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[INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#D4D4D4][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Marigold Festival, Mineral Springs Park & Lagoon[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]September 7th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent]Charlie wasn’t really much for festivals, but after handling his business in town he didn’t see a big reason to rush back on his way to the cabin his family owned due south of the small Illinois town. Especially considering this was supposed to be his time off; his vacation time. Not that there was much to look at in [i]Pekin[/i] of all places, but it seemed like a nice distraction and a place he could stretch his legs. He just so happened to arrive in town during a festival, so that was pretty neat. Before he knew it he was casually meandering through an assortment of tents.

As he was looking over some of the niche, homemade necklaces and baubles a thin, female voice to his left called out to him, asking for his input on if she should buy one of the necklaces. He paused in hesitation as he turned, eyebrow raised, as he looked at the necklace and the girl in question. A twenty-something girl who stood out like a sore thumb. Almost like a jewel of Pekin. Before he ended up staring rudely for too long he let out a clear hum from his lips, thinking on it.

[color=606CB7]“I’m not much of an expert on this kind of stuff.”[/color]

He knew that wasn’t exactly a helpful response so he figured it would be best to amend it with some kind of compliment.

[color=606CB7]“You’d probably look good with just about any of these things.”[/color]

It honestly wasn’t an attempt to be ‘smooth’, but he had a habit of saying friendly things and them being taken the complete opposite direction. The woman was just about to respond before a sharp scream filled the air nearby, the sound of someone colliding with a waste basket and then the ground being apparent. As Charlie turned and peaked out of the tent he noticed almost immediately that an old man was lying on the ground next to a tipped waste-bin in arm’s reach. The man seemed to have suffered from a heart attack in the middle of his time at the festival. How unlucky.

A younger boy, about the woman's age ran up to the man and started attempting to resuscitate the man. 

It was a taxing thing to watch, but what was even more taxing was what came next.

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