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isabelle parker ([info]bound_isabelle) wrote in [info]bound_rp,
Now, he was feeling better all on his own. Still a little uncomfortable, but the emotions were much more calm than they just had been. That was a good first step in the right direction, yes? Yes. She put her hand on his back, still feeling pretty awful. Had she known he was going to react that way, she never would have said anything. Or maybe she would have done it in a more gentle fashion. But she had no way of knowing, and so there they were.

He asked to be taken to somewhere a little more quiet and away from all these people and she wordlessly obliged. Isabelle knew where there were very few people. She could feel the clusters of emotion and their directions, too. So she went where she couldn't feel nearly as much, and that happened to lead them over to where there were some offices and other things where the managers of the Carnival hung out all day. There really was no one there, the rides, food, games and other forms of entertainment had stopped a few feet behind them and all that lay ahead were the few little trailers.

She walked him over towards where it was an area mostly just of grass, somewhere in the middle of Memorial Park, which she could see in her head but looked so different when the fair was in full swing. She sat down on the grass and pat the space next to her softly, motioning for him to take a seat. Whether or not he did, she spoke before he was able to get a chance to. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."


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