DESSERT CART

[Beeee.♥]

DESSERT CART

For those of you with a sweet tooth, this is the place for you. Here, you'll find not just dessert items like cupcakes and cinnamon buns and ice cream and funnel cake, but snacks, too. Like popcorn and candy floss [or cotton candy, for those Americans out there].

WORK SCHEDULE

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Shift 1 Carmen Liddell & Matt McArthur
Shift 2 Blake Andrews & Christian Chevalier


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[Carmen Liddell]

If anyone in the world loved dessert, it was Carmen Liddell. Sweets of any sort really just revved her engine and that was all there was to it. so it was a perfect thing, for Carmen at least, that she was assigned to work the dessert cart. It was even more perfect that she was assigned to work with Matt, who was quite as much of an eater as she was, and who also happened to be pretty freaking cool, as far as bffs went.

But Matt was not there yet and Carmen was waiting for either him or the first customer, sitting behind the counter in a bubblegum pink dress. It might have clashed horribly with her hair, but really, one couldn't think of these things when one was being festive. And it was obviously necessary to be festive. It was a festival, after all.

With a little beam, she adjusted the cupcake clip in her hair [also part of the festivity and purchased just for this occasion] and waited on anyone who so chose to come and visit her at her dessert stand.

[Matt McArthur]

A bedraggled and barely-awake teenage boy rushed down the stairs from the boy's dormitory, pulling the first t-shirt he had found that morning over his bird's nest mane of brown hair. Matt was late, again. It was not a new experience, Matt was always late, but one would think they'd get used to the hurried morning rush that came with it. Unfortunately he had never gotten used to it, and the big flurry of motion that he had gone through that morning was evidence of it.

Wearing shoes with the laces still dragging, untied, along the ground, Matt made his way to the carnival. The increasing noise of voices and laughter were all a bit too much for his still sleep-fuzzed head. Nevertheless he had promised Carmen that he was going to get there, and get there on time as well. Although the latter part of that promise was probably in rubble by now, at least Matt could still complete the former part.

Glancing around, he finally caught sight of his friend's noticeable red hair bobbing above a table that read 'Dessert Cart'. It was then that Matt remembered that he had yet to eat breakfast, and bloody hell was he hungry. Finally gaining the energy to run thanks to the prospect of food, Matt hurried over to where Carmen stood, giving her a shout and a wave as he did so.

"Hey Car!" he said, "Sorry I'm late. You know... bed called and stuff." He shrugged and grinned cheekily. "And I can never say no to bed. She's my mistress." Matt talked about his comfy bed like middle-aged men talked about their newly purchased luxury cars, with the love and affection that women could never understand.

[Beeee.♥]

SHIFT TWO BEGINS

If you are working shift one, please leave and allow for shift two workers to take your spots. Shift two workers, please post as soon as possible. Thank you.

[Christian Chevalier]

Christian could not really pinpoint the exact reason that he had signed up to work the school carnival. For one, it wasn't like he was bursting with school spirit or anything of the like, nor was he ever particularly good with people. And the dessert cart especially sucked because he had never been a big fan of sweets in general, much less copious amounts of sweets all staring him in the face. He could have gone on in his mental list of reasons not to be here, but that would have just been depressing and he was really only interested in one thing: Why he'd signed up in the first place.

Oh, right. Because all of his friends had. Fuck them.

Stuffing his hands further into the pockets of his jeans, he loped over to his booth, scowling slightly. If he didn't look friendly, maybe he wouldn't be bothered by idiots that just wanted to shove cake down their throats.

He eventually sidled up, trying not to wrinkle his nose at all of the sickly sweet smells assaulting it, and leaned against the table. Thiis was going to be a long, sucky shift.

[By the way, Carmen left. :] ]

[Ayla St.Claire]

Quite frankly, there was just too much going on for Ayla to even begin to think about what to try. So many students, so many stands, and most importantly, so many pretty things to look at. She wanted a shot of the neon mountain of plushes, for sure. And maybe a student sinking a basket ball. Oh! And most definitely the goldfish swimming around in their little bags. Of course, the darts laying on the counter across the way caught an interesting glint, and- Ooh! What's that smell?

Ayla lifted her nose up and took in a good sniff. Her stomach pitched and growled viciously. Pop...cooorn... A horrible weakness, popcorn. So warm, buttery, delicious and not-too-crunchy! Gotta get some of that! She licked her lips tentatively and dug her hands into her pockets, groping around for cash. The delightful sound of about 30 pounds squirming amongst carnival tickets answered her call for food.

She gracefully wove her way through mingling students, despite how tempted her heels were to sink into the ground. Her fingers played about inside her jacket's pocket, causing it to dip over the top of her favored little leopard print skirt (to which her shoes matched, a rare thing). Jingling away, the turquoise wonder stepped up to the cart politely, free hand resting atop the camera at her hip. Waiting to make eye contact with whoever happened to be working, she gave a polite nod and tilted her head towards the popcorn machine, "May I have a little popcorn, please?"