[I. General - Sunday] After sleeping in unintentionally, John makes his way to the festival. His mom had a food booth here somewhere, since it was unlikely they would get many customers with the festivities. He was supposed to take a shift later this week, but his mom had insisted he enjoy the first few days. He hadn't put up much of an argument, John liked the festival. On his way in he makes sure to grab one of the fliers detailing the locations of most of the attractions, as well as, a list of some of the activities going on. This was going to be a good break after the week he had just had. He also snags a flower crown of blue and orange buds. He's finally starting to feel like himself again...at least a little. Not even the large timers over head can dull his mood and he makes a bee-line for the food area to grab a little early lunch.
[II. Opening Ceremony - Later Sunday John manages to snag some pretty great seats for the opening ceremony and is more than welcome to let one or two people he recognize join him if he spots them in the crowd. It had been a good day and even the rain had done little to dampen his spirits. He'd needed this and he hadn't even realized. He'd even managed to ignore the app, for the most part, and try to enjoy himself for once. Now his attention was firmly on the fireworks as he enjoyed some of the snacks and drinks he'd picked up along the way. Fireworks weren't quite the same when you could only see them in the daytime -- but he didn't mind it too much as the city tried to make them just as special. John watches them explode in the sky, mesmerized by the light show, smiling as people laugh around him and react to the show.
The laughter of a girl cuts through everything. He smiles sheepishly because he really can't blame her. After all, it isn't every day you see a tall, lanky blond in a dress. There is still mirth in her voice as she tells him he didn't have to do this (John can only assume he means wearing the dress. Why is he in a DRESS now?).
"Hey. An Arc never goes back on his word. Now do you want to stand there and laugh at me or do you want to dance?"
He offers his hand to her and she accepts, making him smile. He pulls her out onto the floor and is soon joined by two others -- a boy with black hair and a girl with orange hair. This isn't a slow dance like he thought it would be, more of a group dance team. He's not sure how they manage it, but they start dance in sync.
The sound of the music from the memory quickly turns into a ringing sound in his ears. He winces, holding a hand to his ear and knocking over his soda. His head is pounding and now the headache is so bad he's seeing things -- things nearby jumping and twisting in unnatural ways. John shuts his eyes, trying to make it stop and return to normal. The memory fades, as do the visions, and he's left feeling dizzy even while seated. His knuckles are white as he grips the table he'd seated himself at, "What...the hell."
[III. Week Prompts] On Monday, after recovering from the headache, Jaune can be found checking out the newly opened park after school. True, he won't have much time before he needs to get home for homework and make curfew. But he's doing everything he can to forget yesterday and a few rides and games sound like the way to go -- especially while it's still free.
Tuesday and Wednesday are reserved for working the booth set up for the Blue French Horn cafe. They can't serve everything, so they mainly deal in special flower shaped pastries sprinkled with sugar, sandwiches cut into flower shapes, and cups of gumbo served out of tulip-shaped bread bowls. They'd been prepping this for weeks and maybe they'd attract some new business this way, at least, that was his mom's theory. Unfortunately, due to the time consuming nature of making some of these goods -- once they are sold out they are sold out.
You might catch John around for other festival activities throughout the week and of course he's never adverse to being dragged into something either.
[ooc: If you want to do action instead of prose, I am game. Also if you have something to do with John and DON'T see it listed, let me know and we can do something more open.]
John Miles (Jaune Arc) | OTA
After sleeping in unintentionally, John makes his way to the festival. His mom had a food booth here somewhere, since it was unlikely they would get many customers with the festivities. He was supposed to take a shift later this week, but his mom had insisted he enjoy the first few days. He hadn't put up much of an argument, John liked the festival. On his way in he makes sure to grab one of the fliers detailing the locations of most of the attractions, as well as, a list of some of the activities going on. This was going to be a good break after the week he had just had. He also snags a flower crown of blue and orange buds. He's finally starting to feel like himself again...at least a little. Not even the large timers over head can dull his mood and he makes a bee-line for the food area to grab a little early lunch.
[II. Opening Ceremony - Later Sunday
John manages to snag some pretty great seats for the opening ceremony and is more than welcome to let one or two people he recognize join him if he spots them in the crowd. It had been a good day and even the rain had done little to dampen his spirits. He'd needed this and he hadn't even realized. He'd even managed to ignore the app, for the most part, and try to enjoy himself for once. Now his attention was firmly on the fireworks as he enjoyed some of the snacks and drinks he'd picked up along the way. Fireworks weren't quite the same when you could only see them in the daytime -- but he didn't mind it too much as the city tried to make them just as special.
John watches them explode in the sky, mesmerized by the light show, smiling as people laugh around him and react to the show.
The laughter of a girl cuts through everything. He smiles sheepishly because he really can't blame her. After all, it isn't every day you see a tall, lanky blond in a dress. There is still mirth in her voice as she tells him he didn't have to do this (John can only assume he means wearing the dress. Why is he in a DRESS now?).
"Hey. An Arc never goes back on his word. Now do you want to stand there and laugh at me or do you want to dance?"
He offers his hand to her and she accepts, making him smile. He pulls her out onto the floor and is soon joined by two others -- a boy with black hair and a girl with orange hair. This isn't a slow dance like he thought it would be, more of a group dance team. He's not sure how they manage it, but they start dance in sync.
The sound of the music from the memory quickly turns into a ringing sound in his ears. He winces, holding a hand to his ear and knocking over his soda. His head is pounding and now the headache is so bad he's seeing things -- things nearby jumping and twisting in unnatural ways. John shuts his eyes, trying to make it stop and return to normal. The memory fades, as do the visions, and he's left feeling dizzy even while seated. His knuckles are white as he grips the table he'd seated himself at, "What...the hell."
[III. Week Prompts]
On Monday, after recovering from the headache, Jaune can be found checking out the newly opened park after school. True, he won't have much time before he needs to get home for homework and make curfew. But he's doing everything he can to forget yesterday and a few rides and games sound like the way to go -- especially while it's still free.
Tuesday and Wednesday are reserved for working the booth set up for the Blue French Horn cafe. They can't serve everything, so they mainly deal in special flower shaped pastries sprinkled with sugar, sandwiches cut into flower shapes, and cups of gumbo served out of tulip-shaped bread bowls. They'd been prepping this for weeks and maybe they'd attract some new business this way, at least, that was his mom's theory. Unfortunately, due to the time consuming nature of making some of these goods -- once they are sold out they are sold out.
You might catch John around for other festival activities throughout the week and of course he's never adverse to being dragged into something either.
[ooc: If you want to do action instead of prose, I am game. Also if you have something to do with John and DON'T see it listed, let me know and we can do something more open.]