont drink a lot but when you do you realizde you're a... picky drinker.
>She turns to Maud and smirks. "I dare you to take a swig with your mouth full of those."
>The purple haired gal only nodded in agreement before discarding the last of the rocks in her mouth and taking a drink.
>One second
>Two seconds
>Three sec-
>Without warning She turns and spits out the concoction violently out of her mouth, eliciting a laugh from both you and Sunset.
"Cant handle your drinks, Ms. Pie?" you manage to say.
>she looked at you with her usual stone face, however you could sense some malice within her gaze.
>"The taste of candy geodes was tainted by such liquid." she stated, firmly.
>suddenly, a hand was slapped firmly onto your shoulder. 
>You turn to see who could possibly-
>"Hello ladies, /Nonnykins/, how was your first day?"
>Flash, mother fucking, Sentry.
>no one else knew that nickname that your mother gave you, and yet this asshole decided to throw it out there like breadcrumbs to pigeons.
"Fine. made it out alive, cant complain honestly." you mutter, curtly.
>"Made friends with Miss Shimmer have you? Great top by the way, it really brings out your eyes~" he remarked.
>Sunset, much to her credit, looked a bit confused and a little weirded out.
>"Thanks, i guess." she said.
>An awkward silence enseud until Maud cried out in shock.
>Well, it was more of an indifferent moan, but it had a smidge more emotion than usual.
>You turned and Maud was holding her face, turning to the direction of her assilant; a young girl in a bomber jacket and dirty blonde hair, with bangs that were died a dark purple.
>The young girl was within the saftey of her car and was laughing hysterically.
>"... she threw an entire corn dog at my face..." Maud muttered, still holding the cheek that was hit.
>You growled at the car, but realized that this, was your ride back home.
>Joy.
>"Gilda! what the fuck?!" Cried out a voice behind you, belonging to another girl with rainbow colored hair and a track jacket. 
>She turned to your group and sighed exaspirated. 
>"Sorry about that." She huffed. "My sister tend