WHO: Pandora & Arkady
WHAT: Pandora arrives at the carnival.
WHEN: First night in Shreveport
WHERE: The midway
RATING: Low-ish
STATUS: Complete
( Doesn't this look fun )
Who: Bobby & Hope
What: In which some popcorn goes missing.
When: Mid-afternoon, May 27
Where: The Midway
Rating: Low
Sometimes, being dead was a real drag. Sure, there were things about it that were fun, like being able to walk through walls, or scare the crap out of snotty little kids in the fun house, but then there were the downsides--no sleeping, no touching, no drinking, no eating. The last one was the hardest; Bobby loved food, and doing without it, in spite of all the fantastic smells permeating the carnival after dark, was borderline maddening. On the days when he just couldn't stand it anymore--and there were a surprising number of those--Bobby, in a fit of weakness, would duck down to the local hospital (or, if he was really desperate, the morgue) and jack a body (he preferred the uninjured, comatose ones, but he'd take what he could get) and run off to stuff his face with as many french fries, milkshakes, and Hostess cupcakes as he could.
Today was different, however. Today, it was caramel corn he was after, and, having swiped a large helping from one of the--foolishly--unlocked booths along the Midway, he'd hidden himself out of sight behind one of the tents to enjoy it.
"God, whoever invented this stuff should be up for sainthood, cause it tastes effing miraculous."
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