CLOSED (carnaval_mod) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-10-12 18:19:00 |
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On the carnival lot outside Empire City, Oklahoma
Accompanying yet another morning in Empire City was the promise of opportunity, and even more of it given that it was now the weekend. Stops Carnaval de la Lumière didn't even know it had were being pulled out to make the most of its stay in Stephens County. Spidora had made her debut on Tuesday, Frog Boy on Wednesday and Gorilla Girl on Thursday. Some industrious individual had even crafted a pair of extra legs for the cow they'd taken from Bathsheba. All so that they could make a dime showing off a six legged cow - they never said all the legs were real. Tell your friends and the joke's on them! Although still early, it was shaping up to be a fine day. It was cooler than the previous weekend but there were no complaints. Not when there were still rubes out there who needed to be parted from their money.. unless of course it was they who had been parted from their money. All this entrepreneurial spirit wasn't without its casualties amongst the carnies themselves, and some had been fixated on the strangest of things. But for the most part, Carnaval de la Lumière buzzed with preparations and expectations of another day's money making rather than any grumblings. That was, until the crowd appeared at the entrance to the carnival lot. Carnaval de la Lumière was an hour away from opening, at least, and this crowd was only eager for one thing. And it wasn't candy apples. The pitchforks kind of gave it away before they even had to open their mouths. The carnival 'bosses' - Art and Carl - were quick to mobilise themselves and a string of roughy, rousty and anything-along-the-way stock to hopefully placate, or at least counter, the mob at their entrance. Discussions were managed and the decision was made to quit with the preparations and begin with the opposite. Eyes were definitely on the carnival folk as they went about taking down and packing away the carnival lot, and some tense moments were had when townsfolk offered their assistance. Scuffles were an inevitability as members of both sides out for a fight clashed, but there were enough others with level heads (for some of the carny folk, for the first time in over a week) to break them up. It may have taken Carnaval de la Lumière an angry mob to come to its senses, but come to its senses it did. Packing up both lots in one sitting with the now looming threat of the full moon was daunting, but with all hands on deck the members of Carnaval de la Lumière were victorious. Covered in more layers of dust and sweat than even the rousties were accustomed to, they piled into cars, trucks and trailers - all hitched up and ready to go. Their departure came with a sort of a fanfare, though this one was of insults, rocks and generally less pleasant things. As they left the mob behind, its howls were replaced by some of their own... |