Bracelets for the soul

    "Will do~" he mused, taking the bills in the hand that held the mallet and handing it over to the nice gentleman. "Here you go!" The crabby boyfriend turned around with a crooked eyebrow as Alti turned back to his soulmate, the man feeling the other's confused gaze upon him while he held his monster plushie out to the scientist. "Could you hold this for me for a sec?" he asked before pressing it to the other man's chest before an answer could even be given. The boyfriend gave a scoff at the skimpily dressed "tough guy" with the matching red mallet in his hand, his girlfriend stifling a small chuckle as she playfully hit him in an effort to get him to cease his mocking gaze. Alti paid them no mind for now and got into position. Hit it, hit it hard, but not too hard...... he repeated the phrase over and over, giggling to himself as he giddily lifted the hammer above his head.

    "Pfft, good luck!" sneered the weak one, his arms crossed. "The thing's totally broken! A total sca-"
 
    The mallet whooshed down at its target, the metal bar shooting up and striking the bell at the very top with a shrill DING noise. The boyfriend's jaw dropped, his face reddening from embarrassment at the feat. He couldn't even muster the strength to look down at his equally-shocked girlfriend's face, but Alti sure could. The game operator handed the scantily-clad winner a large panda plushie, one that had to have been about half of his height. Looking the thing over a few times, he couldn't say he was all that into it, and was sure he could say the same for his partner standing by him, but none of that really mattered; it wasn't like the gift was for either of them, now. Glancing back at the other couple, Alti flashed a toothy grin at the girlfriend, her longing eyes toward the stuffed animal in his arms making it all too clear what her cruddy partner's intentions when they chose this game; he wanted to impress her, but sadly he failed, and that was OK. Impressing was Alti's forte, after all.

    He walked over to the girl, bending over slightly to meet her gaze and smiled flirtatiously, much to the chagrin of her mate. "Here, sweetie. You have it~" he cooed as he presented the panda to her, the girl blushing slightly in response. She hesitantly accepted it with both hands while her eyes were still locked with the more attractive man's gaze. "Uh, t-thank you..." she stammered, the sudden skittish change in attitude that overcame her actively making her boyfriend's blood boil. "Hey! Whaddaya' think you're doing? I was supposed to win her that!" he shouted, Alti immediately lifting himself back to his full height to face him and snickering at the man's renewed tough act. He shrugged as he backed away from the two in favor of Cyrus' company, his smile widening as the angry dude's face got redder.

    "Hey, hey, hey! No need to whine now, princess!" he teased, waving a hand at his "opponent" condescendingly. "Ain't my fault you're not man enough to please 'yer girl ehehehe....." And with that, he grabbed his soulmate's arm and went on his way, looking over his shoulder at his two victims and pointing at the flushed one. "Hey, honey! Maybe you should let him hold the bear for now, eh? It'd be a nice change of pace if he was packin' something large for once in his life!" he cackled. He turned back to Cyrus as they left, now more excited than ever. 

    "Sooooo, what's next?"

"Fries? Alright, if you say so." Nace winked before heading over to a burger stand, getting into a rather short line. He grinned wickedly. Oh, he was about to change that.

He waited surprisingly patiently until it was his turn to order, slowly approaching the bubbly looking cashier. "May I take your order?" She chimed, a pen and paper in hand. "We have a deal on our veggie burger today, if you're interested! Two for the price of one!" 

Nace glanced at the line behind him. Only a few new faces for now, but some other people had noticed how short this line was and were sure to come flocking with all the busier establishments nearby. The brightly dressed fighter leaned forwards on his elbows, getting uncomfortably close to the woman as he stared deeply into her eyes. She fidgeted uncomfortably. "Um, sir? Please don't cross behind the counter."

"Eh?" Nace said, cocking his head at her. "Was war das?"

The woman reeled back a bit. That caught her attention. "Crap," She muttered, turning to her closest coworker. "Guy doesn't speak English."

"Well, what does he speak?"

"Ich würde ein paar Pommes mögen." Nace smiled widely at her, playing up his accent. Although his sentence structure and word choice was probably strange, he still knew some of his first tongue and sounded real enough that any non-German speaker wouldn't be able to realize his mistakes. 

"I think it's German?" The cashier clutched her notepad to her chest, staring at him while trying to bring her smile back to her face. "Um, one moment sir," she held up a single finger.

Nace suddenly leaned backwards, a horrified expression on his face as she held the finger up. "Ich kann diese schreckliche Geste nicht glauben!" He screamed, pointing at her and letting out a string of German curses as he tried to keep the offended look in his eyes. 

"Oh no, oh no!" She put her hand down and dropped the pen and paper, holding her hands in front of her like the man was a wild animal. "Oh crap, I think I must have offended him! Josh, what does this mean in German?" She held up her finger to someone in the back. Nace started screaming again. "Please, calm down sir!" 

"Hey, what's the hold up!" Someone said a few people behind Nace. A line had started to form. Nace couldn't help the grin that was pulling at his lips. 

"Um, one second, I'm so sorry!" The girl vanished to the back, coming back out with another woman. "You took German in high school, right Sam?" 

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I can remember enough of it." She turned to face Nace with a timid and trusting smile. "Wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?"

"Что ты даже говоришь!" 

The first girl did a double take as Nace eased into Russian with a rather good imitation of the correct accent. Sam's face flushed as she turned angrily to the first cashier. "Frankie, you said he was speaking German. How the hell did you mistake that for German?!" She practically screamed, clearly embarrassed. 

Frankie pulled her hands to her chest, her eyes big and close to crying. "N-No he was! I swear!"

"Just get the damn manager!" Someone yelled from the ever growing line. It was now one of the longest in the area.

Sam turned and ran to the back, leaving Frankie helpless and staring at the glowering Nace. She shakily picked up her pen and paper, turning to the customer behind him. "C-Can I help--?"

"انا مازلت هنا!" Nace thrust his arm in front of the man who had opened his mouth to place an order.

The pen slipped from her hand as another foreign language came from Nace's mouth, new accent and all. "I don't know what to do!" She cried, starting to panic. "I-I don't! I'm sorry!" A few tears leaked from her eyes as she started shaking.

A large, hairy man came out from behind her, shushing her cries. "Frankie, stop it, you're at work," He scolded. "This man is probably just as confused as you. Now, I speak some Russian so if you'll just let me handle--."

"Russian! What the hell!" Nace suddenly exclaimed in perfect English. He even tossed in a New Jersey accent, masking his German one effortlessly. "I don't know what the lady has been goin' on about. First she won't take my damn orda, then she goes to the back and drags out that poor frienda hers, and then just starts screamin' and cryin' like I'm the one at fault here!" He shook his head disgusted. The girl was staring at him in shock. Her crying had ceased as her eyes clouded from utter confusion. "I just want my two damn order of fries. Two cokes, while you're at it." He growled.

The manger's face was expressionless. "Yes, of course." He turned slowly to look down at Frankie, the girl letting out a small squeak as his blazing eyes landed on her. "We're going to have a talk later," He said testily, "but for now, these people have been waiting long enough. I'll go take care of this order myself. Give it to him for free. While you, on the other hand, need to apologize while I'm gone." He returned from whence he came. Frankie was tearing at her hair in frustration. She looked up at Nace with crazed eyes.

"I-I'm s-sorr--."

"¿Qué?"

She screamed. Her manager came rushing out with the order, placing it on the table and trying to get her to stop yelling. "He's fucking with me, he's fucking with me!" She yelled, pointing at Nace.

"Frankie, that is enough!" The manger yelled, trying to pull her away from the counter. "You're fired!" 

That got her to calm down. She looked up at him with teary eyes and disbelief. "I-I'm...what?"

Nace picked up the food and drinks. "I'm never coming back here." He muttered.

"I'm so very sorry, sir, I don't know what came over her."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." He started moving away, but now before making eye contact with Frankie and whispering, "Au Revoir." The manager had to take her to the back, kicking and screaming. 

He found Amil and sat down at the table, surveying the mile long line he'd created while snickering to himself. He pushed the food in front of Amil, noticing his partner's shiner. "You doing alright there?" He said. "What, get into a fight and break the rules already?"

    Unsurprisingly, the scrawny man managed to send the bar straight to the top without even breaking a sweat, the scientist still partially perplexed to just where in his body Alti was storing that amount of strength. The smirk on Cyrus's face widened as he fixated on the reactions of the rather bland and average couple his partner had chosen to torment, that grin finally cracking into laughter as Alti waltzed over to the girlfriend and presented her with the bear. The musclehead full of more insecurity than testosterone, as expected, did nothing but stand there with a delightfully and uselessly angry expression. Laughing as Alti got in one last jab in, Cyrus winked to the girlfriend before the two more attractive men parted ways from the rather boring man and his partner.

    "Nice to see you're having a good time~ You didn't seem all too enthused on the bus this morning," Cyrus chuckled, walking with his partner with eyes peeled for their next new activity. "Is the amusement park doing its job~?" The scientist's stomach was still fairly unsettled from the 50 story drop it experienced, although all the strolling around the games section definitely began to quell the brewing storm. Gotta find something tame...

    Turning his head to the right, he noticed on that path there was a towering ferris wheel, the man grinning and pointing it out. "Hey, how about we ride that? Not quite as exciting as the other two rides, but I'm sure we can make our own fun," he mused, heading them to hop on the short queue. "If my stomach permits it, we can get some lunch after this ride. Sound good?"

Iksel looked at the cute, kitschy ride featuring a monochrome Wickey merrily whistling along as he drive a steam boat down a catroon river. He was certain that whatever the ride entailed it would certainly be boring by ever sense of the word, most likely a slow ride down a fake river... but still, he had not point in complaining. All that would do is dampen Piami's mood. At least a river ride would be relaxing, right?

Was he ever wrong. When the two had made it through the ride's line the park staff ushered them as well as several others not into a boat, but onto a raft. Iksel stood on the circular raft wedged close to Piami, holding into the bar in the center as the staff ran down the rules of the ride. When the staff member mentioned waves, rapids, and a waterfall Iksel perked up and turned to Piami right before the ride was about to take off. Iksel shot her an eager grin gave a big grin "Ready to take off?" Don't fall off, lifeguard's off duty," he joked, despite the the fact that the ride's harnesses were keeping it's passengers safely on board, "I miiiiiiiight make an exception though."

Aberdeen blinked at the enormous wheel in front of them, pondering how it worked. Did it spin at insane speeds? It appeared to go up rather high. What was the function of this ride? They turned to Maicy and spoke up. "Why don't we go on this one?" They asked "I mean, we're already here, right? The line doesn't look too long either! We should try riding as many rides as we can!" They chimed as they hopped into line, not paying attention to the couple in front of them.

"C'mon Maicy!" They shouted. "It'll be fun!!"

"Hehe, I'll be careful this time!" Piami chimed.

And with that, Piami carefully went into the ride. With that, both Piami and Iksel went forward on the ride. The ride went from left to right peacefully, with some statue scenes of the 1950s cartoon. Then the ride goes into a tunnal. Even though there are a bit of lights on, the tunnal still feels pretty dark but not to a point where people on the ride can't see. The ride goes a little bit higher.

And higher.

And a little higher.

And then it goes down. Everyone on the ride scream with excitement. Including Piami.

Once the rides over, the ride got near the exit. Everyone got out once they are at the exist.

"Whoohoo! That was fun!"


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"Okay~!"

Maicy followed Aberdeen to the Ferris Wheel. She raise an eye-brow of why it was going super fast but she tries not to question it too much.

"Oh! Uh.. We have been on many rides and had fun."

Maicy felt a little nervous when speaking to Cyrus, given how much she has shown how much of an emotional train-wreck she was during the shit that happened on the beach date.

Iksel gave a chuckle as he wringed out the bottom of his shirt before doing the same to his hair. Flicking his hands dry, he then addressed Piami, "That was cooler than I expected." He then looked the girl up and down, noticing how she had also gotten visibly wet during the ride. She probably didn't want to walk around in wet clothes, socks especially.

There were only a few things in the world Iksel hated more than wet socks.

Iksel's head buzzed and his teeth grinded together as he searched for a solution. "You wanna..." he began, the smell of chlorine grabbing his attention and pulling him towards the waterpark, "go to the water park? We can swim or something while our clothes dry."