Jonas (darkcarnie_gar) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-07 16:34:00 |
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Current mood: | busy |
Entry tags: | !open (20), ~jamie davies, ~jonas winston |
Home sweet home
WHO: Jonas and Jamie Davies
WHERE: Back Lot
WHEN: Early one morning.
WHAT: Jonas starts to build his new home.
WARNINGS: Not likely
STATUS: In Progress
After spending his first couple of nights sleeping under the stars in either the bed of his truck, or in the cramped, tiny cab, Jonas had decided that it was time to start to build a more permanent, and comfortable place to start sleeping. Luckily, he was good at building things, and had intimate knowledge of campers, trucks and the like in the distant future, so he would be able to hopefully scrounge what he needed in this barren place to build it. So far three days of looking and begging had gotten him enough boards to lay down in the bed of the truck to make a platform with storage space underneath it. Finally it would be a flat, wooden place to sleep on, and in the corners of the bed of the truck, he erected four vertical fence posts to hold a tarp overhead for the time being, by the time it was sack time tonight, he hoped to have at least a frame up, and canvas over his head and down the sides. it wasn't like he was going to be entertaining anyone in a romantic sense anytime soon, but it would be nice to be concealed enough to strip down and sleep in the buff as was his habit.
He was pleased that slowly it was getting around the camp, and common knowledge that the reason for the long hair and earrings in both ears was the fact he was a Gypsy. It was sort of odd to be calling himself what he knew in the future would be considered a racial slur, but he wasn't sure it was his place to start the correction of the down trodden masses and instruct them to call him Romani. He wasn't a Romani, so perhaps the Gypsy, wanderer moniker was best after all. Few people were up this early, mostly the rousties, roughies and those that saw to the animals. He put his nose to the wind, and even over the smell of dust that never went away, he could smell food being cooked. His stomach gave a growl, and he made himself refocus on home building while he had the rare free time. He knew it could be over in a flash if the Boss or Management called for him to take care of some matter or the other.