Devon (fireup) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-19 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | cole, devon rasmussen |
Who: Devon and Cole
What: Sneaking around the Carnival
When: Night
Where: Around the main area
Rating: TBD. Probably colorful language on Devon's part
Status: Incomplete
There was an odd pulse in the evening air, a beat that in all probability was normal to the Carnival, but a beat that Devon found unique, and therefore worthy of very reasonable caution. The place was busy that night, and he could feel more of its energy now than he had during the afternoon when he'd first set his sight on it. The many lanterns and candles matched the brightness of the music that poured out of a tent nearby. The rhythm of feet on the ground struck a certain pace, and the irritatingly grating laughter of a group of girls passing nearby added just the right backbeat.
This energy ebbed and flowed with an unfamiliarity that compelled Devon to remain extremely wary of his surroundings while he searched for any sign of his brother. That was, after all, the entire reason he was here. He was beyond the initial shock he'd felt months ago, when he'd first seen the Carnival poster displaying the dragonman spectacle which had finally led him here. But if there'd ever been a time when he would have been overjoyed to hear his brother was still alive, any notion of relief had by now been suffocated by the realization that their many years of separation were all because of Dracon. An ugliness had been expanding through him with relentless consistency for months, filling his mind with thumping, incessant force. It was the one thing, one thing alone, that stood huddled in some miraculously protected chamber of his heart - his anger, as fierce and as bright as any of his emotions. The one certainty that didn't carry taint. The one thing that held meaning for him now. The reason. The reason for anything that now seemed worthwhile. It was anger. And it felt. So. Good. So strong. Sustaining, when it was the only thing to hold to.
When he found his brother... well, he hadn't decided what he was going to do to him yet. Oh, he had, of course, seen each possibility in turn, his mind weighing up each one and not entirely satisfying himself enough with it before he started the next thought. The reel of ideas continued now, and carried on like this, a series of snap-second possibilities being rolled on and backtracked and repeated until he might be able to decide exactly how he was going to deal with the one had ran away. He just knew that when the time came, the more devastation he could inflict, the better the results would be. The better he would feel, too. Perhaps he would get some of his heart back in the hearts-blood that every fiber in his body was hungry to spill, in one way or another, sooner or later.
Very little of this translated through his outward appearance that evening. In fact, he could hardly have looked more normal, preferring not to call attention to himself. A woolen jacket was slung over a hooded sweater, topping a pair of worn jeans, and boots which had more merit in their solid practicality than any intention of fashion. He was congruously grim amidst the dark-themed atmosphere, for all appearances, or so he thought, a man with barely an unpleasant thought in his head.
He committed to mind a mental map of the area as he strode through it, no fear in his footsteps, no hesitation to speak of, just an intense sense of awareness mixed with unwavering determination. His expression was one of tight-lipped concentration, turning his eyes into sharp, dangerous things that took in the sight of every stall and every game, focused on nothing in particular yet everything at once. Ears were tuned into voices near and far. There was an alarming burst of terrified screams somewhere on the other side of the Carnival - maybe from the haunted house he'd passed a way back - the direction in which Devon instinctively cut a knife-edged gaze, pausing in mid-step and remaining poised for several crucial seconds.
What, in all of hell, had ever drawn one of his kind to live with all this.