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Post by Jude Chisholm on Aug 19, 2013 18:41:29 GMT -5
He couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous image of his hair flying all over the place, and at that moment felt a little self conscious that it looked terrible, and ran a hand through it, trying to fix it without actually seeing it. He eventually decided to give up on that though, and stared at the picture again for a second. It looked ridiculous, with his eyes open wide and the lopsided sort of grin type thing he was doing that he didn't mean to do in the first place. It was kind of like one side of his lips was turned to smile, and the rest of them didn't want to. His eyes had just realized that he was getting a picture taken or at least that was what it looked like, and combine all that with his hair being blown back, and all over the place and it was definitely a perfect picture to frame and put up for everyone that walked in his house to see. Was it work five dollars? Probably not.
"Wanna go throw M&M's a people now?" he was only joking when he said that, or was he. That really did sound like a good idea, "or we can get actual food...?" he had just realized that he did kind of want food, but if she objected to the idea then the wasn't going to eat in front of her, that was rude. "Or we could ride it again and make faces at the camera this time since we know where it is now," either or. Since he had so many great ideas today, starting with the scary fortune teller booth.
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Post by Heather Marie Barton on Aug 20, 2013 19:42:09 GMT -5
[sorry it took long to reply]
"Hey if you want I can take this home scan it on my computer and print you out a copy." The idea just came to her mind, if she had paid $5 for that copy she was going to get her money out of it. Heather frowned remembering she hadn't brought her phone with her that night. Or it was left in her car at least. How was she going to get in contact with him later? She stretched her arm to the back of her head, pulling at her hair. "Hah, you want my number?" She asked as the solution formed in her head. Subconsciously she glanced down at his jeans to check if there was any sort of buldge that resembled a phone. She assumed he at least brought his. She recited her number awaiting for him to punch or write it down. This night was turning out to be a blast with Jude, she sincerely hoped that he felt the same way. "You know, in case you want to go clown hunting with me later." She joked then moved her hand to her chin in a thinking motion.
She didn't actually have any M&Ms on her, and she doubted they sold any at the carnival. She would have to remind herself to bring some the next time she came. She subconsciously flinched slightly at the mention of food. Her stomach growled and she smiled in response. "Well, if you're sure you want to eat. I mean the food here can give you stomach cramps for days." She was only looking for an excuse to avoid eating. "Its your funeral though." She laughed and headed off towards where all the food stands were located. She honestly didn't mind when people ate in front of her, and she couldn't stand to see someone else starve just because she wouldn't eat.
She stopped at the treat booth and got a small snowcone for herself. It was basically just ice and syrup, so it wouldn't harm her figure. "What do you feel like?" She asked turning back to Jude, eyeing around the food stand. "Before we go on anymore rides, while the food settles we can maybe check out the haunted house?" She suggested raising her voice to a high pitched cutesy one. She really did love haunted houses, and you only ever got to see them around halloween. She was excited that the carnival decided to add that extra feature. She heard it was really scary, but wanted to judge for herself.
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Post by Jude Chisholm on Aug 21, 2013 18:03:25 GMT -5
[lol I take ten thousand years too it's all good]
"Oh really, that would be great," not that he really cared much. He could afford it, even though he knew it was ripoff. That was probably more of the point he assumed she was trying to make, rather then telling him not to buy it because he couldn't afford it, she was trying to keep him from paying for it when he knew it was a ripoff or at least that was what he assumed. He pulled his phone out and put her number in as she spoke, and looked up at her when he was done typing the numbers in. He put it back in his pocket and nodded. Oh yes clown hunting sounded fun.
"My brother likes to watch those murder shows, and they had to go and do this episode where the clown killed someone, and the guy kept calling it 'clown hunting' " he couldn't help but involuntarily shiver and the mention of clowns being dead in front of him. That would be worse then a live creepy clown. He imagined walking into a room and finding a dead clown hanging from the ceiling, and that was pretty scary. That was not an image that he needed to have in his head. "Yeah, they have some pretty weird foods here," he laughed. Fried Oreos. Everyone said they were great, but he never had the guts to try it, really sweet food and salty tasting stuff didn't go together, that was why he always cringed when his sisters would dip their fries in the milkshake.It just seemed so weird.
"I have yet to try most of it" he said. "I mean, I don't really care," he shrugged. "Oh yeah the haunted house seems like a blast, well as long as a clown doesn't jump out at me...one time I went to a haunted house with my little sister, and my parents convinced her to go stand by this stump thingy, but apparently it was a person and it jumped out of her, it was pretty funny actually, I say that now, but i'm a really jumpy person, so I'll probably scream like a girl, just warning you now," he said. He laughed as he said it, and then got himself a snow cone, going with the safe flavor or watermelon of course.
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Post by Heather Marie Barton on Aug 30, 2013 15:42:02 GMT -5
[Yay abandoned this xD Cuz IDK what to do from here. Skip maybe and now Heather x Jude are friends? ]
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