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Amelia Stacojiu ([personal profile] adorapire) wrote in [community profile] raisetheearth2015-11-18 09:21 pm

A Date by Any Other Name...

Who: Amelia and Celine
What: Carnival Date!
Where: A carnival in Germany
When: October 19
Status: Closed

Where Celene's home is was of course well known to Amy by now, Emi had told her since not only did she trust her doppelganger/sister, she guessed she might be interested in Celine.


She was right, of course. And at the agreed time, Celine might hear a gentle knocking at her apartment door... Amy was dressed quite smartly for a visit to the carnival, she wanted to impress.
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[personal profile] sakuya_izayoi 2015-11-26 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright. I'll warn you though I'm quite good..." A pause. "Provided the game isn't rigged, of course."

Kind of hoping for the impossible aren't you Celine?

After getting some direction she led the pair over to the booth, scanning the various prizes, sizing up the fake guns, examining the targets... Not exactly rigged but no doubt the targets were a great deal smaller than their silly hair would suggest.

"Would you like to give it a shot?" The pun was not intentional.
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[personal profile] sakuya_izayoi 2015-11-26 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
She gets a prize anyway, something rather small and pointless. There were larger prizes for landing more than three shots but that involved paying for and hitting quite a few targets.

Celine was up next, paying for two turns and moving up next to Amy. She crouched down a bit, wrapping both arms around the gun, bracing it down against her elbow. It wasn't really against the rules but it was certainly unusual.

She adjusted herself a little, looking around down at her arm and then over the top of the gun again. She took aim... missed once, and hit he remaining five shots. The gun didn't actually shoot perfectly straight, hence the somewhat dramatic display, but she had figured it out.

Obviously missing a shot meant she wasn't going to get the best prize for a six shot attempt but she was still able to pick out a little stuffed cat, picking the grey one out of many nauseatingly colorful ones, and offering it to Amy.

"Sorry, I'd probably do better if I was throwing something."