carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

September 2nd, 2011

carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need? And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed? Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til you cannot lie still. In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill. Come feed the rain, 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust. Yeah, feed the rain, 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust.

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September 2nd, 2011

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WHO: Izabela and Gar
WHAT: Someone told him to come visit, so she gets a visit from an angel
WHERE: The freak show tent
WHEN: Night, during carnival hours
RATING: Medium-ish. Language and mention of seduction.
STATUS: Complete

It was a night off for Gar, and thus far, a lonely, markless, sexless night. )
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