isaac lahey (donthaveanyone) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-09 20:41:00 |
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1930... something. Isaac looked around with a blank expression on his face. 1930 what? To be honest, he had only been partially listening to the spiel he had been given. He lifted a hand, scratching the back of his head as he just openly stared at the tents and... circus crap. Maybe he was in shock. He was pretty sure this was what shock felt like. Were there any weird side-effects to time travel? Were his grandparents even alive? Wait- was a war going on? Isaac's blue eyes widened and he looked around with a little more purpose. No. There weren't any wars during the 1930s. He wasn't the best history student, but Isaac was pretty confident in that conclusion. So no war. But still way, way in the past. Like, impossibly far in the past. The man who had explained it all to him didn't seem that worried about it - which was just as weird as the whole... being dragged into the past thing itself. Isaac tried to wrap his mind around it again and failed. He looked down at the ground; it didn't look different than the ground in his own town. He furrowed his brow; why would the ground look different, anyway? It was the 1930s, not the Cretaceous Period.
He looked at the tents and bit his lower lip. This was insane. Like, lock you up in a padded room and throw away the key insane. They just dumped him here and expected him to live in a tent and work in a carnival? Like a creepy carnie dude taking tickets for a ferris wheel ride? He was trying to stay calm. Stay calm, don't freak out. It's just the 1930s. It's just, you know, eighty years ago. Yeah, Isaac was pretty sure even his grandparents hadn't been born yet. And try as he might, there was no way he could actually wrap his mind around all of this. At least he wasn't hyperventilating. Or screaming. Or anything crazy that would just add to the crazy experience of actually being here. Instead, the tall, lanky teenager just sort of stood in one place and looked around, utterly lost and more than a little overwhelmed. It was still sinking in. He was still wearing his own clothing, jeans and a sweater with sneakers, holding onto the... costume he had been given. Because that's all it was to him - a costume. People didn't dress like that anymore. That hat was kinda cool though.
Eventually, he would have to go to the tent he had been assigned. He would have to interact with other people. But for now, Isaac was content (sort of) to just stand there and gape. It felt like a dream, one he was sure he would wake up from eventually. Maybe that's what this was. Maybe he was just sleeping through history class right now - which would explain the weird back-in-time thing. The bell would ring and he would wake up and Allison would judge him for sleeping through class yet again. He just had to wake up. Which he was sure he would do. Any minute now. Any minute. /div>