Re: [At the Carnival]
[In the Carnival, Oliver didn't know which way was up. There was plenty to see between all of the booths and all of the performance artists beckoning onlookers to tent or colorfully lit stage of wood. The crowd was thicker than Oliver would have expected for a town as small as Repose, but during their walk to the Carnival grounds there'd been cars parked all throughout the grass, suggesting that outsiders came around at night for the uniqueness that the Carnival offered to otherwise mundane(on the surface) surroundings.
Oliver liked the lights, bright and blinking all around them. People were playing games at little booths, winning their prizes or losing their money. The air smelled like fall spice and sweet candy. There was a flock of people around them, bustling in the form of families and couples. Oliver stayed close to Jude, brothers with linked arms, but it was still impossible to walk through the Carnival without getting bumped or nudged one way and then the other.
The past didn't offer up a whole great lot of fond memories, but small time conning and pickpocketing alongside Jude was one of those things that was nostalgic youth. Acrylic-stained fingers tapped against one another like a form of distraction, something to quell the desire to do it again just once. Just the two of them, and the fond look that he gave his brother just then must have been very telling because it was big Oliver eyes and the most hopeful smile he'd had since they'd come to this small town.] I want a candy apple, Jude.
[Oliver figured that impish intentions were well conveyed before he broke free from his brother's arm and ventured forward a couple of paces, then a quick step to the left while his chin was tilted up and he seemed transfixed by a string of blinking pumpkin lights above. It put him directly in the path of a man who Oliver had seen, from those paces back, casually stick his fat wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. Collision came head-on, and Oliver wilted with apology and a spin, hands on the man's shoulders to steady him, placing the man's back, and the back of those jeans, and therefore the rest place of that wallet, directly in line of an oncoming Jude. If Jude was so inclined, that is. Oliver knew that his brother pretended to have rules about stealing in their own town, but this guy was probably a Carnival tourist anyway(Oliver, occasional shut-in that he was, had never seen the man, and therefore made a grandiose estimation). Oliver was all apologies, youthful enough to seem sincere with just about anything when he wasn't being a brat. He really had only a few settings, but sincere was a button that he still remembered how to push, although it was a little rusty because it really only got pushed when piracy called for it.
And then, with all apologies stated and everything right, Oliver set off in the direction of the big top. He knew that Jude would catch up, although he still wasn't sure if Jude had played along or not.
Taking a seat high in the stands of the big top, Oliver managed to catch the majority of Misha's act, and when Jude eventually settled in beside him, Oliver offered a brief nudge to brother's ribs while his eyes stayed on the devil in flames until he disappeared.]