Post by LIAM HENDERSON on Dec 31, 2011 20:43:48 GMT -5
Carnivals weren’t actually Liam’s kind of deal—he was always a little afraid of clowns, but at the same time, his parents never brought him to one. He had never been to one, and Jamie had to work and couldn’t go with him. Plus, carnivals were for families and couples. Friends went in groups of more than two. Wouldn’t it be a little overly romantic if it was he and Jamie? Pretty much, so Liam had gone on his own. Luckily, he didn’t get lost, and was currently sitting on a park just watching. He did his best to look down at his notebook, or his phone every now and then so he didn’t come across as creepy, but he watched nevertheless.
However, he picked up on a sound he knew far too well. Crying. But not just any crying; it was the pitchy wail of a child. Liam looked around for the source of it, and came across a little girl a few benches down, sitting on it crying. She was a cute little thing, blonde hair, and possibly large eyes—but they were clenched shut with tears streaming down her face. Liam didn’t jump right up at first, because how would that look? He was small, scrawny, unimposing, but people still shied away from him because of the delicate silver ring that went through the side of his nose and corner of his lip, as well as the tattoos that laced down the side of his arm and peeked out from under his shirt when he raised his arms too high.
For now, it wasn’t too dramatic because of his trademark red-hoodie, but he had his sleeves pushed up, so all that showed was the scorpion on the side of his neck, and from his elbow down. Regardless, he glanced around and waited. He figured that a crying kid would cause people to flock to her in a hearbeat, but everyone bustled along without any sort of concern for her. What the hell was wrong with people in today’s world? Liam sighed, and pushed his phone into his pocket, and tucked his journal into his hoodie pocket, going up to a cotton candy stand and ordered one stick of the fluffy pink confection.
Praying that the kid wasn’t a diabetic, he approached the crying kid, and crouched in front of her, and held the cotton candy out to her, twirling it in his fingers. He gave her a small smile, and used his other hand to brush the hair that was curling out from under his beanie away. “Hey, kiddo. If you keep crying, you’ll mess up that sweet butterfly on your face.” Liam’s voice was deeper than one might expect, but it was soft, even. He never spoke too loudly, always soft toned and quiet. “My name’s Liam, kiddo. Are you lost? What’s your name?” He asked her, tilting his head, trying to get her sobbing to calm down enough to the point where he would hopefully understand her little kid voice.
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