Babylon (babylonya) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-15 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan sayers, jessa despereaux |
Who: Babylon & Jessa
What: Having a day
When: Thursday, early afternoon
Where: Food Tent
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Babylon was already bone tired, and it was only Thursday! Who would have believed life on the carnival would be so much work? Some of the girls doing the burlesque shows made it look so effortless! But then, they had the advantage of having been on the road doing this for a while, so they didn't spend all their free time trying to scrounge up materials and fabric, nor did they stay up until all hours sewing their own costumes. They already had their acts figured out, and knew what they were wearing when. At worst, they might have to mend a spot here or there if they couldn't get anyone in the costume truck to do it for them. But Babylon was doing all of that for herself, on top of crafting a better performance every week. She really didn't want to muck this up and have to go back to being a streetwalker for as long as her looks and youth lasted her. Woefully uninformed about the nature of her race, the succubus hadn't figured out yet that so long as she fed her sexual needs regularly, she would never look a day past the very bloom of young adulthood. Ignorance, in this case, was not bliss.
Her eyes were still slightly puffy and red from crying earlier when she realized her dancing shoes were coming apart at the seams. She felt some days as if whenever she was close to catching up with herself, something else would crop up to harsh her peace of mind. Babylon knew she would get over this. Somehow she would perservere, and at some point it would get better. But right now she was new, still had very few friends beyond a couple of friendly acquaintances, and she hadn't been able to save a penny yet. It was just stress, and it would pass, she told herself. Or maybe she was having a day. One of those days. Although her rudimentary ovaries were incapable of producing ova, she still underwent cyclical hormonal changes, and even a bit of spotting, of all things! So it was safe to say Babylon was feeling highly emotional today.
The fact that there had been no more sunrises with Craig yet surely had absolutely nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with this decidedly emo mood at all. The very idea was preposterous. About as preposterous as all the different kinds of tea and the shiny new teapot sitting in her trailer, unused.
Feeling somewhat weak, Babylon decided a little sojourn to the food tent was indispensable. Yes, she did feel the other kind of hunger some of the time, even though technically she could live off of sex alone. It was safe to say that, after having to sell her body to strangers for money for the last couple of years, any adolescent thrill at the prospect of living off of sex was gone, if not outright stillborn. Most of the time it would be a chore, if it wasn't for her succubus nature making it so insanely good that going without would really not be an option. But that only kicked in during the act itself, which still left a very jaded, disinterested Babylon going through the motions to ensnare his food, as it were. What she was feeling now was plain, ordinary low blood sugar.
She got herself a coffee and a few warm pastries someone had just brought in and sat near a corner where she could people watch. Babylon took off her blue and white hoodie. She was wearing a simple sleeveless tee in a silky fabric underneath that must have been the hottest shade of hot pink imaginable to the human eye. Her hair was a wild flaming mane around her face today.