It was nice he didn't ask any questions about the car. As any sane person knows an assistant manager at a coffee shop doesn't make enough money to cover the price tag of this particular car. Once I was old enough to have the trust transitioned into my name I decided to spoil myself. I think I deserved to have something nice. It wasn't such an outrageous price. I mean it was, but it was more like a drop in the bucket compared to what I have. It's unfortunate that the people my parents trusted me to be watched over didn't treat me so well or the money for that matter. They were supposed to spend it on things for me and yet whatever they paid for I never really saw it. Even though Azrael wanted to punish them I told him to not to worry about it. What's done is done. Besides I hired a firm I trusted to look into my finances and let them work on trying to recuperate the damages. All would be well I am sure of it. I should spend the money and do some good work like my parents did, but that got them killed. Like they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Getting to the park didn't really take long. Leaving the city and winding down the roads with hardly any traffic we made it to the park just in time. Leading us through the entry and getting our snazzy red bands around our wrists I couldn't help but notice how the man purposefully tried to keep away from the crowd. Finding a map of the park I give it to him, noticing that if he focused on this, he didn't focus on the people around him. Tilting my head to the side I mutter softly so not everyone in the park hears our conversation.

"I'm not much of a fan when it comes to large crowds either. I actually kicked a guy once when he was behind me, he was too close. Horse issues I guess. Your cat ever react to something it didn't like while you were human?"

No one told me that my animal half would try to bring over its behavior problems to my human side. I mean kicking someone because they are too close, probably an overreaction. I mean I won't doubt that one bit. But let's talk about sugar. Sugar has always been a struggle for me, but now as part horse...well damn I was screwed. We had these delicious sugar cubes and various sugary treats. I hid some of the sugar cubes around the cafe so I could give myself a treat while I worked. But I also did it on purpose, because Alexander didn't approve of me eating so much sweets and Frost would eat all the sugar cubes he could get his grimy fingers on. Those are my sugar cubes dammnit. Okay, they technically belonged to the café, but...I worked there so it counts. I wonder if being a predator there were times when they acted predatory. Weird question to ask the King of the West I know, but I was curious.

Looking down I watch as his finger starts on the West side of the map and go clockwise around the park. I think that's pretty good choice. Looking up I notice along the different pathways there were different signs proclaiming which direction each path would take you. Since he didn't mention riding the train I'm going to assume he's fine with walking. Walking is good, walking never killed anyone...I think. Seeing a rusted brown sign with the letters formed by old rope spelling out 'Wild West.' Setting the map back on the stand I head towards the pathway with the rusted sign, gesturing for Tetradore to follow. As we head down the path it's pretty clear to see that the park wanted to display the West with the typical backdrop and setting. You got cactus plants, old worn wooden fences with barbwire between each post. Not to mention tumbleweeds, busted wagons, and various western characters about, oh and let's not forget some sort of western twang sound with your typical fiddle, banjo, washboard, and yes...the infamous sound of someone blowing over a jug. There were various families walking by with a variety of aged children. Brooding teens that didn't want to be there with smiling and encouraging parents trying to make their teenager smile. Some parents being tugged by their smaller, noisy children. And then there were young adults walking in packs going whichever way they pleased. Looking around for one ride in particular I noticed the various non-roller coaster as we walked by. The tumbleweed tea cups, sheriff's shooting range with toy guns with targets that moved or stayed still, with various toys one could win. There was even a ride where you could try riding a bucking bronco or a mechanical bull. Oh goodie. The sound of screams caught my attention as we turned the corner. Looking up I can see the wooden twists and turns of a colorful wagon shooting various people through the track. Giving him a gleeful grin I speak up with some information about the ride.

"This is the Outlaw Run, drop is 163 feet, top speed average between 68 mph. It's the steepest drop for a wooden roller coaster, and you get not one, but 3 twist upside down, and it's the world's first and only double barrel roll. This is a pretty good introductory ride I think...if you're up for it."

I raise one eyebrow at him to see if he would accept the invitation to try his first roller coaster ride, and then start heading towards the line that had a sign calling out anyone with a red band, to enter the fast pass lane.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable