An Ounce of Suspicion (Chris & Open)

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[/b][/color] There wasn't any sign of weakness on her besides her short stature and that would quickly change if need be. [/ul]

((ooc;; If there is anything I need to fix, go ahead and tell me, as this is a rather messy post XD))

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Chris loved the fairground. To some, it was a place where they could have fun in an offbeat way. To Chris, it was a tribute to engineering. All those people gathered from different corners of the city, different walks of life, all there to appreciate the marvels of calculations brought to life. The first time he had come here was with his family. His little sister wanted to spin in a teacup. He was too busy getting misty-eyed at the ferris wheel. For weeks after that, he had doodled roller coasters. Even now, the fairground held a certain power over him, a certain mysticism that couldn't be broken; though he was more aware of the pickpockets lurking, the unsavoury smells and criminal activity.

The latter brought Chris there now. He had search programs running on his various computers all the time, trying to pick up hints about criminal activity. The programs rarely caught anything. Criminals weren't stupid; on a public server, they spoke in code. Chris's program was designed with only the minimum amount of hacking in mind. Still, sometimes they found something noteworthy. When following a lead online, hints about a certain United group, he had found a couple of things. An agent might be at the fairground, and some crazy blonde bitch was on their tail. The details were vague, but it was enough for Chris. He had seen the magic word. After 'fairground', nothing else mattered. It would work itself out.

So here he was. He had even found a blonde that looked suspicious - scowling, amongst all the happy faces, possibly following something? So, armed with a pink cotton candy stick, he watched from a distance. It was exciting for him: not only did he get to enjoy the fairground, he got to find out more about the city's criminal underbelly. And since he wasn't rushing into things spontaneously, he had even come prepared. Under his hoodie, he was wearing a belt of various connected batteries he had charged earlier. He was incredibly pleased with himself. It was, without a doubt, a stroke of brilliance. Not just the belt, but the whole operation. He hadn't even been spotted yet.

Maybe he should have been more careful of the crowd. Before he knew it, some fat guy had shoved him, then he had to scuttle to one side quickly to avoid crushing a small child, and suddenly, he was right next to the target. "Who are you and why are you following me?" Well. Maybe he hadn't been quite as subtle as he had thought.

"What?" he said, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. It was harder to pull of the desired effect with the half-eaten cotton candy in one hand. "I'm not following you. Maybe we just like the same rides. Maybe we both like looking at people waiting for food. Maybe you're just following me." The worst part of this exchange was that it was going better than he had expected. "So I guess there's no reason why I'm following you. Because, er, I'm definitely not." He paused for a second. "And to answer your first question, I'm Chris. Nice to meet you, I guess?" Yep, that was smooth. Mentally, he sighed. It was going to be a long night.