Post by Barry Allen on May 3, 2015 17:45:13 GMT -5
Barry loved the fair. And the only bad thing was it felt like it had been forever since he'd ever been to one. The rides, the smells, the sounds. Best of all however was the food. Man, the food. He may or may not have planned to abuse his metabolism at the fair. Without a doubt Elephant Ears were on the menu while he was here. Though he wouldn't stop at the deep-fried dough with granulated sugar sprinkled on it. There was cotton candy, ad popcorn, corn dogs. Barry could taste it already. His taste buds practically screaming for the delicious treats. He tried to not use his super speed to get around the fair. It was really hard, but really kinda worth it. Being as fast as Barry as had a ton of advantages, but you kinda miss waiting in line sometimes. Besides, CSI Barry Allen zipping around might look a bit suspicious.
He had asked a few people if they wanted to go with him but everyone was busy, Or..they were So it was the lone Barry for now. Trying to get on as many rides as he could. He looked forward to those the most. When he was a kid the last time there was a fair and he could go he was too short fora lot of the ride, but that wasn't him anymore, now he was pretty sure his height could get him on any of the twisting, turning, or loopdy loopdy or spinning machines that some would call Death Traps. Barry called him them good ol' fashion American fun, Americana even. Fairs were definitely artifacts of American History and artifacts Barry enjoyed. He'd had only a sample of his plans so far. One elephant ear, though no rides. He was planning on getting in line for the roller coaster next. Who doesn't love a good roller-coaster? They speed along, twist, turn, corkscrew. Maybe Barry had turned into some kind of secret speed freak since gaining his powers. Or maybe speed had always been something he loved. The wind on his face, his hair pulled back from the force of winds. The feeling you can escape whatever you're running from. Freedom. That was what Barry loved about his speed. It was a freedom. He had to give it up in a way sometimes. He couldn't always be running around after all.
Barry made his way through the crowd to the line for the roller-coaster. He was going to need his patience, but he could manage that. He could see the front of the line. A good sign. He took another bite from the corn dog he assured himself he could finish before he came to the front.
He had asked a few people if they wanted to go with him but everyone was busy, Or..they were So it was the lone Barry for now. Trying to get on as many rides as he could. He looked forward to those the most. When he was a kid the last time there was a fair and he could go he was too short fora lot of the ride, but that wasn't him anymore, now he was pretty sure his height could get him on any of the twisting, turning, or loopdy loopdy or spinning machines that some would call Death Traps. Barry called him them good ol' fashion American fun, Americana even. Fairs were definitely artifacts of American History and artifacts Barry enjoyed. He'd had only a sample of his plans so far. One elephant ear, though no rides. He was planning on getting in line for the roller coaster next. Who doesn't love a good roller-coaster? They speed along, twist, turn, corkscrew. Maybe Barry had turned into some kind of secret speed freak since gaining his powers. Or maybe speed had always been something he loved. The wind on his face, his hair pulled back from the force of winds. The feeling you can escape whatever you're running from. Freedom. That was what Barry loved about his speed. It was a freedom. He had to give it up in a way sometimes. He couldn't always be running around after all.
Barry made his way through the crowd to the line for the roller-coaster. He was going to need his patience, but he could manage that. He could see the front of the line. A good sign. He took another bite from the corn dog he assured himself he could finish before he came to the front.
