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L o c a t i o n // In The Thick Of It
T h o u g h t s // A cesspool of BO and a stall to fry every food imaginable. ********.
It was as festive as it was oppressive, the image of frolicking and good fun pinned and surrounded by men with tightlaced boots and even tighter lined frowns. Masks and bright colors boxed in by shades of gray and soft but present promises of punishment should anyone step out of line. And yet, despite every attempt to keep order and safety at the widely celebrated event the air felt charged with a kind of tension and excitement that was a bit above the normal thrum of energy. It felt almost as if the city was holding it's breath, afraid that even the slightest bit of disrruption could be the spark that sent the world aflame into chaos. The suspense was thick above the bustle of people in the open courtyard lined with stalls and booths, heavy with the expectations of something grand to come. Something spectacular.
"I swear... if ONE more person decides it's fun to walk straight into me like I don't exist, I am going to take this damn churro and shove it through their nose to check if there is a brain in that near-empty fat-covered fish bowl they call a skull."
"B-But Mama! JaqJaq would like to eat the Churro! It won't be yummy anymore if you do that!"
... And with a collective heaving sigh, the city let out all it's disappointment out. After all, the arrival of a mother and child was hardly anything to be excited over. Genesis was full of them. How unique or steadfast to the ever changing world could this pair possibly be?
Oh. If only the world knew what fate and destiny (those sick twisted bitches) had in store.
With another near-teary eyed plead for the salvation of the sugary confection, China Marigold Huedale crumbled underneath the pleads of her son and retired her chosen weapon of assault, The Almighty Churro, to the young boy at her side. A cry of triumph and glee tore from his lips as he raised the sweet pastry to his mouth and took a large bite, puffing his cheeks to compensate for his enthusiasm before once again making his way through the crowd; his mother in tow. Looking even more irritated for having been relieved of her doughy probe stick of righteous punishment; the young woman grumbled under her breath and turned instead to a muted yet sustained glare of promised pain towards all larger bodied individuals who strayed close enough for her to see the wrinkles in their clothes. Once again CURSING her lack of sanity the moment she agreed to brave the crowds and generally idiocy that came with large groupings of human beings for her small son, the young woman satisfied her itch to clear right out of there and retreat back to her safe and secure solitude deep in the underbelly with a string of increasingly violent and torturous thoughts involving all the masked and goofy individuals around her. Hit at full speed by a pink spotted llama, torn from the inside by a mutated pinto bean, crushed by a sudden increase of gravity exactly where they stood. As each thought progressively less realistic the harsh lines of her frown softened and her stiff shoulders began to relax.
After all, nothing quite took the edge off off a hermit being forced to brave large crowds than Happy Thoughts of mutilation and destruction via situations highly against the odds.
">A< M-Mama! Can JaqJaq go into the petting zoo! Please!"
Slowly, honey almond eyes turned to the caged pen at her side chalk full with small creatures with enough fluff on their forms to successfully feed a pillowing company for months on end. Rounded off with large baby eyes and generally miniature cuteness; the small woman was all but ready to tell her son a very firm and serious no. Unfortunately, she looked at Jaq before she spoke her chosen answer only to be met with a face pure and open with all hopes and dreams plain upon his young features for the whole world to see. She paused as he glimmered in willful wants towards her, and gently clenching her jaw she gave the boy a slow nod.
A whoop of excitement and a hasty tug through the gate later found the small woman sitting on a haystack with a baby goat on her lap and various small chicks nesting around her; her all to excited ward near selfcombusting in the corner of the pen. Smacking the nose of the billy goat away as it tried AGAIN to chew a piece of her simple outfit, the young woman took a deep breath and returned to her previous form of tension release as she reminded herself that this was all for her son. All for her cute bundle of blue joy. Breath in. Breath out. Visualize.
Goat meat stew boiled down to be tender and soft with several small roasted chickens stuffed with herbs and rubbed down with butter for a golden crisp.
Ah... Yes. That thought would do just fine~
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