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<blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 2279576" data-attributes="member: 63"><p><em>October 29, 2005</em></p><p><em>10:07 am</em></p><p></p><p>The Texas RenFest is like any other Renaissance Festival, so it was inevitable that Scarpedin would hate it. He left behind this life, adapted to a world with televisions and cel phones and credit cards and denim. Seeing so many normal modern people mingling with knights in armor, wenches in bodices, and peasants in too-clean clothes confuses him.</p><p></p><p>He might have been able to handle it, though, if he hadn't seen the Elf.</p><p></p><p>"No f*cking way," he says.</p><p></p><p>The rest of the group looks at him in curiosity. The bus driver had grouped together Terry, John, Robert, Belladonna, and Scarpedin, and taken down Scarpedin and Bella's cel numbers so they could know when the bus was fixed. They've just gotten into the festival and are absorbing the sights when Scarpedin curses. The other four in the group follow his gaze to a costumed woman, dressed in crimson velvet and black leather. Her hair is white, probably a wig, her skin is midnight black, <em>probably</em> just face paint, and her ears are pointed, almost certainly fake. She's walking past them, oblivious to their staring.</p><p></p><p>Boldly, Scarpedin strides over to the Elf, approaching her from behind. With a shout he reaches out with both hands and grabs the woman by her ears, yanking the tips. They pull free, and the woman cries out in shock, spinning to see who attacked her. Scarpedin is moving too fast, though, and she doesn't have a chance to look up; she just falls onto his chest, wrapping her arms around him to keep her balance.</p><p></p><p>Scarpedin frowns for a second, looking at the latex eartip he has in each hand. Then he realizes he's being held and he looks down. The short costumed woman is looking up at him, a smirk on her face. Her green eyes flash in the sunlight, and as she pulls away Scarpedin checks her out. She's actually cute, almost hot, despite the black skin.</p><p></p><p>"Hello to you too," the woman says. She smiles and holds out a hand expectantly.</p><p></p><p>He hands back the ears. "Sorry, I thought you were an Elf."</p><p></p><p>She takes her ears back and tucks them into a pouch. "Don't take things you see here too seriously. But that was quite a way to get a girl's attention. I guess I'll let you buy me a drink."</p><p></p><p>Belladonna comes over. "What's going on . . . you said your name is Scarpedin?"</p><p></p><p>"Yeah." Scarpedin nods. He tries to play off his odd behavior. "What? It's nothing. I'm just having some fun."</p><p></p><p>"Hello miss," Donna-belle says with a N'awlins drawl to the dark Elf. "I hope this man isn't causing you too much of a problem."</p><p></p><p>The dark Elf leans close to Scarpedin and wraps her arm around his. "You think I'd dress like this if I didn't want attention? Hi, I'm Serena."</p><p></p><p>A chorus of names come from the rest of the group.</p><p></p><p>"Belladonna. A pleasure."</p><p></p><p>"John."</p><p></p><p>"Terry, hi."</p><p></p><p>"I'm Robert." Robert smiles politely, his normalcy a little out of place at the RenFest. "Hey, this is a big place, and we know we'll be here in a while. Why don't we go our own ways and then meet up some place? Sound good?"</p><p></p><p>"Okay," John says. He's smoking again, the third cigarette since they first met him.</p><p></p><p>Terry says, "The bus driver told us to stay together."</p><p></p><p>Robert waves off the concern. "We're all adults here. Let's just pick some place to meet up."</p><p></p><p>They consult a festival map and ask for suggestions, and Serena tells them the Ded Bob Show is pretty good, so they decide to meet there at noon.</p><p></p><p>John and Bella have formed a bit of a rapport since she's the only one who doesn't seem to mind him smoking, so they head off toward the largest collection of shops. Serena, quite pleased with her catch, drags Scarpedin off to buy her things. Terry and Robert are the last two left, and Terry opens his mouth to start a conversation with his RenFest companion. Robert cuts him off.</p><p></p><p>"I'd like to be by myself," Robert says, "if you don't mind. No offense, you know, but I wasn't really looking for someone to hang out with."</p><p></p><p>"I don't really want to go alone," Terry says.</p><p></p><p>Terry's voice is nervous -- a fearful nervous that seems out of place -- which Robert notes with interest. He follows a quick glance of Terry's eyes, and sees two people from the bus watching them. One is the short and stocky black man who was listening to the loud music on the iPod when the wreck occured, and the other is a tall blonde man. Earlier at the wreck, Robert noticed the two men exchanging a lot of meaningful glances from across the crowd, but they had not sat together on the bus.</p><p></p><p>"Well, then hey," Robert says, pretending not to have noticed the men. "Why don't you go catch up with 'Scarpedin'?" Robert laughs at the bizarre name.</p><p></p><p>Terry doesn't seem to want to, but Robert leaves anyway, looking for a dark, private place. When he glances back he sees the two men following Terry in the other direction, as Robert expected.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RangerWickett, post: 2279576, member: 63"] [i]October 29, 2005 10:07 am[/i] The Texas RenFest is like any other Renaissance Festival, so it was inevitable that Scarpedin would hate it. He left behind this life, adapted to a world with televisions and cel phones and credit cards and denim. Seeing so many normal modern people mingling with knights in armor, wenches in bodices, and peasants in too-clean clothes confuses him. He might have been able to handle it, though, if he hadn't seen the Elf. "No f*cking way," he says. The rest of the group looks at him in curiosity. The bus driver had grouped together Terry, John, Robert, Belladonna, and Scarpedin, and taken down Scarpedin and Bella's cel numbers so they could know when the bus was fixed. They've just gotten into the festival and are absorbing the sights when Scarpedin curses. The other four in the group follow his gaze to a costumed woman, dressed in crimson velvet and black leather. Her hair is white, probably a wig, her skin is midnight black, [i]probably[/i] just face paint, and her ears are pointed, almost certainly fake. She's walking past them, oblivious to their staring. Boldly, Scarpedin strides over to the Elf, approaching her from behind. With a shout he reaches out with both hands and grabs the woman by her ears, yanking the tips. They pull free, and the woman cries out in shock, spinning to see who attacked her. Scarpedin is moving too fast, though, and she doesn't have a chance to look up; she just falls onto his chest, wrapping her arms around him to keep her balance. Scarpedin frowns for a second, looking at the latex eartip he has in each hand. Then he realizes he's being held and he looks down. The short costumed woman is looking up at him, a smirk on her face. Her green eyes flash in the sunlight, and as she pulls away Scarpedin checks her out. She's actually cute, almost hot, despite the black skin. "Hello to you too," the woman says. She smiles and holds out a hand expectantly. He hands back the ears. "Sorry, I thought you were an Elf." She takes her ears back and tucks them into a pouch. "Don't take things you see here too seriously. But that was quite a way to get a girl's attention. I guess I'll let you buy me a drink." Belladonna comes over. "What's going on . . . you said your name is Scarpedin?" "Yeah." Scarpedin nods. He tries to play off his odd behavior. "What? It's nothing. I'm just having some fun." "Hello miss," Donna-belle says with a N'awlins drawl to the dark Elf. "I hope this man isn't causing you too much of a problem." The dark Elf leans close to Scarpedin and wraps her arm around his. "You think I'd dress like this if I didn't want attention? Hi, I'm Serena." A chorus of names come from the rest of the group. "Belladonna. A pleasure." "John." "Terry, hi." "I'm Robert." Robert smiles politely, his normalcy a little out of place at the RenFest. "Hey, this is a big place, and we know we'll be here in a while. Why don't we go our own ways and then meet up some place? Sound good?" "Okay," John says. He's smoking again, the third cigarette since they first met him. Terry says, "The bus driver told us to stay together." Robert waves off the concern. "We're all adults here. Let's just pick some place to meet up." They consult a festival map and ask for suggestions, and Serena tells them the Ded Bob Show is pretty good, so they decide to meet there at noon. John and Bella have formed a bit of a rapport since she's the only one who doesn't seem to mind him smoking, so they head off toward the largest collection of shops. Serena, quite pleased with her catch, drags Scarpedin off to buy her things. Terry and Robert are the last two left, and Terry opens his mouth to start a conversation with his RenFest companion. Robert cuts him off. "I'd like to be by myself," Robert says, "if you don't mind. No offense, you know, but I wasn't really looking for someone to hang out with." "I don't really want to go alone," Terry says. Terry's voice is nervous -- a fearful nervous that seems out of place -- which Robert notes with interest. He follows a quick glance of Terry's eyes, and sees two people from the bus watching them. One is the short and stocky black man who was listening to the loud music on the iPod when the wreck occured, and the other is a tall blonde man. Earlier at the wreck, Robert noticed the two men exchanging a lot of meaningful glances from across the crowd, but they had not sat together on the bus. "Well, then hey," Robert says, pretending not to have noticed the men. "Why don't you go catch up with 'Scarpedin'?" Robert laughs at the bizarre name. Terry doesn't seem to want to, but Robert leaves anyway, looking for a dark, private place. When he glances back he sees the two men following Terry in the other direction, as Robert expected. [/QUOTE]
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