CLOSED (carnaval_mod) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-08-31 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !scene |
Outside Avery, Oklahoma
The convoy made its way lazily along the highway. The mid-late afternoon sun was trapped behind a sheet of grey cloud which only seemed to make the afternoon more oppressive, and the breeze appeared to exist only to indolently blow the dust around. The world around the convoy was flat in every direction and its train of mismatched trucks, vans, trailers, carts and cars seemed to be the only life within it. A few buildings dotted the landscape and there was, perhaps, the grey-brown silhouette of a town in the distance along the road, but the convoy was the only thing moving. As they moved further along the road, the clouds decided to depart with a little of their load. Large drops fell onto the dust covered chassis and cabs of the trucks and cars, and on the men riding in the back of them. As large as the drops were, though, they too fell lazily. Nothing would come away from this rain any cleaner than it arrived. In the distance one of the cars was stopped off the road and a few men in tired looking work overalls, shirts and caps were waiting in the 'rain', ready to direct the vehicles off the road and onto the lot. It was an abandoned farm, just one of many in the district surrounding Avery. As the bigger trucks made their way onto the lot, the convoy snaked around, moving slowly enough for men to jump off and follow at a brisk walk, ready to start their work as soon as the motors idled. They did, one by one, as trucks with trailers were directed into a line. The trailers were uncoupled quickly and the trucks moved on to other locations where their contents was required More and more people began to materialise on the lot as the cars and vans trickled in. The biggest concentration of bodies was the group of rousties (and rubes) pitching the cookhouse tent. It still wasn't up by the time the reefer arrived, though. Elsewhere on the back lot, performers stood in the doorways of trailers, avoiding the raindrops. Others were attempting to raise smaller tents, small trucks still moved through the lot with supplies, and animals started being tended to. A couple of roustabouts were digging a ditch for the latrines, while another was up by the abandoned farm house trying to coax some water out of a pump. If you weren't seen to be doing anything there was a reasonable chance you soon would be.. |