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bound_cruz (bound_cruz) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2013-09-14 16:40:00

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complete, cruz ramos, isabelle parker, private

Fairy Floss and Other Things
Date: June 15th, 2012
Time: 10:00pm
Location: The Crescent Cove Fairgrounds
Characters: Cruz Ramos, Isabelle Parker
Description: Cruz and Isabelle meet up at the Fairgrounds as part of Operation: Spend More Time Together. Crafty Isabelle is able to deduce Cruz's secret. Awkwardness ensues.
Status: Private, Complete

It was fair time in Crescent Cove. A jovial time full of many memories for a sizable chunk of the populace who made the coastal Maine locale their home. Cruz was no different from the majority of these people. In fact, some of his earliest memories were of the fair. It was one of those things that filled him with nostalgia, even now as he had relatively outgrown the rides. Certain things about the fair, however, were impossible to outgrow, like the Cotton Candy, which would be his at some point.

Since encountering Isabelle about a month before, Cruz had spent a decent amount of time in contact with her. Usually over the phone, but contact was contact. As they had both pledged to spend more time together, Cruz figured that a little bit of time at the fair would be an ideal situation. There was one small wrench in the system, though: work. Cruz worked on Friday, he had Saturday off, but Saturday was devoted to spending time with his siblings at the fair, and he worked again on Sunday.

This forced Cruz to think about his situation analytically. While it was possible that he could ask Isabelle to meet up with him on Saturday, that would mean subjecting her to time with his siblings. He doubted that Isabelle would mind. She had siblings, she knew how it went, and Cruz loved them all… but the relationship between Cruz and the redheaded beauty was still in relative infancy. His siblings could be merciless, especially when it came to dating. It was not a one-way street, though, because Cruz could play the nuisance sibling game just as well as the rest of them. Still, it was best to leave them out of the whole thing entirely. At least for the time being.

With Saturday no longer an option, Friday and Sunday were left as possibilities. Sunday did not seem as appealing as Friday, because by that point his younger siblings may have severely tapped his far from unlimited coffers. Now that they were all of a working age, he was less receptive towards blowing cash on them, but damn if those little buggers couldn’t find some way to guilt big brother into something. Friday, by comparison, was before the family day at the fair. It also had the extra boon of giving him the possibility of spending money on Isabelle and therefore not having money to spend on them. It seemed like a win win situation to Cruz.

Once he decided which day would work optimally for his schedule (allotting, of course, for any modifications that may need to be made to accommodate Isabelle’s schedule), Cruz made the offer to Isabelle. Graciously, the young woman accepted his offer for a little bit of time at the fair. With his shift ending at 9 Friday night, 10 was the decided upon time.

Walking around the fair in his waiter uniform was an option that Cruz could have used, but instead he brought an extra change of clothes that were far more relaxed. Even though it was going to be at night, the fair still happened during the summer season. Cruz complimented his jeans and t-shirt look with white shoes and a denim jacket, which could be discarded from his person and carried if it got to be too hot. Almost immediately after his shift, Cruz made his way to the bathroom and changed outfits. A few of his coworkers commented about the change, but he just said he was going to go out. There were some attempts at probing the raven haired man for information, but he remained mum on the subject.

Fair time was a good time for most people around Crescent Cove. It wasn’t nearly as goodwill inducing as the holiday season, to be sure, but there were still people who were content to leave larger tips than normal. To Cruz’s benefit, these people were sitting at several of his tables. He had no delusions that he could take Isabelle on a shopping spree, but he could at least afford a few corn dogs or something. Plus, he’d pulled money out of his account before he went to work.

The agreed upon meeting place was near the entrance of the fairgrounds. The parking lot was still relatively crowded, being the first weekend night of the fair, and many of the high school students making the fair their hangout spot for the duration of the event. Cruz did not have to park that far from the entrance, and gave a few pleasantries to some of the people he saw walking by as he made his way there.

Once inside, he waited near the entrance as promised, and shifted uneasily for a moment. It wasn’t the first time that he had met a girl at the fair. It was a common rite of passage that most young people in Crescent Cove partook in at some point in their life. What it was, however, was the moment that cemented the fact that he had basically arranged to meet Isabelle at the fair on a date. There was no other way of describing it. He was on a date with Isabelle Parker.

Suddenly, Cruz was more than a little thrilled that his siblings had no clue where he was or what he was doing. If he ended up getting a cryptic text from them, he’d swear they were witches… oh, wait, they were.

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bound_isabelle
2013-09-18 12:26 am UTC (link)

Isabelle was a good listening, and very trustworthy. She didn't entirely believe it wasn't her fault, but she knew he felt strongly about saying that, and so she trusted that he, at least, believed it wasn't her fault. She waited for him to explain, and was patient with his inability to be totally forthcoming. She had a feeling that it was a big secret for him. There were a lot of very complicated emotions surrounding his being a witch and telling this story.

When he said he had always been told to keep his mouth shut, she understood. It was the same with her family, the biggest difference being that her family had known other families who were also magical. It was so fortunate for Isabelle to have grown up knowing her Circle the way she did. Even though it had to be a secret to everyone else in the town, it had never really been a big secret. She hadn't grown up with the same notions of horror instilled in what they were the same way it seemed to have been for others.

"What happened, when you were in California?" She asked tentatively, immediately adding, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She put her hands up to show that she wasn't prying, and really, Isabelle didn't need to know the story. If he wanted to tell her, she would listen, but she didn't find this to be so vital to their future as friends or whatever that he needed to tell it now. In time, she knew, he would.

"Let me tell you about me first." She said, hoping that would ease the tension a little bit. It must be so hard for him to talk about it, never really having been able to before. "My family was persecuted for being witches way, way long ago. They were actually in the Salem Witch Trials, along with a few other people. Those other people, and my family, decided to try and create a town where they could live more peacefully, and freely. It happened to be Crescent Cove."

Sorry, co-founders. Isabelle's outing you.

She paused for a second before moving on. "Time passed, et cetera. Magic became very instilled here. There's always been a lot of witches here, what with all our families producing like a million children." She laughed. "My family, we're... emotionally environmental. I don't know how to put it, really. No one in my family can feel and manipulation emotions as well as I do, but we all have some sort of empathic ability. We also are very adept in wind manipulation. You know, like aerokinesis or whatever you want to call it." She blushed. That was a weird way to put it.

"I joined a circle, I have friends here who are Witches. My life, unlike yours unfortunately, was ingrained with Witches everywhere around me all the time. New ones show up from time to time, and leave, some come back. Witches grow like weeds here. This place, I think it draws the magic to it now. Of course, I have to keep it secret, like you, from anyone who isn't magic... But I could feel that you were, so I said so. Anyway, that's my story." She blushed, feeling a little privileged again. She hated to feel that way, but Isabelle had never once taken her stable household and her comfort with all aspects of her life for granted. And she never would.

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