𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 ( llama )

[llama]

I fish into my back pocket for my wallet only to find I don't have it. I then check my other pocket; no luck. Had I forgotten it? Don't think so. Vividly remember taking it with me.. shit, must have been pick-pocketed from me. "Oh, uh, sorry. Guess I forgot it." I say, handing the bottle back with a frown.

[katt]

Rolling her eyes she dejectedly places the bottle back onto the pile and then half glances, half glares at you out of the corner of her eye.
"You're not the first one. I can give an empty bottle for free, this place will milk you of everything you have" she glares in the direction of the stage and you get the feeling that not every volunteer here is doing it to be around The Messengers. The bottle's shoved into your hands and her back is quickly turned. "Now piss off before I lose my summer job"

[llama]

I nod with a half grin, starting to speak thanks before thinking better of it. I take the bottle and turn away, trying to go and find the nearest watering hole to fill it up with, whether it be an actual water fountain or a sink.

[katt]

It's the trek back to the public tap and after politely asking some drunk guy trying to take a piss on the drain below the tap to move you manage to get some water. The music's changed to some grunge alternative stuff, reminiscent of both The Killers and Gorillaz. If you squint you can see some sort of 3-D projection that is hovering over the crowd, every once in a while similar projections will burst out of the ground in the shapes of firey animals. It....... it kinda loooks cool actually.

[llama]

I try my best not to catch a whiff of the drunkard, turning my head to the side. I look to the stage, revelling in these strange new scenes. After I fill and sip my water, I head back into the mass of the crowd.