gamer's circle [ The problem with the 'shoot the water guns into the target to try and win a prize' game is that you need multiple people. And Barry kind of wants this stuffed animal that is undoubtedly a reference to a pop culture thing that he doesn't get (what the fuck's a Pokemon, Barry doesn't know, but look at that adorable turtle thing.)
The barker's minimal help in getting people over, so Barry just screws up his courage to do the thing that he really doesn't want to do in the first place...talk to people.
So surprise! There's a pale, skinny, terrified looking man in his twenties who's lightly tapping you on the shoulder. ]
Uh, do you want to play? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, it'd, um, just be nice.
[ his expression is pure "oh my god this is such a bad idea" ]
not your wheelhouse [ Oh my God he is going to die.
He's stuck here with a person he doesn't know (that's awful) in a ferris wheel (that's also awful) that's stuck at the highest point (THIS IS THE MOST AWFUL OF ALL). Barry's spent the past ten minutes in a state of near panic because what if the wheel breaks, I mean it's already broken to begin with, he doesn't know how he'll take it if he goes plummeting to the ground from here, I mean he has no idea how vampires survive getting smushed, this is awful and horrible and he is going to die.
Needless to say, he's a bit close to hyperventilating as he looks over the edge of the ferris wheel, gets a little bit queasy, then just shrinks back into his seat, making himself look like a tiny ball as much as possible. Less impact = less of his bones to break? Maybe? ]
They are working on this, right? [ he asks, for like the fifth time in the past five minutes. ]
Barry Pruitt | OC
[ The problem with the 'shoot the water guns into the target to try and win a prize' game is that you need multiple people. And Barry kind of wants this stuffed animal that is undoubtedly a reference to a pop culture thing that he doesn't get (what the fuck's a Pokemon, Barry doesn't know, but look at that adorable turtle thing.)
The barker's minimal help in getting people over, so Barry just screws up his courage to do the thing that he really doesn't want to do in the first place...talk to people.
So surprise! There's a pale, skinny, terrified looking man in his twenties who's lightly tapping you on the shoulder. ]
Uh, do you want to play? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, it'd, um, just be nice.
[ his expression is pure "oh my god this is such a bad idea" ]
not your wheelhouse
[ Oh my God he is going to die.
He's stuck here with a person he doesn't know (that's awful) in a ferris wheel (that's also awful) that's stuck at the highest point (THIS IS THE MOST AWFUL OF ALL). Barry's spent the past ten minutes in a state of near panic because what if the wheel breaks, I mean it's already broken to begin with, he doesn't know how he'll take it if he goes plummeting to the ground from here, I mean he has no idea how vampires survive getting smushed, this is awful and horrible and he is going to die.
Needless to say, he's a bit close to hyperventilating as he looks over the edge of the ferris wheel, gets a little bit queasy, then just shrinks back into his seat, making himself look like a tiny ball as much as possible. Less impact = less of his bones to break? Maybe? ]
They are working on this, right? [ he asks, for like the fifth time in the past five minutes. ]