Re: [Carnival: Mars, Jamie, Si, David, Hannah]
"What a group of cheerful revelers," said David, as he came through the gate. The ominous, leering head at the end of the walk caught his eye. "Into the devil's mouth we go."
This bubbly group of carnival-goers was all in black, and David did nothing to break the trend. His work boots had been obtained secondhand somewhere, and he wore the same pair of dark jeans he'd seemingly had on since he walked into town. His hair was finger-combed, a little wild, and he wore only nondescript black sweatshirt against the cold.
He knew about CARNEM, and he knew Hannah didn't seem herself, a little windbitten and colorful as the grave. He hadn't spent much time with Si since he'd come into town, and he looked as bad as he usually did. His eyes lingered too long on the dark thumbprints under his eyes to pretend he hadn't noticed them, but David never bothered with pretending he didn't see things. As for himself, he was the same as he'd been when he saw them last, paler and rougher around the edges than a distant memory of himself, when Molly was alive, with a stare that cut straight through. Since he'd last seen them, he had killed men, of course. Some, like the man in the woods, had even made it to the news.
His step was light, and his tone was cheerful enough. He was game for the carnival, even if he was only there to see the family and make sure this didn't go like the last outing he'd been on with Hannah.