CHEAP MAGAZINES

[marissa]

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When her heart was set on something, Marissa was one who'd do everything in her power to obtain what she desired - not that appearing at the boardwalk required ample power to begin with. Clutched in the gaps between her fingers was one of the many paper advertisements dispersed throughout the town. Considering how often she saw them, it was natural that Marissa's interest was piqued. Having so many ads distributed could only mean two things: this business was either booming, or these products were atrocious and someone was just hopelessly desperate. Regardless of which it was, the werewolf was eager to satisfy her curiosity.

Her gaze flicked up from the advertisement in her hand to look at the towering Ferris wheel ahead. After releasing a gentle sigh, Marissa folded the sheet into a neat rectangle. She slipped it into her jacket pocket and headed forward. Upon reaching the metal carriages, she spotted two familiar individuals, Alex and Rialto. It was as if the vampires were packaged deals; it was an uncommon sight to see one without another nearby.

Instead of speaking, the brunette turned away from them. It was a mixture of discomfort from craning her neck up and Marissa's over the top personality in general that formulated a new idea in her head. Why not sit on top of the carriage? Executing such a plan of course carried its risks, but Marissa often presented a brave, mostly stupid front. A couple of broken bones? Nearly life-threatening injuries? It wasn't like almost dying from a questionable choice was anything new to Marissa.

Now that she stood inside of the carriage closest to the ground, the werewolf placed a foot down against the ledge of the broken window. She reached up to grip the top of the carriage and lifted herself with ease. Though, her plan was not completed. Marissa ran and jumped off the platform to the next. The only thing remotely frightening was the feeling of the carriage immediately tipping backwards from her weight. She let out a surprised squeak and scrambled to the center, attempting to balance the metal box. Once it finally did, Marissa let out a relieved sigh before slowly lowering herself to sit. Then, she looked at the two vampires with a grin. "Hey guys," she greeted casually, as if she didn't almost fall from over ten feet above the ground.

For a few moments, Marissa tilted her head to look at the setting sun. The sky was changed to a mixture of orange hues and pink clouds speckled the sky. It only got darker as the last of the sun's rays disappeared. As a girl from the city, the view of the sun sinking into the ocean was one thing that Marissa wasn't as familiar with. It was a beautiful sight to see and an opportunity she would've missed, had she plummeted to the ground. Though, looking at the horizon brought a new question to Marissa's head. How the hell was Rialto's hockey helmet protective against the light when it had open spaces?

Thinking of the man was what reminded Marissa of why she was even here. Reaching into her pocket, she took out the paper and unfolded it. She turned it to face the two vampires so they could see. "I know I'm probably ruining a moment, but you are a true craftsmanship connoisseur." Her gaze was on Rialto as she spoke, and even though her words might've been perceived as sarcastic, they were completely genuine. "Your products? Modern art." Marissa hadn't actually seen them for herself, but she heard about them. They all sounded terrible. She loved it. "Do you take personal requests?"