Connie sighed as she walked to the carnival's gate and fairway entrance with a small pad and pen in one hand, carrying a small purse on her other shoulder with a tiny digital recorder inside. A roll of her eyes followed the sigh as she heard the all-too-familiar carnival organ music.<br/><br/>"Wow, looks like every carnival I've ever seen," Connie thought to herself as she entered, looking around to see certain games of chance and small rides but very few people. She was actually excited about this being that her assignment from the City Connection entertainment paper was to write a review on the carnival, letting the paper's free readers get an idea of what fun they could have at a place like this. "Very little," Connie thought as she looked around.<br/><br/>There was the tiniest of brisk winds as the evening was approaching and Connie pulled the unbuttoned halves of her light purple cardigan over the black sleeveless t-shirt she wore underneath. If she knew it was going to be this chilly with the wind, she would have decided to wear something a little warmer - like a jacket. Connie was happy she decided to wear jeans at least with a wide brown grommet belt, tucked into a pair of brown designer boots she bought herself for getting the job, albeit a junior writer one, at the paper.<br/><br/>Looking for someone that she could talk to about the carnival, she walked up to one of the games, a simple ring-toss game but the rings were quite small and were difficult to flick towards the waiting posts. Tucking her pen and paper into her purse, she decided that she should at least try some of the things the carnival had to offer.