Outfit
There was a festival of some sort going on, booths set up on either side of the sidewalk full of food, games and merchandise that was intended to draw the people into the long the strip, and boy did it work. People of all ages flocked the street, filling their guts with the cheap food as kids screamed for unwinnable prizes. It was not her typical scene, but life got boring when you were stuck inside all day, and Sigfrid was in need of a bit of excitement.
Sticking out like a sore thumb, she would make her way towards one of the game booths, lifting a brow as she took in the many glass bowls filled with both water and fish. The objective of the game was to land one of the four plastic balls you were given into the bowl, and you would make off with a new pet fish that was most definitely going to die in the next 48 hours. In fact, she was pretty sure she saw some dead ones floating around now.
A cruel game, but probably the only one that had the chance of being one.
Paying the ten bucks needed to play, Sigfrid would aim her throw for one of the bowls, tossing the ball lightly only to have it fly to the left. Straightening in surprise, she would attempt a second time, only to have it bounce along several glasses and land out of bounds again. Lips tightening in some frustration, she would throw the third with a bit more force, watching it clang at the very edge of a glass and fly over her head right into some passing strangers head.