cotton candy craving . jenners

[rocco vencent de luca]

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There was something that was supposed to die in you when you killed someone but Rocco had killed numerous someones and never once had he felt whatever it was die. Sighing, Rocco pondered his sanity as he smiled and greeted his neighbors as he passed. Despite being an insane murderer, or whatever he was, Rocco tried to appear friendly to prevent from raising suspicions. But it was all fake, fake smiles, fake niceness; a fake life. Musing a hand through his hair, Rocco climbed into his car, a 1968 camaro, and headed to the carnival. Once he arrived and paid to enter, he headed straight for his favorite part of these gatherings, the cotton candy stand, which was apparently everyone else's favorite spot too seeing as the line was nearly twenty people long. Sighing grumpily, Rocco stepped into line and folded his arms across his chest. It took a minute and a half, which felt like ten to Rocco as he baked in the sun, for the man to get aggravated and pull the cigarette from behind his ear and light up, silently hoping the smoke would aggravate someone's lungs and make them move.

[eleanor marie ambrose]

[/style][style=width: 350px; height: 12px; background-color: #73436e; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center;]IT'S GETTING HEAVY AND I WANNA RUN ,

ma, leave it.. please? look, i just want to go out. i'll eat when i'm out eleanor had been stuck arguing with her mother for the last half a hour, and had decided going out was going to be the best option if she wanted to get her mind off of things. i promise, i'll be home by nine, just stop worrying! i'm not a kid any more. grabbing her tote, she slung it over her shoulder, and tugging her bedroom door to slam closed, closing away the mess that her mother was complaining about. but it wasn't just that, elle hadn't really had anything proper to eat in about three days, other than a couple of snacks, she'd left herself pretty much starving, and her mother had definitely noticed it, much to her chagrin. elle had made so many promises since her mother had discovered her possible eating disorder months before, she told her she'd eat, and yeah, occasionally she would. but she was more concerned with losing the weight that seemed to cling to her, refusing to budge. some of her friends were suggesting she was growing dangerously thin, she liked to believe she was getting healthier. fixing the bandanna around her shoulder length blonde hair, she started her way down to the car. she was wearing a simple pair of denim shorts, and a loose shirt over a black crocheted bikini top, her midriff was slightly on show, but considering the weight she had lost lately, she at least felt confident enough to show off that little flash of tanned skin.

the carnival was in full swing by the time she'd pulled up in the parking lot that led onto the large open park that was now filled with an arrangement of rides, side shows, and stalls. kids were running around while parents chased after them, trying to get them all inside the venue and keeping them as close as they could without losing them. it didn't seem to be working for them though. elle managed to step around a few kids, dodging some others running towards their cars and towards the gates. after paying for her ticket she wandered inside, her hands wrapping around the strap of her bag, she glanced around looking for something, anything to do. finally, deciding the best thing to start off her day was a sugary treat, she lined up behind a taller, older man who was just drawing a cigarette from his pocket. her nose crinkled in disgust, and she glanced around him. you've got to be kidding me. she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she drew her phone from her pocket, glancing around sheepishly as she waited, looking for anyone she might have recognized.

[rocco vencent de luca]

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As Rocco lit up, he took a deep breath of the toxin and exhaled, purposefully blowing his smoke forward towards the people in front of him. A couple people shifted and glanced back annoyed but everyone seemed equally stubborn about getting their cotton candy and no one moved. The only protest seemed to come from behind him and he glanced over his shoulder at the tiny blond thing that was standing there. ”Nope. Not kidding.” He said plainly, taking another puff. As tempting as it was to blow the toxic smoke right into someone’s face, Rocco didn’t have the heart and merely blew his cloud upwards.

He was baking in this sun. His already tanned skin was sizzling and he looked up towards the sun for a moment before sighing. ”They should put this damn thing in the shade.” He said to no one in particular, hoping someone might make this burden a little easier to bear. ”Or put umbrella or misters up or something.” He mused a hand through his hair and sighed. ”Too damn hot.” He said, glancing around to see if anyone would be conversing with him. Seeing as the people in front of him were ignoring him very hard with their son peaking between their legs, the blonde behind him got his attention. ”Like cotton candy?” He asked, looking at her.

[eleanor marie ambrose]

[/style][style=width: 350px; height: 12px; background-color: #73436e; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center;]IT'S GETTING HEAVY AND I WANNA RUN ,

she had hardly expected anyone to reply to her question, seeing as she hadn't really wanted anyone to speak up to her. but there it came from the man that stood in front of her, tall, with smoke billowing from between his lips, the glowing tip of the cigarette catching her gaze for a moment, before she looked back down at her hands, fumbling in her bag for her phone to get her eyes away from this tall, dark, stranger that stood before her. although, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she listened to him continue on, her head nodding a moment as she agreed with what he was saying. i dont know why they put these things in direct sunlight, especially when they should know this is going to obviously be one of the most popular little booths of the whole thing. kids like sugar. whoever is running this is a bloody idiot. she folded her arms over her chest, ending her little rant. she watched down at her phone as she sent off a quick text to her sister, eager to see if she was around, or if she was willing to meet up with her on this particular afternoon. really though, she was trying to keep herself busy, and her eyes off of the tall man in front of her that seemed attractive, at least. his arms were lined with tattoos, and his hair was a slight mess on top of his head. nothing like the usual kind of guy she went for.. nothing at all like them. but he seemed interesting, for the moment. i love cotton candy. she replied simply, glancing by him to the long line that really didn't seem to want to move all that far. is someone actually serving? or are we all standing in this ridiculous line for nothing? she glanced at the person behind her, and back to the man in front before she stepped out of the line, wandering down a little to see what was holding them up. whoever was running the stall was busy chatting to a small group, they seemed far to distracted to care about who was lining up behind them. as she made her way back to her spot, she'd found that the person behind her had neglected to hold her place and had instead pushed their way into her spot. asshole. she mumbled, glancing at the man again before she started away from the long line, letting a heaved breath pass through her lips. waste of time anyway.