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@Rhi-Rhi!
The streets were aglow with colors, rows of enchanted 'balloons' lining the air, children giggling, laughing and the sweet aroma of puffed candies was all but consuming. Mixed with the enchantment of the Fair, or whatever festivity this was called, Jarrett felt mildly out of place, a long, tall and dark figure, stalking the streets without an entourage and his lips doing anything but smiling. Even his eyes appeared dull compared to the life thriving all around him. But there was a curious glitter sparkling within their green depths, as he paused beside a building, keeping to the shade, and moved to reach into his breast pocket for his cigars- when a noise from above had him craning his neck sky ward and-
Suddenly there was a person in his arms. It nearly knocked him over, but thankfully he was able to adjust him in time to realize this person was injured, a blade jutting out from their chest and bubbling with the fresh sight of blood. Blinking, he peered up at the window when he heard a slam. Behind him, someone raced off from a back door way, while inside, he could hear the angered foot falls of someone storming down the stairs. But a garbled croak coming from the person in his arms drew his gaze back down to him, and as he opened his lips to speak, Jarrett raised the injured person up a little closer to his ears. But just as the man uttered, "N.. never get married,", he made a grunt of pain before sighing away unto death.
And that's when the front door of the building swung open, a woman racing out and gasping at the sight of her husband being cradled in Jarrett L'isson's arms.
"I knew it!" she shrieked, and awkwardly, Jarrett hugged the body closer to himself, not because he wanted to get all cuddly with a corpse, but to hide the blade. After all, normally Jarrett's hands were found guilty of being responsible for that spilled blood and well...
Here he was, finding himself actually
innocent and cradling a very fresh, and still bleeding corpse. He frowned as he felt the warm blood staining his new suit. The suit wasn't even an hour old yet. Thankfully, it was black.
"Edgar, you low life, man-cheating tramp! I
knew you were seeing Marz's boy! But I didn't know you were throwing yourself to men all over town!" The woman screamed. Little did she know he more or less
fell into this man's arms, but Jarrett wasn't about to correct her. She looked about ready to burst into flames.
"You
trollop! You
cad! You whore of a man, you regal
liar! To think all of these years you tried to play it off that you were some big shot with the ladies, yet here you are..."A nd she made a disgusted face at the pair of them. "Clinging to your man like a
hussy!" And she spat towards them, her face wrinkled souredly. "You can keep him! Edgar.." she said his word poisonously.
"We're through!"And stormed off, slamming the door behind her, leaving Jarrett to stand there, staring off into thought while trying to figure out just what happened and what to do with this dead man he was practically hugging, when a little girl in pig tails saw him int he corner. She gave him a shy smile when Jarrett finally noticed her, she handed him a red balloon and left.
So now Jarrett stood, alone, in a dark ally, just feet away from all of the festivities, dead man in his arms- a red heart shaped balloon cheerfully floating beside him as he frowned and stared off into the glittering, gay-filled world of the fair, and could not help himself but wonder....