Anna Milton (outofheaven) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-04 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), ~anna milton, ~diana tregarde |
Who: Anna (Milton) and OTA
Where: around the carnival
When: shortly after Anna's arrival
What: Anna's wandering, but she's not lost.
Warnings: none, I would assume
Status: Open!
Anna was fascinated by this place. She'd been stationed on earth for 2000 years, and she'd loved observing human rituals like this one. A carnival. There were rides and games and shows and concessions. She loved the smells of popcorn and candy and animals and even dust. The lights flashed and winked, and the carousel played its disjointed song. She smiled and wandered. Better than Heaven. Better than whatever punishment the angels had had in mind for her. She apparently had a show later (tightrope walker? really?), but for now her time was her own. She stopped to watch the talker outside the freak show. The people gathered around looked both excited and repulsed, and she smiled a little. Humans. She wondered if she were allowed on the rides. She'd love to sit on one of the pretty carousel horses and go around and around, up and down. It seemed silly, but it was experiences just like that that made her regret being an angel. The thrill of a carnival was a human thrill, and it was as foreign to an angel as any other joy, small or large. With a regretful sigh she moved on. Maybe another time. If she were truly stuck here, as all signs seemed to indicate, then she had plenty of time. Nothing but time, and (it seemed) no one to spend it with. How angelic. |