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 Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 4:55 pm
Tykier smiled at the old gentleman, "May I please have my face painted like a wolf..?"
The man grinning, took his paintbrush out of the water cup, dried it, placed it in the silver paint, and started to paint the 'fur' on his cheek...
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 9:27 am
Ford sat still, eyes wide, as almost his entire face was painted a bright green that nearly matched his wings. The paint was cold going on, but quickly warmed to the temperature of his face. When the woman was done painting, she held up a mirror so Ford could examine her handiwork. "Look, Dad!" he said, nearly grabbing the mirror in his excitement. "Thanks!" he told the woman before standing up and moving off to the side. He continued watching Tykier get painted, admiring the silver paint and the way the man made the fur look so real. Cool!
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 9:01 pm
The man finished quickly, smiling at Tykier, "There you go, Sonny..!"
"Thanks!" Tykier got up, and looked in the mirror to see a fierce wolf looking back at him, "That's cool!" He smiled, and laughed, then looked back at Frog Boy, "You look awesome, too!!!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:22 am
"Thank you," Ford said, still smiling. "You too."
Now what to do? The Sloth spawn looked around the fair for a few seconds before his gaze landed on a stuffed fish at least half as tall as he was. Ford supposed he could try to win that? He didn't feel particularly strongly about taking the thing home, but he also wasn't entirely sure that shooting a watergun into a plastic clown's mouth in an attempt to win it wouldn't turn out to be a lot of fun.
"Wanna go get some prizes?" he asked the older boy, stifling the yawn that followed with his hand. The sun was deliciously bright and high in the sky, and Ford was sorely tempted just to lie down on a bench and spend the rest of the day napping under its rays.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 4:27 pm
Ty smiled at Ford's stifled yawn, "Okay..." He went over to the games with him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:04 am
The carnival barker was a smiling young blond kid only slightly older than Tykier.
"Step right up!" he shouted as the two spawn ventured near the booth.
Ford picked a red watergun out of the bunch and sat down in front of it, surprisingly without looking to his father for guidance even once.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 6:27 pm
Tykier watched Ford as he picked up the toy gun. Then he picked up a blue one.
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Smerdle rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:18 am
The barker rang the bell to begin and Ford aimed his water gun at his clown's mouth, holding the trigger and trying to get as much water to hit its target as possible.
(( Ignore this roll because I dun like that you can edit posts after die rolls in here :<
1 or 4 Tykier wins
2 or 5 Ford wins
3 or 6 some other kid playing wins ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 4:51 pm
Tykier watched as the clown's balloon blew up with water. He, then, pointed his gun at his target, fired the water, and held the trigger down.
After a minute, the balloon popped.
(I rolled for myself in my clan's forums... I got a 4...)
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