Dr. Juliet Carlson (it_worked) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-29 01:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), ~juliet carlson |
Who: Juliet & Open!
Where: The ambulance car, which is sitting amongst the other trailers.
When: Saturday Morning, just after breakfast.
What: Juliet attempts to organise the medical supplies they have on hand, she's looking through the truck.
Warnings: TBC - imagine none
Status: Open; on-going.
Days seemed to merge into one another, that wasn't an entirely new thing, Juliet had worked what'd seemed endless hours at the hospital before – but the care of her son, that in particular had forced to her remain grounded, focused. To know where he had to be, school and other lessons. Her ex-husband wasn't exactly absent, but he tended to let his schedule get the better of him. Now the strange, endless stretch of days seemed to collide without these things; there was structure by all means, opening hours, the big top shows- performers needing to be in various places, everything was run by the watch. Still, Juliet found herself staring out at the brilliantly blue sky as she waited for someone to purchase a try at her game. The game was 'easy' or it had the appearance of being an easy game to win at. It was rigged, of course, not all of the pins would fall as easily as others, weighting making it difficult to have all the pins tumble at the pitch of a ball. But more often than not the people that came to have their turn, were not too troubled by losing, the mood already high after the experience of wandering the carnival thus far Aside from someone who idly ran a fixed game, Juliet wanted to help, be a part of the medical team if she was stuck here. They'd been needed recently, the rescue of some of the carnival's young women had not been without it's injuries, which she and others had worked to patch up, though it had been nothing serious. Today however whilst things were quiet, she'd assigned herself a project, the slightly rusty but stocked up 'ambulance' car was the location in which she'd already spent an hour, putting together an inventory, to be certain they had everything they could at their disposal, and they'd know when they needed to stock up. Along with a sheet of paper for noting the presence or conversely the need for further supplies, Juliet had read the note and collected herself a small leather-bound book too. She now sat on the edge of the opening to the medical truck, turning the book over, abandoning the list for now. |