She had no intentions of choosing a side, until she was sure it would be of interest.
Wind brushed past ber face, tangling her hair and filling her ears with screams.
A carnival, brimming with children and adults alike, sticky hands leaving grimy finger prints over as much surface as possible, like some game you might find on the internet. The smell of sweat and sugar mingles together and suffocates your lungs, and the bright, blinding neon signs and lights, perfect as a distraction.
A smile slowly spreading across her face, twisting her features to reveal canines and a lascivious expression. From her viewpoint atop some conglomerate building she fidgeted and mumbled to herself, counting down the seconds.
Within the heart of the carnival, prey and predators alike lurked in both the shadows and plain sight, playing one big game of charades.
But who will be the one to break the chain?
A chance appears; a small child left unattended, wandering the twists and turns of the scene, innocent to the world and its plays. A carefully calculated plan and a successful outcome removed the subject from the grounds, using only strength and a cloth. Some may think of an unconscious young one in the arms of an adult may be an act of a kindness from a loving parent, after a long day spent at the fair, and with their minds so preoccupied with these constructed thoughts, they wouldn't bother to notice how that child’s face has been meticulously hidden from view. Neon lights blind and distract passerbys, refreshing their thoughts and forgetting unknown importance. From her perch with a dirty coin in hand, she lay in wait. To interfere or to by-stand; for that was the choice of fate. A simple flip of the coin to choose for her. All she has to do was pick a side.
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