JUDGEMENT TOLD US / competition

[tequila]

To be completely honest, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about the two other groups living in a proximity closer than Tequila knew anyone in The Berserkers would feel comfortable with. They posed a threat but his curiosity rose like a skyscraper. He wanted to adventure, poke some fun at the groups, but he was also playing the consequences in his head like a low-rated film. War was not a good thing when their numbers were minuscule so Tequila often confined himself within his tent, voicelessly practicing his card tricks until they bored him or trying to make an interesting dish. At this point, he drags out a heavy trunk from his makeshift house and heaves it towards the ferris wheel, arms sore from the pain when he lets it sit at the base. There's a big lock on the front and it was likely that the girlish-looking boy had the key on him somewhere within his ribbon-decorated clothes. Tequila sits on top of the chest, crossing his legs. On one of boots, the many laces have come off and are now dangling against the ground, picking up the dirt. He hasn't seemed to notice it just yet, mainly because he was never really detecting strings beneath him and the mild tremors were lost by the thickness of his boots. This, of course, had always been intentional. Tequila wore such dense boots because his feet would be too sensitive otherwise. He'd feel overwhelmed by the constant vibrations of the earth's ground, trembling beneath him at every stage. Sometimes Tequila slept with shoes on.

"The first person to climb to the top of the ferris wheel and bring down the flag I put up there wins everything inside this trunk," the blind boy calls aloud, a fox-like grin spreading along his face. It wasn't long ago that others must have watched Tequila himself scale the large structure with a flag held by his teeth and some masking tape carefully dangled on his wrists. "No rules," he then adds, knowing fully well that The Berserkers would understand what he meant by that. Yes, sabotage was allowed. Should someone reach the top first to grasp the flag, another could very easily take it off them should they wish to take the risk. "Oh, and, if you fall and die then that's your own fault. Every man and woman for themself." He pats the hard leather of his chest before standing up, touching one of the cold beams of the ferris wheel. When enough people gather, he will shout to them to start.