Re: [Carnival: Hannah & Zoe]
She didn't know about black holes. Hannah didn't, but she thought there was something special about the girl in front of her. But that wasn't anything, not a weird ability or anything that made Hannah special, feeling that. It was just a sense, intuition. Her intuition had always been really, really good, and this was a strange, strange girl. But Hannah liked that. She liked people who weren't fronts and false, and this girl seemed genuine through and through.
"Okay," Hannah said. "Performances. The tent is this way," and that brief tug, and then she let go of Zoe's fingers and hoped the girl would follow.
Hannah was supposed to smile and flirt and win-over the wealthy visitors that came from beyond Repose, to make them want to invest in CARNEM's pet project. She was supposed to seduce pockets with a smile, but she wasn't really about that. She liked things like this. She liked finding interesting people, and she walked ahead of the girl and turned to look at her as she walked; Hannah knew this terrain perfectly, and she fully expected people to move out of the way before she blindly bumped into them.
"I don't perform. I wish I did! The performers are amazing. I'll show you," she promised. "I just walk around and talk to people," she said, and she pointed out a few others like herself, working the crowd with a smile. "We keep people interested and entertained between shows, so they don't get bored and leave," she said truthfully. "Do you have a name?" she added, the question as unfocused and airy as the rest of her.
As she walked backwards, her smile was a thing lost in gauze, and Hannah wasn't entirely present, but she never, ever was, and she knew that was kind of disconcerting sometimes. But it was dark and outside, and she was always a little lost in the evenings.