Continuation of the Bloodfest 2017 Boardwalk so that we could finish up Wander and Tsarzi's meeting
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Pulling away from the throng of the main strip lined with booths, Tsarzi finally got some space to breath. She didn't particularly enjoy such busy crowds, living along with here lusus as she did far away from a city. Personal space wasn't a luxury, it was a given.
Crunch crunch, some greenblood was chewing with their mouth open, spraying deep fried octopus crumbs everywhere. Someone dropped a drink and began wailing. A gaggle of lowbloods were guffawing nearby, their mouths creating disgusting black holes on their faces as they stretched to force the noise out. Redbloods paid to advertise local restaurants were shouting to the stars, screaming in shrill tones, hoping if they could make enough ears bleed someone would look at them. A purpleblood had taken the chance to climb up on a bench and begin berating the older orangeblood that had stepped on their foot, spittle flying from and ugly, flushed face, teeth and lips glitening from a sheen of saliva, snot starting to run as the highblood barely held back tears because it had actually hurt.
Noise noise noise noise.
She did not like this noise, it hurt her ears and disdain for the frivolity of the festival would not fade.
A empty feeling rested in her stomach like a rock as she separated herself further from the crowd. down the boardwalk, to the lines of benches spaced even =ly over the pier. Here she could take a breather, thankfully. The empty rock had settled into a steady, irritable buzz no that she was away from the crowd, but given a minute, that should settle. How troublesome.
Tsarzi turned her headphones on, listening to the faint sounds of music mix with the hubbub. She'd been taking a break from booths to try and locate a music store, as she hadn't seen any music themed booths herself. So, she thought she'd try her hand at finding a a regular store. Instead she'd gotten to deal with this wreck. She needed a few minutes to destress and then she'd go back in.
Tsarzi was wondering up and down the walk, observing the beach to the side, when something moved a bit too quickly for comfort in the corner of her eye, followed by a thump. Turning back around, she saw it was a brownblood that had been spit out by the crowd and landed by Tsarzi's feet as her pacing had taken her back close to the main throng of trolls again.
She was still for a moment, contemplating the orangeblood before her for a moment. Tsarzi felt at least a little better after a few minutes to cool off, so it seemed like she'd be find to assist the other kid.
"You going to be okay?" Tsarzi asked, bending down and offering a hand, observing the other's face for damage.
Crunch crunch, some greenblood was chewing with their mouth open, spraying deep fried octopus crumbs everywhere. Someone dropped a drink and began wailing. A gaggle of lowbloods were guffawing nearby, their mouths creating disgusting black holes on their faces as they stretched to force the noise out. Redbloods paid to advertise local restaurants were shouting to the stars, screaming in shrill tones, hoping if they could make enough ears bleed someone would look at them. A purpleblood had taken the chance to climb up on a bench and begin berating the older orangeblood that had stepped on their foot, spittle flying from and ugly, flushed face, teeth and lips glitening from a sheen of saliva, snot starting to run as the highblood barely held back tears because it had actually hurt.
Noise noise noise noise.
She did not like this noise, it hurt her ears and disdain for the frivolity of the festival would not fade.
A empty feeling rested in her stomach like a rock as she separated herself further from the crowd. down the boardwalk, to the lines of benches spaced even =ly over the pier. Here she could take a breather, thankfully. The empty rock had settled into a steady, irritable buzz no that she was away from the crowd, but given a minute, that should settle. How troublesome.
Tsarzi turned her headphones on, listening to the faint sounds of music mix with the hubbub. She'd been taking a break from booths to try and locate a music store, as she hadn't seen any music themed booths herself. So, she thought she'd try her hand at finding a a regular store. Instead she'd gotten to deal with this wreck. She needed a few minutes to destress and then she'd go back in.
Tsarzi was wondering up and down the walk, observing the beach to the side, when something moved a bit too quickly for comfort in the corner of her eye, followed by a thump. Turning back around, she saw it was a brownblood that had been spit out by the crowd and landed by Tsarzi's feet as her pacing had taken her back close to the main throng of trolls again.
She was still for a moment, contemplating the orangeblood before her for a moment. Tsarzi felt at least a little better after a few minutes to cool off, so it seemed like she'd be find to assist the other kid.
"You going to be okay?" Tsarzi asked, bending down and offering a hand, observing the other's face for damage.
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Everyone had been so excited for Bloodfest. It was the thing to go to, when rebels could. She had never been before. It sounded inimidating, with the competitions and the crowds and all. But so many rebels were going, so she had to try too. There would be the reassurance of familiar faces. And, of course, Abby was always there to climb on her shoulders if need be.
Gosh, though, it was a lot already. Wander had to duck and weave around other trolls at times. She rarely could walk while looking over her brochure. Cynril had a booth, she thought, so she had to track it down. But she couldn't remember the name...
After more frustrating times in the crowded areas, she tried to hang around the edges while pausing to check the pamphlet. As she checked the booth listings, someone shoved past her. Unused to wearing sandals, she lost her footing and fell. She scraped her knees on the way down.
"O-ow..."
That wasn't nice at all.
Wander worked on biting down her embarrassment before trying to get up.
However, she heard a voice up above. She looked in shock, and then swallowed behind a closed mouth. A blueblood was offering her a hand? Someone she didn't recognize, either. Highbloods in the swamp were usually okay, but she was unsure with someone she didn't know.
She couldn't be rude, though.
"Y-yeah, I think s-s-so." She took the hand.
Her lusus watched in curiosity.
Gosh, though, it was a lot already. Wander had to duck and weave around other trolls at times. She rarely could walk while looking over her brochure. Cynril had a booth, she thought, so she had to track it down. But she couldn't remember the name...
After more frustrating times in the crowded areas, she tried to hang around the edges while pausing to check the pamphlet. As she checked the booth listings, someone shoved past her. Unused to wearing sandals, she lost her footing and fell. She scraped her knees on the way down.
"O-ow..."
That wasn't nice at all.
Wander worked on biting down her embarrassment before trying to get up.
However, she heard a voice up above. She looked in shock, and then swallowed behind a closed mouth. A blueblood was offering her a hand? Someone she didn't recognize, either. Highbloods in the swamp were usually okay, but she was unsure with someone she didn't know.
She couldn't be rude, though.
"Y-yeah, I think s-s-so." She took the hand.
Her lusus watched in curiosity.
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Tsarzi pulled automatically when her hand was taken, helping hoist the other to their feet. The simple act of assisting someone helped settle her, steadying not just the orangeblood, but the blueblood as well. A reminder of her own place amongst the crowds and a presence of mind over her own actions was centering. Something useful, something purposeful. Something Tsarzi could do and focus on, if only long enough until she was able to seek out her prize.
The blueblood glanced over the rest of the orangeblood, now visible once they were standing. Maybe their clothes were a bit dirtier and their knees seemed to have taken the brunt of the fall, but it didn't seem like anything too bad.
"Good," Tsarzi affirmed with a small nod, withdrawing her hands and settling them in her pockets. The slight shake to the words was noted, but overall unimportant. "I'd recommend washing that off as soon as you can if it broke skin."
With that wisdom imparted, Tsarzi's work was done, but she didn't have anywhere to go yet, still not knowing where a music store would be located. Might as well afford the other a chance to respond until Tsarzi felt like diving back into the crowd.
The blueblood glanced over the rest of the orangeblood, now visible once they were standing. Maybe their clothes were a bit dirtier and their knees seemed to have taken the brunt of the fall, but it didn't seem like anything too bad.
"Good," Tsarzi affirmed with a small nod, withdrawing her hands and settling them in her pockets. The slight shake to the words was noted, but overall unimportant. "I'd recommend washing that off as soon as you can if it broke skin."
With that wisdom imparted, Tsarzi's work was done, but she didn't have anywhere to go yet, still not knowing where a music store would be located. Might as well afford the other a chance to respond until Tsarzi felt like diving back into the crowd.
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"A-ah," Wander was prepared for the pull, yet it was still a little bit of a surprise, in a way. She tried not to stumble as she regained her footing. Once she was up and stable, she started brushing off her swimsuit. It seemed silly, really, since there would be sand on it eventually anyway, but... Making eye contact was too intimidating. "Th-thank you."
The blueblood started talking about washing her knees. O-oh. Was she bleeding? Wander hadn't noticed before. Well, that was embarrassing! "I-I see. Y-yes....there are....w-washing st-st-stations, I think..." It wouldn't be any trouble. Right? Perhaps she needed a bandaid. Maybe some of her in-costume friends had one handy?
But Wander also wasn't sure if she should just walk off or not. Would that be awkward. "Um...a-are you g-g-going t-to the beach t-too?"
The blueblood started talking about washing her knees. O-oh. Was she bleeding? Wander hadn't noticed before. Well, that was embarrassing! "I-I see. Y-yes....there are....w-washing st-st-stations, I think..." It wouldn't be any trouble. Right? Perhaps she needed a bandaid. Maybe some of her in-costume friends had one handy?
But Wander also wasn't sure if she should just walk off or not. Would that be awkward. "Um...a-are you g-g-going t-to the beach t-too?"
