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Main Stage If it's summer, it must be time for fairs and festivals! And what's a fest without live entertainment? Located in the center of the fun and merriment, is the Main Stage where you all can enjoy live entertainment, especially by the beloved local bands, eager to showcase their musical talents. |
Although Beijing listened for music for enjoyment, she still brought along a quill and parchment to write down which bands were her favorite. She got a front seat, up close and personal with the entertainment. Maybe she would even try and talk to some of the bands after. She was not planning on exploring too much else at the carnival, she mostly came to listen to some nice tunes, and relax. Any vacation for Beijing, would be a working one. She placed her bag beside her, incase someone she knew turned up and would need a seat when it got busy. And if not, Beijing would have two seats. One for her, and one for her glittery purse. |
The live music was the only part of the festival that made Matt Muggle record shops could wait for an hour or two while the young witch checked out some new music. She stayed in the back corner, of course, leaning against a tree and sprawling her legs out in front of her. Seats were for squares...and it was more likely she'd have to sit next to someone if she opted to sit down in one. The band that had been playing when the gangly kid first decided to chill out here had left the stage. The next wasn't her taste. Matt took a giant bouncy ball, the type you'd get in muggle vending machines for 25p, out of her messenger bag in hopes of having some kind of entertainment while she waited for something better. She tossed it half-heartedly in the air about seven times before she grew bored, drew her arm back, and tossed the bright orange sphere aimlessly into the crowd of people standing closer to the stage. |
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She was passing her eyes over the crowd, slightly bored, when suddenly she saw a bright orange bouncy ball soaring through the air. Her blue eyes flickered back to where the ball had come from - a scrawny little boy sitting against a tree - then they returned to the crowd to see that it had hit some girl in the head, and now she was fussing about how someone had thrown something at her and messed up her hair. Schuyler took one last, long, noisy sip of her soda before tossing it in the garbage can and picking up a nearby stick. La dee da. And, in one fluid motion, she threw the stick like a frisbee to make a direct hit right against the boy's arm. HAH. Serves him right, the little pipsqueak. |
SPOILER!!: Schuyler Mathilde was kept entertained by messed-up-hair girl's plight for about five seconds before she was left bored and with no bouncy ball. The inconsiderate tomboy still looked, though, as the girl tried to fix her overly elaborate hairstyle. Why did she need so many braids, anyway? This momentary distraction kept the eleven-year-old from noticing the stick being hurled in her general direction until it landed with a solid 'thwack' against her sparsely padded arm. The French girl immediately set her eyes on the girl who had thrown it and stood up, brushing the dirt off the back of her jeans as she did so. "Hey!" she replied at the similarly aggressive stranger after settling on pitching a smallish rock in retaliation. What? The poor girl was bored. To the point where rock-throwing happened. Violence could be the answer to all her problems, yes? Rules always do have exceptions. Matt kept her eyes trained for the girl's reaction. That's what always interested her the most; it was fun to test people. Sometimes she didn't even mean to. She'd just see an opportunity and take it before her brain had time to catch up with her eyes. It didn't make much sense, but probably had something to do with her almost complete lack of interpersonal skills. Matt had admirable self-discipline in most other areas of life. She moved closer until the girl could her her if she talked normally. "What was that all about?" |
Anne ran far ahead of her parents with a small smirk. The small three year old knew they would have a hard time keeping up with her mother pushing her new baby brother. She liked him alright... He was a little needy though, and got almost all of her Papa's attention... That wasn't okay, she was her daddy's little angel, not little Brendan... |
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"Anne Maria Mercada! You heard your father." Chelle looked up at her daughter with a sigh, then returned Robin's kiss on the cheek, "Just like you... Always causing trouble." She smiled up at her husband then did the same down to their baby boy asleep in the stroller, "And I'm sure he'll be just the same..." |
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Anne looked back at him and then turned again, still trying to find where the music was coming from... She wanted to dance... That was the only thing her and her Papa did together anymore it seemed. Any other time he was busy with her brother or sleeping... She just wanted a day to have fun and to spend with him... It seemed getting into trouble was her only way of getting him to even give her a glance. |
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Chelle walked up as their daughter started to whimper. She frowned, knowing Robin hadn't done anything too harsh, she was normally the one who got a little to angry, if she was to be honest... She just looked at the two of them, not wanting to interrupt, but not wanting to leave the two of them alone either. |
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Anne came running up with a small smile, putting her hands up for her father. |
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