@Hey_Its_Snowy_And_Im_Generally_Confused
(I’m back! Sorry, I had a really busy weekend)
(I’m back! Sorry, I had a really busy weekend)
Hey, me too.
Coolio
Shall we start?
Yep!
Ezra walked the guy to the line for the roller-coaster, waiting. He spoke.
"Since we're gonna be on this ride together, why don't you tell me about yourself." He proposed, maybe a bit too forwardly, or so he thought. He still was itching for a smoke, but the rollercoaster would take his mind off that.
Sam chuckled nervously. What do I lead with, hey, I’m a monster? He twiddled with his fingers. “Well… I work partime at a diner, I can make some mean pancakes, and I’m awful at telling people about myself.” He looked up at the screaming people going through loops on the coaster and wished he could be there right that second and escape his awkwardness.
"Well, I guess it's my turn.' Ezra said, looking up. "My name is Ezra, I work at a bar, I'm a motorcycle guy, and I'm pretty good at figuring things out." He said, as he saw Sam look up at the coaster, definitely daydreaming.
Sam noticed Ezra looking at him and shook his head. “Sorry, I was just thinking about the rollercoaster. I actually haven’t been on one in years,” he smiled. “Did you say something about a motorcycle?”
"Yeah.motorcycles are kinda my thing." Ezra repeated, running a hand through his hair, and adjusting his tie. "You Cool with motorcycles?" He asked.
“I used to be unhealthily obsessed with cars and motorcycles when I was younger, but I’ve never actually ridden one,” Sam admitted. “Maybe I could check out yours sometimes, I-“ before he could finish his sentence, the tickets were grabbed out of his hand by the person at the front of the line. “Oh, we’re here!” Sam laughed. “I guess it’s time to ride.”
(I have class so hold on… Sorry.)
Ok… Now my turn!!!
"Maybe I'll show you mine after." Ezra suggested, as the two men shuffled onto the rollercoaster. He let Sam choose his seat first, as he stood there, he thought about his cat. Alone at home. He liked being here, the smell of sugary and salty foods, the whipping of the wind past his face. The brisk air. But he sorta wished he'd stayed in bed and just cuddled his cat. He looked back at Sam.
Sam climbed into the seat and fumbled for the buckle, finally getting it to snap in place. He could feel the rumbling of the tracks as the coaster shifted, not quite taking off, but getting there. He caught a whiff of funnel cake in the near distance and was transported back to all the times he went to carnivals as a kid. The clack of Ezra’s seatbelt snapped him back to reality (oh there goes gravity, sorry). Sam turned to face him and said “Yeah, maybe. Sounds cool!” He started to sense the rollercoaster move, and an announcer over the intercom spoke, “Get buckled everyone, and enjoy the ride.”
Ezra got buckled, waiting, as the rest of the passengers got ready for the ride there.
"Can do." He promised, unusually upbeat for someone as sullen as himself. There was something about this guy, but what the Hell was it? He'd have to return to that question later, as they were getting ready to go. As they ascended, Ezra looked at the guy beside him. He was proud of himself for being this social, but it wasn't like he was gonna fully admit thst to himself. He looked around, scouring the park below them. He figured he would hate to fall from this high, but he'd definitely live, unlike most other individuals.
(Any ideas on how to do the part where the rollercoaster is actually moving? I’m blanking)
(I was thinking a loop that causes them to go upside down after the msin drop, and then twists and turns…)
(Okay, lemme whip something up)
The rollercoaster shot out of the entry passageway, causing Sam’s head to jerk back, which might make a normal person nervous, but Sam knew he would be fine. After the initial boost, they turned a corner and slowed down, escalating to the highest point. He laughed out of ecstasy and anticipated the drop.
As they shot off, Ezra sat there observing the scenery and enjoying the ride. He felt his cigarettes come loose, and they flew out of his pocket. Ezra snspped his arm out, catching them in mid-air, and held onto them. The pack was plastic, one of the ones that has the next cigarette pop up after you take one. An automatic if you will. He chuckled.
Sam heard Ezra chuckle and looked over just in time to see him tuck a pack of cigarettes into his hand. He made a mental note to ask him for one later. “You prepared for the drop?” He questioned Ezra.
"Yeah." Ezra said, looking down. He adjusted his collar, and kept a hold of the pack. They dropped, lurching forward and down at breakneck speeds.
Sam whooped and laughed as the air rushed through his hair and his stomach lurched. “WHOOOO! HELL YEAH!” They went through 2 loops and speed through the tracks. Sam couldn’t help but grinning at Ezra whilst being terrified of falling. The adrenaline began rushing to him and he grabbed Ezra’s hand and yelled “OHHH MY GOD!”
Ezra blushed, not really used to contact, and trying not to squeeze hard enough to break Sam's hand as they looped. He stared at Sam. Not breaking as they went upside down. He felt good now. More appreciated. He had always lived a cold, harsh, sullen existence. He was actually really good with people. But he accidentally hurt them too much. It was a psin in the ass.
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