#ft. beatrice perez.

[tysonchapmans]

"I forgot about the swings. I love those. Someone's always crying their eyes out thinking they're going to get missile launched from them." That spoke to the evil little part of him that relished in the stress of others.

"I like that crazy cage one that uses gravity to throw you against the wall. Makes people's faces look all funny. There's usually some serious cases of Bambi legs after that too."

“Just one?! Impossible. Ferris wheel, tied with the swings, but bumper cars if you’re with friends. What’s your answer Mr. Only Pick One?”

[ashaisabelle]

Asha let out a deep sigh as she excited the crowd of moving bodies. The last few days had been a whirlwind and she was beginning to feel it. She needed a break. It was no longer an option, it was a requirement. Fanning herself with her hand a little, she drug her feet as she walked aimlessly, just trying to find some peace and quiet away from the rambunctious crowd. Before she knew it, she was near the harbor. She spotted someone sitting on the dock and decided to take her chances. Upon noticing that it was Bennie, she smiled a tired smile and moved to sit down beside her, feet tucked up under her butt. "Even I need a break sometimes," she laughed softly. "What are you doing all the way over here all alone?" she asked, gently bumping her shoulder against the others.

for: everyone !! where : oak castle harbor !! event: fairford summer bash !!

Bennie couldn’t believe that it had only been two summers back home, enjoying the festival. Something like this was a stark reminder that the world keeps turning without you noticing, sometimes. Being in the thick of it was fun and everything, but sometimes it all felt like more of a distraction, than an experience. Dangling her feet over the dock, the tips of her toes barely grazing the water as it ebbed and flowed in the harbor, the sound of approaching footsteps stirred her from her reverie. “Well, I didn’t expect to see you this far from the crowd,” she teased in jest, though silently happy for the company. 

[foxtamara]

Tamara had been enjoying her time perusing the festival. Especially when it came to seeing the different choices each food truck had to offer. With a bag of cotton candy in her hand, she wandered down towards the harbor. There was something calming about being close to the water and away from the main crowd of the festival. She spotted a familiar face and plopped down on the dock a few feet away. "I could say the same for you," Tamara teased right back. "I needed a nice, quiet place to enjoy my cotton candy. Want some?" She extended her arm to offer a few spare pieces of the pink colored fluff.

for: everyone !! where : oak castle harbor !! event: fairford summer bash !!

Bennie couldn’t believe that it had only been two summers back home, enjoying the festival. Something like this was a stark reminder that the world keeps turning without you noticing, sometimes. Being in the thick of it was fun and everything, but sometimes it all felt like more of a distraction, than an experience. Dangling her feet over the dock, the tips of her toes barely grazing the water as it ebbed and flowed in the harbor, the sound of approaching footsteps stirred her from her reverie. “Well, I didn’t expect to see you this far from the crowd,” she teased in jest, though silently happy for the company. 

[ashaisabelle]

Chuckling gently, Asha nodded her head. "Touché." Gazing out at the water, she hummed gently, wrapping her arms around herself. There was a stark different in temperature the closer you got to the water and the further away from all the hot lights and bodies. "I mean..." she looked over at a boat not far from them. "I'm sure the keys are inside," she grinned. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea but who was going to stop them? "I'm down if you are," she said easily.

With a swift turn of her head, Bennie gleamed up at the girl, leaning into her presence as she sat. Bennie chuckles at her answer and tilts her head from side to side, as if to silently say ‘fair enough.’ “Hey I could ask you the same thing. Plus I’m not alone. Now you’re here,” the girl answered, returning the nudge to her companion’s shoulder. “I’m just taking it all in over here. Thinking about stealing a boat,” she muses thoughtfully. 

[ashaisabelle]

As Bennie took her hand Asha helped her up and then the hunt began. Asha moved swiftly with the other woman, her eyes scanning carefully for any sign of a good catch. She was eying a blue and gray boat that looked promising when she felt Bennie squeeze her hand. She turned her attention to the white boat in question and a grinned slowly reappeared on her face. And when Bennie pointed out the keys, Asha let out a triumphant yelp before she clamped her freehand over her mouth to muffle it. "Perfect!"

Releasing Bennie's hand, Asha ran over to the steps and grabbed them before she carefully set them up beside the boat. She chanced it and moved up the steps and climbed into the boat. Asha took a look around, just making sure the owner wasn't asleep in the boat or anything before she looked to Bennie, "coast is still clear, c'mon up!" She walked over to the wheel and snatched the keys from the cupholder, quickly sliding the it into the ignition and firing it up.

Bennie’s heart felt as though it was beating so fast and hard on her chest, she worried for half a second that Asha could hear it. The most exhilarated giggle passed Bennie’s lips before she rises to clasp her hand around her companion’s, and trekked off to find her victim. Bennie’s spine felt electric with excitement as her eyes scanned the numerous tethers and cleats, looking for an easy target. 

After only searching for a few short minutes, she came upon a small, but not too small, glossy white boat with a loosely tied lasso around the dock. Bennie squeezes Asha’s hand to get her attention, and starts to pull over in that direction. The vessel is uncovered, its steps to enter the boat half heartedly discarded to the side of the dock, and like an angel shining light on her devilish intentions, a gaudy looking keychain sits unassumingly in the cupholder that took Bennie craning her neck to take an invasive look into the boat to spot. “Well look what we have here,” she says, pointing a finger at the keys.

[ashaisabelle]

Cheesing like a cheshire cat, Asha watched the shock ripple though Bennie's expression from her agreeance. Like her counterpart, Asha looked around again, checking the area for literally anybody who could try and stop them. They were far from any other life forms outside of the sea variety as far as she could tell. Sitting up a little straighter with Bennie, Asha was still grinning. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Bennie so tell her that she was joking but it never came. What did made Asha snort and she covered her mouth with her hand. "I might know how to drive a speed boat," she said with a confident puff of her chest.

Moving to stand up, Asha held her hand out to Bennie. "You coming?" she asked with a mischievous sparkling behind her eyes. "someone's got to keep their keys on the boat - it's just the sailor way." Thought of possibly getting caught and thrown into jail for the night did cross her mind but it wasn't a jarring enough possibility to stop her from attempting some crazy shit.

She hadn’t expected agreement to her absurd idea. Even if it was in jest, the thought sent a jolt of adrenaline running down her spine, and Bennie tries to keep the deviousness from her expression. Throwing a glance over her shoulder to the left, and to the right, confirming they were the only ones departed from the throng of people spilling out of the festival excitement that was a long walk away from the dock where they sat. Raising her eyebrow challengingly, Bennie sat up a little straighter, fully interested, but testing her boundaries if Asha turned out to be joking… She had to be joking, right?

Oak Castle Harbor was full of boats. (Duh.) Sailboats with the masts all tucked away, speedboats carefully covered and protected from the sun, and plenty of dinghy’s littered around the smaller slips on the edge of the dock. Those would probably be the ideal target, and how hard could it possibly be to drive a boat? “Any that strike your fancy?” she asks, beginning to flush a little at her efforts to conceal the electricity at the thought of breaking the rules in such a dramatic way.