Shame

Arty chuckles quietly in response. The admiration of the Wonderbolts was commonplace, and he wasn't surprised that she knew their flight patterns. What was surprising was how willing she was to use him as a seat... Hey, he wasn't complaining... Perhaps it was the painful weight on his knees and shoulders that distracted him... Maybe he just didn't care altogether and was just happy he was here with his idol. He looks up, smiling when he sees her excited expression, looking away before she notices. The planes spun and twisted through the air with incredible grace, just as Dash had done on the show, it truly was a wondrous sight.

Arty chuckled at her attempts. "Here!" He laughs, kneeling down so she can hop up. He stands back up as she gets comfy, letting uer engine the sound of the jets as they begin to take off. He took note of the fact that he had brought her here, he had no intention of seeing the jets, only for her to see them. He silently curses as he realizes he hasn't been thinking through his actions. Yet all the while, he was having an amazing time with her... Perhaps it was for the best?

This is essentially my airship, the fins spread out straight so the canons can fire, of which there are 30, so... Clockwork Armstrong? Anypony? No? Well then, I'll roll in some new types of canonballs, how does incendiary shells sound? I think it'll be fun! Open your mind to the technological possibilities~!!!

Arty chuckled at the words, turning to look at her now frustrated face. "I'm weird?" He then sees that she has hopped onto her tippy toes, which gives him an idea. "I could make it weirder... Wanna sit on my shoulders so you can see?" He pats his shoulder twice in emphasis.

As the cars finished crossing, he revved his engine, taking off as the light changed, nearly spinning his tires. Pushing the speed limit was nothing new to him, but he was fully aware of it as he sped down the road, closing in on the base. They wouldn't have the time for a speeding ticket, they had to get to the show, he didn't want to be late! It was the last show they would make in Boston, it had to happen now. They skidded into the last parking spot seemingly in the whole place. he got out quickly and locked the car, waving her to hurry as he jogged off past the car in front making his way to the ticket booth, where a middle aged woman sat looking rather cross. He came to a stop and took out his wallet. "How much for two adults?" He panted after the words ran from his mouth, shuffling through the bills "[colour=#ff0000]Sold out.[/colour]" She replies dryly, the hint of a life spent smoking grinding through her voice. "S-Sold out?" "[colour=#ff0000]Yeah, no more tickets.[/colour]" "But it's an outdoor show! How do you run out of tickets!" "[colour=#ff0000]Easy, all the tickets were bought before you got here.[/colour]" She crosses her arms and glares at Arty. He pauses for a second, looking down, racking his brain. It immediately comes to his mind that Dash is standing right next to him... This sparks an idea. He reaches down subtly with his right hand, taking hers, intertwining their fingers. "Look, I took her all the way down here from On-Cape, her family just moved her from France, she barely speaks a lick of English, and all she's ever wanted to do since she first heard of them as a child, was to see the Blue Angels... How can you tell her she can't see them, when we've come this far?" He gives her his most sincere expression ever, moving both his hands in gesturing, taking hers with his, making sure the woman in the booth saw. After a few moments of silence, she scoffs. "[colour=#ff0000]Fifty bucks.[/colour]" "Fif-!?" He bites his tongue, drawing out a $50 bill and sliding it under the window as she prints out two tickets and hands them back. "[colour=#ff0000]Enjoy the show, lover boy~...[/colour]" She grinds out the words, followed by a hideous chuckle... More like a cackle. He switches to a far more casual holding of hands, and takes Dash along with her, handing the tickets to a man who lets the group into the open area just past the hangars, being held back by a rope fence. He struggles to see over the adults in front, sighing under his breath as he thinks of a solution.

"Red light." He states bluntly, looking over to her before his mind catches up from his daydream and he points up to the hanging light above the intersection. "We gotta wait until all the other cars go, then me can go." He clears his throat in necessity and reclines in his seat as best he can, leaning down and pressing the button on the radio, immediately starting up with his iPod, some swing, as is preferred. He softly taps the wheel to the smooth beat of 'Ring a ding-ding' by Frank Sinatra, a small smile spreading as he hums the words quietly.

Arty chuckles, he found it a bit cute... But as the laugh faded, it struck him how childish her mind would operate, considering her normal world... He down shifted as they came to a light, he slows to a stop and lets out a disheartened "Pshooo..." He looks off out the window, away from Dash, he was having a hard time sorting himself in such a world-shaking event.

"I've never seen these guys fly before, supposedly it's an amazing sight, considering the jets they fly... I guess it'll be cool..." He punctuates his statement with a shrug, weaving through traffic as they speed along the highway.

Despite the overwhelming noise the car produced, the inside was rather quiet, this led to a rather awkward silence, which Arty attempted to break with a forced clearing of his throat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vi9ZdJnDUE ^ The best imaginable song for Volk http://herzeleid.com/en/lyrics/reise_reise/reise_reise <--- Makes more sense with the lyrics translated. But even without the words, it feels gloomy and powerful, like the duo does together. It is very obvious what he is saying in the chorus though, at least at the beginning/most prominent part: "Reise, reise, seeman reise" or 'Rise, rise, seaman rise' is meant as a wake-up/battle stations call for sailors. It just feels way too perfect in my mind. *shrugs*

"We're gonna be late to the show!!!" He turns, absentmindedly grabbing her hand and leading her quickly to the door guiding her through as he grabs his keys. He closes and locks the door as the car starts, remote starters save the day again! He unlocks the car door and sits down, putting the key in the ignition and putting it in reverse, letting her sit before backing out of the now-open garage door. He floors it off down the street, making his way to the airfield.

I don't believe so, and he is taking Dash to a Blue Angels performance~! ...Colette? Naw, he didn't check...