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WHO: Gar and Sioux
WHAT: Gar's day off, he's sleeping.
WHERE: Gar's trailer on the lot.
WHEN: Today.
WARNINGS: Unknown at this point.
STATUS: Open and in progress
Sunday morning on the Lot and it was quiet, as it should be. The Carnival was closed and quiet for the day, and most of it's residents and denizens were asleep in their dens, either with or without someone, or something beside them. The serene silence of the morning could be broken if you happened by Gar's trailer. He was in residence, but sound asleep and snoring loudly enough to be heard outside the tin walls of his trailer. If you ventured in, an untidy scene would meet your eyes, but it wasn't as bad as usual. There were no dirty food encrusted dishes and pans around, just two large piles of clothing on the floor in the kitchen area. One was clean, one was dirty. The garbage was all in a tall can near the door, but it needed to be emptied.
Gar himself, was sprawled out on the king sized bed in the back of the trailer, completely naked and partially covered in a tangle of sheets and blankets. He was on his side, facing out of the bed that now sported dark red gauzy curtains hung around it. He was dreaming as was evident by the occasionally twitch of his face or a limb. He would mutter now and then, but it didn't appear to be a nightmare. Slow breathing and snores, and a very large, dangerous body at rest. This was all he had planned for that day, the nights in the tent and on the Midway had been a special sort of crazy lately, and even though he was immortal, he still got bone tired from wrangling humanity night after night. If nothing disturbed his slumber, it was very likely this would be how Sunday would be spent, not working as the Lord had always wanted it.
WHAT: Gar's day off, he's sleeping.
WHERE: Gar's trailer on the lot.
WHEN: Today.
WARNINGS: Unknown at this point.
STATUS: Open and in progress
Sunday morning on the Lot and it was quiet, as it should be. The Carnival was closed and quiet for the day, and most of it's residents and denizens were asleep in their dens, either with or without someone, or something beside them. The serene silence of the morning could be broken if you happened by Gar's trailer. He was in residence, but sound asleep and snoring loudly enough to be heard outside the tin walls of his trailer. If you ventured in, an untidy scene would meet your eyes, but it wasn't as bad as usual. There were no dirty food encrusted dishes and pans around, just two large piles of clothing on the floor in the kitchen area. One was clean, one was dirty. The garbage was all in a tall can near the door, but it needed to be emptied.
Gar himself, was sprawled out on the king sized bed in the back of the trailer, completely naked and partially covered in a tangle of sheets and blankets. He was on his side, facing out of the bed that now sported dark red gauzy curtains hung around it. He was dreaming as was evident by the occasionally twitch of his face or a limb. He would mutter now and then, but it didn't appear to be a nightmare. Slow breathing and snores, and a very large, dangerous body at rest. This was all he had planned for that day, the nights in the tent and on the Midway had been a special sort of crazy lately, and even though he was immortal, he still got bone tired from wrangling humanity night after night. If nothing disturbed his slumber, it was very likely this would be how Sunday would be spent, not working as the Lord had always wanted it.