[ there are a lot of things that marina wishes she could have said before dying and leaving rondo. the week was strange, and by nature, marina isn't the type to commit to this sort of thing outright, not without testing the waters first. she can handle rejection lite, but she can't handle a full on rejection without feeling a too-deep sting. so she'd danced around it inside, a call and response that ends in curling up in the library with a book, reading sotto voce.
she smiles and reaches up to point at a very cute lion. yes. ]
That one, I think. He's got hair like you.
[ she knows it will be utterly useless to her... but maybe with a wish, maybe she wouldn't have to leave it behind. maybe she wouldn't have to leave anything behind. her heart jumps a little as he points out the very creepy clowns. she holds out paws for a baseball of her own, yes. ]
... I would love to knock the teeth out of that thing.
[ she grins. ]
Should we give it what for?
[ preening happily, she's radiating delight, a little undercurrent of uncertainty, but not because of rondo, it belays her outwardly displayed confidence. her evaluating nature - step by step, intricate, careful. she doesn't want to fall off the tightrope she's crafted for herself. ]
[ help, cute... the resemblance is there - it makes rondo's emotions go !!, and he laughs, a little sheepishly, reaching up to sproing at one of his curls. do you think so.... is the energy, but - hey, there are much lamer animals to be compared to. he'll take a lion.
with that, though, rondo deposits a baseball in her hands. his hand lingers, briefly, as he gets a read on those emotions - that little undercurrent that remains, he wants to comfort it, reassure it. she's going to do great. just doing something simple like this makes the last of his own bad feelings about this carnival start to melt away. ]
Yes! I think the rules said you get three throws.
[ so three throws to knock out some ugly looking clown teeth. ] Alright. Ready? On the count of three, let's throw.
[ he settles in front of one of the terrible, ugly clown tooth things and winds up with the ball. ]
One... two.... three!
[ looks at my nine. his first throw goes wide - aimed too far off to one side, and it doinks off the clown's head and into another stand, somewhere. there's a clatter as something falls over. ] ... Oops.
[ rondo, in truth, is more of a puppy, but her eyes caught the wild hair first, and she thinks about it, and his heart certainly has that sort of bravery to it. a man can be an amalgam, she decides this and settles in beside him, getting ready. marina lines herself up for a couple of shots, turning the ball in her hand as she tries to fell out the distance and the force. she is just trying to keep her immense focus vibes to herself, but they might radiate off her a lil bit. ]
Three throws... got it.
[ rondo counts them down and she weighs and throws her first ball. looks at my 20.......... somehow she just straight up hits a clown tooth (her rolls then proceed to decline...) she actually looks shocked and the emotion is giddy "i can't believe i hit it" just aaaaaaa. ]
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she smiles and reaches up to point at a very cute lion. yes. ]
That one, I think. He's got hair like you.
[ she knows it will be utterly useless to her... but maybe with a wish, maybe she wouldn't have to leave it behind. maybe she wouldn't have to leave anything behind. her heart jumps a little as he points out the very creepy clowns. she holds out paws for a baseball of her own, yes. ]
... I would love to knock the teeth out of that thing.
[ she grins. ]
Should we give it what for?
[ preening happily, she's radiating delight, a little undercurrent of uncertainty, but not because of rondo, it belays her outwardly displayed confidence. her evaluating nature - step by step, intricate, careful. she doesn't want to fall off the tightrope she's crafted for herself. ]
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with that, though, rondo deposits a baseball in her hands. his hand lingers, briefly, as he gets a read on those emotions - that little undercurrent that remains, he wants to comfort it, reassure it. she's going to do great. just doing something simple like this makes the last of his own bad feelings about this carnival start to melt away. ]
Yes! I think the rules said you get three throws.
[ so three throws to knock out some ugly looking clown teeth. ] Alright. Ready? On the count of three, let's throw.
[ he settles in front of one of the terrible, ugly clown tooth things and winds up with the ball. ]
One... two.... three!
[ looks at my nine. his first throw goes wide - aimed too far off to one side, and it doinks off the clown's head and into another stand, somewhere. there's a clatter as something falls over. ] ... Oops.
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Three throws... got it.
[ rondo counts them down and she weighs and throws her first ball. looks at my 20.......... somehow she just straight up hits a clown tooth (her rolls then proceed to decline...) she actually looks shocked and the emotion is giddy "i can't believe i hit it" just aaaaaaa. ]
Did you see that!?
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Marina! That was amazing, what a good throw! Definitely prize-worthy!!
[ SHE REALLY SAID FUCK THAT CLOWN that was so cool....! maybe she will be the one winning him a prize after all?! ]