Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27235572-20150909005347/@comment-27235572-20150910220406

Quinn shifted back and forth, not very comfortable as to where this conversation was leading. She didn't want conflict: it was a festival after all. But, what could she do? She was just the lowly photographer...

"C-Can I go outside n-now?" She asked, her voice reduced to a soft whispering tone. "I-I have photos to t-take, candy to t-try, rides t-to go on... Besides, this is a-a festival! We s-should all be trying c-cotton candy and laughing t-til our stomachs hurt.... Or something?" Quinn's voice slowly raised in strength and pitch, but the final result of this bravado was shakier than anticipated.