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[sup][color=gray]MARDI GRAS FESTIVAL[/color][/sup][sup]The French Quarter[/sup]


The sun had already began to dip into the horizon, and Andy had estimated two whole hours of wading through the waves of crowds in an effort to search for his friends.

It was unlike him to attend such an event in the first place, but peer pressure can have you succumb to the dumbest of things. The environment was much too loud -- too obnoxious for his liking. In an ideal world, he would be holed up in his bedroom, reading a good trilogy. The stench emanating from the sewage mixed in with the overpowering aroma that the dancers probably showered in a few minutes before the festival. The colours were vibrant, the people just as lively. However, they pushed and shoved with just as much enthusiasm they spent cheering for the oncoming parade, much to his distaste. As much as the boy wanted to appreciate the special event, he could not bring himself to do so. 'Out of place' would have been an understatement for the guy. If anything, he was going to have to find a way to wriggle out of the crawlspace in between the warm bodies.

The music flooded his ears in painful shockwaves the closer he got to the exit. It was just his luck that they decided to keep the speakers on the farthest edge of the fucking procession. Not only had his friends ditched him - now he had to contemplate scheduling an appointment with an otolaryngologist. In an effort to block out the hubbub of laughter and obnoxious yelling, he plugged his fingers into his ears. He ducked for good measure, since people suddenly thought it would be a fantastic idea to throw things to and from the crowd. A fun time? Sure. Andrew was down. A concussion? He'd rather pass.

As if on queue to interrupt his hard-earned escape, a loud blast shook the area behind Andrew. The noise was dumbed down quite a bit, but only because he was rather close to the radius of the explosion. 

Disorientation had gotten the better of him, falling to the ground on both his elbows and earning himself nice gashes on all his joints. As soon as the fuzzy vision and ringing ceased, he took his chances and ran straight into the alleyways that enclosed the march. Andrew struggled to turn the corner as he began to fully regain his stability. Just then, he noticed a brunette smoking on a steel landing. Now, of all the times.
The boy pulled himself up on one of the dumpsters below the man and slid down the wall. He could not climb for the life of him, thus he figured he would settle for a bit. 

[color=fdc68a]"So, what now?"[/color] he called out to the man, as he inhaled his smoke. There was not much he could deduce from the chaos that erupted from the outside, but he was sure as hell that they were going to be in for a long night.


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