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NPCs:
Mr. Chuck Wallace - Owner/All-Around Slave Driver

Employees:
Parker Damnhait - The Skeleton
Kathryn Callaghan - The Grim Reaper

All employees who sit in the dunk tank must do so in costume. Costumes cannot be repeated. Claiming a costume is done on a first come, first serve basis. When not in the dunk tank, employees must change into a large pumpkin costume -- complete with hat. It is a very unattractive pumpkin costume (as if that needed to be explicitly stated).


If your student is interested in working this booth, please shoot me a PM with their name, costume, and why they are serving some time in the dunk tank.

Parker had not planned on attending the DC Halloween Carnival, let alone working a booth, let alone the dunking booth -- but here he was, doing just that. And dressed as a skeleton, no less. The costume was a lesser of many evils. The owner, Chuck Wallace, had tried to convince him to dress up in the pink ballerina costume because "teenage boys eat that s**t up." It took a little convincing, but Parker was able to manipulate his way out of that situation and into a much simpler one involving a black sweatsuit covered in white, glow-in-the-dark bones with a matching skull beanie cap.

And so Skeleparker was born.

He arrived to the carnival before the sun went down and endured a gruff orientation seminar with Chuck. Several of the other employees were just that -- employees, also known as the people who get paid. Parker was in a lesser group of workers who were volunteering. It hadn't been his idea, but after being kicked out of high school in his final semester, Parker found himself jobless and degreeless. He'd spent the better part of his return to DC begging GeekSquad for his job back, but there were no openings. Nothing could be done unless he moved. Now that he knew Dani was alive and well, there was no way he was going to go more than thirty minutes out of her orbit.

Hillworth had been a last resort in the first place, and the school wasn't big on third chances. Faced with no other option, Parker opted to enroll in an online school (now that he was old enough to be his own legal guardian), and was slowly working his way toward a high school diploma. Unfortunately, online school had a community service requirement.

So here he was.

Adjusting the skull cap over his shaggy black hair, Parker clamored up into the dunk tank. He lifted his black Converses high above the water and wrinkled his nose. Parker had tested the temperature with his hand earlier, and he was less than excited about the prospect of being submerged in it. After a moment's hesitation, he forced himself to lower his legs into the water. The icy chill raced up his spine, and he suppressed a shiver.

Eying the milling crowd, Parker let out a sigh, pulled his cap low over his eyes, and then made a half-hearted attempt at a heckle: "Hey. Hey, you. You look like a failure. Yeah. I'm talking to you." He pointed at no one in particular.

Well, this was going to be fun.

Lily shrugged knowing she hadn't actually made any reall effort to hit the target. She did not want to, but really there was no harm in helping the carnival by playing the game.

She smiled and waved at the boy. "Well, have fun. I hope you don't get to wet. See you around."

With that she turned and headed off in search of something else to do and hopefully to find a friend or two. She was excited, for this night her parents were being lenient and allowing her the freedom of going alone and she was going to enjoy it!

Senri had just been walking past, when a booth caught his attention. He backed up, giving a wave to the unfortunate male sitting atop the dunking booth. He was dressed in a skeleton costume, Senri saw. Well, personally, Senri would have dressed in something tad (or a great deal) better. And judging from the reluctant expression, Senri ventured a guess that this wasn't happy volunteerment.

"I don't suppose you're getting paid for your trouble?" He inquired, with a cheerful smile. Judging from the look on Senri's face, he most likely already knew the answer to that question. "If not, let me make it worth your time." No, Senri did have a kind enough soul to spare the other male from such humilation. If someone allowed themselves an opportunity to be made a fool of, Senri wasn't one to turn that offer down.

"Three balls please." He handed a sufficient amount of money over to the owner of the booth. The owner handed him three balls to throw, Senri tossing them up into the air and then catching it in one swift move.

And he gave it a toss, since it certainly wouldn't hurt (for him) at least.

He missed.

His first ball and he missed. It bounced off the back wall and rolled in the ground all the wall back to the front of the booth, mocking him. The pressure was on. He'd just failed to knock the guy down. The one who called him and said he looked like a girl, which he certainly did not. Now, he'd failed to knock the guy down, in front of Audrey.

Grabbing the second ball, Elzo lobbed it at the target...and it hit? YES! Victory! The third ball was slammed into the dirt and he made a whoop whoop noise and kissed his beloved. <******** YEAH. See that? I'm ******** awesome! I didn't even need all my balls! WHOOOOO!" He was so proud of himself he almost forgot to get his ticket punched.

In Elzo's cheering he failed to realize why the voice had seemed familiar, or why it might glare daggers at him. If he ever found out it was Parker he dunked, Elzo might apologize. Might being the key phrase.

It was Parker after all.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF"

Elzo was torn between rage, laughing, and saying he was sorry. But he wasn't super sorry. "You ********! I KNEW that voice from somewhere!" He almost picked up the third ball to try and hit Parker, mesh blocking him or not. Almost. Still, Parker was now soaking wet and Elzo had his manly pride intact.
"I've got no comment about the balls Parker. I'm not the skeleton from the closet. Maybe I'll call Dani. Let her have a bit of fun?" His phone flipped out, and a click of a camera could be heard.

"If anything I'm sure the cold water helps when you think about her." He laughed at Parker's expense.

He really wasn't sorry at all.

-Her balls all missed, like WAY missed. Not even close to the bullseye. Aurora didn't just throw like a girl, she threw like a kindergarten girl.

With a shrug she stepped back to let the next person play, ready to shoot the dunkee a nasty glance if he decided to comment on the whole situation as she left.

That was fun nonetheless. Maybe she'd be able to hunt out a manly friend or two later on to come back and give it a go for her.-

Istas was walking past the booth, luckily sometime after Parker had cursed. Dressed in her bunny outfit her head tilted, watching him and the tank curiously. She took her time reading the rules standing out of the way for a moment before deciding she wanted to try.

She looked at the money her mother had gave her for games. She had enough for three throws! Istas walked up to the booth holding the money out for the man, "I'd like to try!" She said softly as she took the three balls.

She might've been small and short but she wanted to try! Even if she missed she'd have a good excuse, she was after all only 9.