Evening 5th Who: Esme & Marco What: Huntsman When: Evening 5th Where: The Midway Rating: TBA.
Esme hadn't slept. What was new? She rarely slept and when she did, it was only a few hours before she'd wake herself up from a nightmare. It had been worse since the hunters had attacked. Her nightmares always brought her back to the cave she'd been chained in, but now the cave had new faces to torture. And she didn't really feel like telling anybody, they'd only worry. Instead she busied herself with work to keep her mind off it.
Cambodia was beautiful. The nature lover in her was thrilled with the jungle creeping in and taking back the old temples on the land and the sweet smell of flowers on the wind. So she decided to start setting up earlier than usual. Padding out bare foot towards the Midway with her little box of face paints. White dress blowing in the wind. Making her look more like a little ghost than a shape shifter. But she was always a happy little ghost. Humming softly to herself as she set up the little stall, being careful not to move too violently because her side did still hurt a little with more exaggerated movements.
The stall already had signs up, brightly painted murals and 'Face Painting' written in her curly hand writing. A tall seat and table set up beneath it, because Esme wasn't the tallest girl. If she'd sat down to paint people she'd end up having to reach up all night to work. It seemed oddly homey for such a small area. Mainly due to the wolf's bright smiling face and large amount of nervous energy, always welcoming people into her home away from home. Which was really her coping mechanism for finding people, in general, to be rather scary. She figured being super nice would stop people from being to mean.