Post by Erik Olsen on Apr 1, 2012 0:36:02 GMT
Erik walked past crowds of people and looked around, keeping a neutral look on his face and whistling softly. He was looking at the different stalls in the Marketplace. They all looked interesting, but he decided to keep moving on because most of them were crowded. Not only that, but the people who worked the stalls looked incredibly busy with helping customers while also making sure that no one took anything from them for free. He had heard that some people were going around and taking things from the stalls, and it was easy to not notice something like thievery going on unless someone either informed the stall’s owner of it or the owner of the stall happened to notice. The items were not the only things that could be stolen. With all of the big crowds around a stall, a person could easily bump into someone else. It was the perfect scene for people to reach into people’s pockets and steal their Sols.
The Norwegian man shook his head. He was thinking too much into this. They were stories after all, and they may or may not be true. However, he would have to be alert just in case if he stopped at a stall and someone tried to rob him of his money. After all, a thin man probably seemed to be an easy target, and even if he did not seem like an easy victim, he would still have to stay vigilant.
He kept walking on, eventually reaching the carnival stalls and chuckling slightly. The way the owners dressed were definitely eye-catching and flamboyant; it was a perfect way to attract customers. Fabulous or cute prizes also brought people to stalls like moths to a flame, especially children. Children were easily drawn in with toys or other nice prizes. He stopped at one of the stalls, smiling gently to appear friendly and going up to one of the carnival game stalls to check it out. One of them immediately caught his eye, and he looked at the stuffed rabbit toy that was on one of the upper shelves.
“Welcome to the carnival games, sir! Please, look if you’d like and play a round if you like what you see!” the stall owner said, smiling widely at Erik and honking a horn that he had in his hand.
“Thank you; I’ll be sure to look,” the Norwegian man replied back, smiling and giving a small laugh. The way some of these people acted always amused him, and it seemed as if they had never seen a rainy day in their life. He looked back at the rabbit, thinking about whether if he should try to go for it or just keep going. “I’ll give it a shot. How much is it to play a game?”
“Ah, it is two Sols for three balls and four Sols for six balls. All you have to do is throw the ball at the pyramid of cans and knock them down. If you knock down one of the three pyramids, you can get a small prize. If you can knock down all of them, you win one of the bigger prizes,” the man explained, watching Erik put down two Sols. He thanked the Norwegian man, fetching three balls and placing the two Sols in one of his pockets. “I wish you the best of luck, and have fun!” he said happily. Erik only nodded, focusing on where he could hit the stack and potentially cause a whole stack fall at one time. “By the way, are you playing for one of your children? Maybe just for a younger family member?”
Erik simpered at the mention of a younger family. He shook it off and sighed softly. “I don’t have any younger family members anymore, and I don’t have any kids,” he said quietly, hoping that the man would get the hint. The man only nodded.
“Sorry for bringing it up; I was just curious.” All right, now this conversation was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. He picked up one of the balls, throwing it and hitting the middle of the cans. Smirking, He watched as that stack fell completely. He picked up the second one and threw it, coming up with the same result. He picked up the third one, throwing it and managing to knock the topmost can off. “Aw, nice try! Here you go, sir,” the man said, handing Erik a small toy bear. “Would you like to play another round?” Erik thought about it for a moment. If he kept playing like this, who would he give the small prizes to if he were to keep missing? Oh well, some little kid would probably be happy and grateful enough to receive a gift like a small plush toy from some kind Norwegian man.
The Norwegian man shook his head. He was thinking too much into this. They were stories after all, and they may or may not be true. However, he would have to be alert just in case if he stopped at a stall and someone tried to rob him of his money. After all, a thin man probably seemed to be an easy target, and even if he did not seem like an easy victim, he would still have to stay vigilant.
He kept walking on, eventually reaching the carnival stalls and chuckling slightly. The way the owners dressed were definitely eye-catching and flamboyant; it was a perfect way to attract customers. Fabulous or cute prizes also brought people to stalls like moths to a flame, especially children. Children were easily drawn in with toys or other nice prizes. He stopped at one of the stalls, smiling gently to appear friendly and going up to one of the carnival game stalls to check it out. One of them immediately caught his eye, and he looked at the stuffed rabbit toy that was on one of the upper shelves.
“Welcome to the carnival games, sir! Please, look if you’d like and play a round if you like what you see!” the stall owner said, smiling widely at Erik and honking a horn that he had in his hand.
“Thank you; I’ll be sure to look,” the Norwegian man replied back, smiling and giving a small laugh. The way some of these people acted always amused him, and it seemed as if they had never seen a rainy day in their life. He looked back at the rabbit, thinking about whether if he should try to go for it or just keep going. “I’ll give it a shot. How much is it to play a game?”
“Ah, it is two Sols for three balls and four Sols for six balls. All you have to do is throw the ball at the pyramid of cans and knock them down. If you knock down one of the three pyramids, you can get a small prize. If you can knock down all of them, you win one of the bigger prizes,” the man explained, watching Erik put down two Sols. He thanked the Norwegian man, fetching three balls and placing the two Sols in one of his pockets. “I wish you the best of luck, and have fun!” he said happily. Erik only nodded, focusing on where he could hit the stack and potentially cause a whole stack fall at one time. “By the way, are you playing for one of your children? Maybe just for a younger family member?”
Erik simpered at the mention of a younger family. He shook it off and sighed softly. “I don’t have any younger family members anymore, and I don’t have any kids,” he said quietly, hoping that the man would get the hint. The man only nodded.
“Sorry for bringing it up; I was just curious.” All right, now this conversation was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. He picked up one of the balls, throwing it and hitting the middle of the cans. Smirking, He watched as that stack fell completely. He picked up the second one and threw it, coming up with the same result. He picked up the third one, throwing it and managing to knock the topmost can off. “Aw, nice try! Here you go, sir,” the man said, handing Erik a small toy bear. “Would you like to play another round?” Erik thought about it for a moment. If he kept playing like this, who would he give the small prizes to if he were to keep missing? Oh well, some little kid would probably be happy and grateful enough to receive a gift like a small plush toy from some kind Norwegian man.