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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_cruz
2013-09-19 08:56 pm UTC (link)

“Kinetomancy sounds like an exotic sickness or something,” Cruz quipped. And, being Mexican in Maine, Cruz already had enough ‘exoticness’ going on in his life. “It can be really handy at times, yes, but sometimes it’s hard to control, even now. But that’s kind of par for the course with magic.” It seemed like Isabelle had endured the same difficulties, perhaps even more, with her wind manipulation.

It was comforting to know that the only reason he failed at his task was because Isabelle had an ace up her sleeve that he was completely unaware of at the time that he used his magic… but if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have won the moose. “So, it’s like a half-fail then. Partial credit and all that. I haven’t had to deal with partial credit since we graduated from high school, but I’ll take it.”

The ramifications of magic were hammered into most magic using children at a young age, provided their parents were decent human beings. It was more than just the risk of exposure. Magic was power. Power could hurt a person just as easily, if not moreso, than it could help them. He’d felt the ramifications of using his power too much before. It was not an experience Cruz enjoyed reliving.

Isabelle’s story about the past, about what happened when her empathic abilities blossomed, shook away the cobwebs of his mind. “I do remember that,” he said softly. “You were there, and then you weren’t. After a few days, the teacher just said that you weren’t going to come back until you were better.” While the adults may have been aware of the fake reason that Isabelle was out, it was something that the kids could not understand, so they spoke about it in the basics. Cruz remembered missing her, and being very happy when she was back. Even if he didn’t show it overly much at the time.

When Isabelle brought up the food, his stomach kind of tightened. Was he feeling better? Yes, but that didn’t mean that he was going to start chowing down on fair food. “I usually get cotton candy when I’m here… I’ll probably get some for later. Come on, let’s go.” Cruz took about two and a half steps before he stopped. “Oh, and Isabelle… thanks.” A simple word with a lot of meaning. Cruz had a feeling that she knew what he meant.

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