|Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-08-03 07:58:00
|Entry tags:||famine, saint patrick|
Who: Patrick & Famine
What: Hanging out at Coney Island (Originally posted by Famine)
When: Backdated to Saturday the 30th
Where: Coney Island!
Famine wasn't at all sure she'd like Coney Island-lots of people, lights and noise, but sometimes there was really no passing up carnival food. And she did like hanging out with Patrick. So she caught a cab to Brooklyn, which cost almost an arm and a leg, but that was OK. And while she waited for Patrick, she got a funnel cake almost the size of her head and sprinkled liberally with powdered sugar.
Finding a semi-quiet place, she sat down, eating her funnel cake and waiting for Patrick to arrive.
Patrick showed up shortly afterwards, wearing brightly coloured clothes with a headband around his head to try to keep his hair from flapping about if he went on rides.
"Hello!" he grinned, bouncing over to Famine. "You got treats!"
She grinned back. "I like the headband," she said, gesturing to it.
"I did. I do love funnel cakes. Actually I like most carnival food." She broke off a piece and held it out. "You want some?"
"Thanks!" Patrick said, touching his headband. "It's for the rides!" He took the piece of funnel cake she offered and popped it into his mouth. "Oh my god, it's amazing," he said, around the mouthful of funnel cake. "I should live at a carnival." Carnivals agreed with him.
"Roller coasters, hell yeah," she said with a grin. "And that thing that raises you up and drops you over and over, whatever that's called."
She laughed a little at the look on his face, but not in a mean way. "It is pretty damn fantastic," she agreed. "Although living at a carnival would mean lots of contact with clowns." She shuddered. "And oh my god, I dislike clowns."
"A thing that drops you over and over? Is it called Vomit Machine?" Patrick said, though he was grinning madly. He liked the sound of all of that. He loved rides.
"Clowns are creepy, true. But I could eat corn dogs and cotton candy and popcorn every day. And ride the rides and run through funhouses. Ooooh can we go through a haunted house?!"
She shrugged, laughing. "No idea. Disney has one called Tower of Terror, I've been on it before, it's awesome. You're free-falling til you almost hit the ground, then back up, over and over again. It's pretty sweet."
She snorted. "That sounds more like me, but I don't disagree. Riding roller coasters and eating carnival food every day sounds like a pretty sweet life. And we can totally go through a haunted house. And I want to find those distorted mirrors, see what I'd look like if I was ever fat." She snickered.
"Free-falling sounds like something better left to Tom Petty, but I'll try anything once!" Patrick said with a grin.
"I could take pictures of you in front of the mirror for your sisters," Patrick offered, knowing her sisters were important to her. "I think that would be something they should witness!"
Famine smiled and hummed a bit of the song before saying, "That's the attitude to have when going in. Some people get there, see it, and duck out. It's really perfectly safe, but whatever." She shrugged.
She laughed at that, imagining their reactions. "That would be awesome, considering Pestilence calls me Skeletor. And I call her Typhoid Mary, can you tell we like each other?"
"I am sure it would be fun, but if we find one, you can't fault me if I scream like a girl!" he insisted even though he would tell everyone afterwards that is exactly what he did.
"I think it's endearing," Patrick said with a smile. "Siblings are precious."
"I'll just say they were manly yells of joy," she said, with as straight a face as she could manage. Which wasn't much of one, but she tried.
She laughed. "I think you and yours actually love each other, whereas me and mine are only really siblings in the loosest sense. But we work well together, and we look out for each other, so I guess that counts."
Patrick snickered, imagining what his manly yells of joy might sound like. Ridiculous, as ever!
"I think that's all it takes, really," Patrick smiled at Famine. "We didn't start out as family, it just ended up that way."
She shrugged. "Maybe so," she said. "And it's weird, I can't imagine my life without them in it now, however much we may disagree sometimes. Especially Pestilence, she knows when to give it to me straight, no matter how much I may not want to hear it."
"It's always good to have someone around who does that. All of my siblings tend to inform me when I am being kind of crazy. Did Pestilence have anything to say about...our recent unpleasant experience?" Patrick liked Pestilence, despite the fact that he was fairly sure she didn't like him.
Famine laughed, but it was a bitter little sound. "Yeah, she did. It kind of felt like I was going to the principal's office, but I needed to hear what she had to say. She reminded me I needed to be impartial, and that it is very not cool to mess around with you guys just because I feel like it, and also no point. You guys know where you're going. The mortals are mostly ours to mess with, Saints are automatically going up, and Hell's minions are going right back down." She shrugged. "She also said if I wanted to hang out with you, I could. It's not like she was going to stop me. So I think I will."
Patrick thought that made rather a lot of sense. Something he had always thought Pestilence made a bit of. "That's pretty wise," Patrick said with a small smile. "And I am glad you plan to continue hanging out with me. Because we have rides to go on and I need an ear to squeal into."