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Tweak says, "cryin for a son"

thegreatdrake (thegreatdrake) wrote in carnaval_logs,
@ 2013-10-15 09:29:00

Entry tags:

!open (20), ~nathan drake, ~ned

Who: Nate and OTA
Where: Around the stunt cyclists' trailer
When: Morning
What: Nate decides to sketch the layout.
Warnings: None?
Status: Incomplete

Nate shifted in his spot atop his and Kara's trailer. He'd been exploring the camp a bit more since coming to the understanding that he was not going anywhere except where the circus wanted him. He'd met some people, but mostly kept to himself, sketching acts, visitors, vehicles, and the various structures in the camp. But the one thing he had yet to do, because of the lack of taller, climbable structures, was sketch the layout. He wanted to have something to keep track of where everything was (not that he'd forget, with a memory like his), just so he'd have it documented in his journal.

The sun felt good on his neck and shoulders. It wasn't too hot, but a bit breezy with a warm sun. He bent over his journal, leaving it in shadow as he worked. He glanced up occasionally to reorient himself, but it only took a second. The whole thing felt familiar. He'd been missing home, missing Sully and Elena, but sketching always brought him back, made him feel like he was just on another adventure. He sighed, catching his lip between his teeth and worrying it as he worked.

It wasn't the same, but it was calming to get back to one of the things he did best. For now he could pretend as he listened the the people moving about below him.

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baker_of_pies
2013-10-16 04:46 am UTC (link)

Following the whole angry mob business, Ned had left the cookhouse about as much as he'd left it before. Which was to say, not much. But today he had a task that couldn't really be completed within any of the confines of the tent - the washing of one of his sets of clothes. He had them bundled up in one arm now, as he strode the back lot in search of a washboard and tub.

Being quite tall and at a distance, Ned spied the figure of a man atop one of the accommodation trailers. He wondered if that figure might be able to spy a washboard and tub from his vantage point. If he couldn't, then Ned would keep looking as he had been. It was turning out to be a nice day, he couldn't deny that, and things at Goldthwaite seemed a lot calmer and hopefully without chance of an angry mob. As he approached the trailer he slowed and stood a moment, considering how to address the rooftop dweller.

"Uh," he began. "You up there!" Ned didn't intend to be rude, but he felt it would be easy enough for the man on the roof to assume he was speaking with someone else, as he was no longer in view, if he simply uttered 'excuse me'. "Hi," he added for good measure, though.

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thegreatdrake
2013-10-17 09:52 am UTC (link)

Nate was just starting his sketch of the main tent when he heard the male voice call out. He glanced down at him. "Uh... me?" He looked around, making sure he was the one being addressed, before looking back at the fairly tall guy staring up at him. You never knew in this place. People called out to each other all the time. "Hey."

Nate hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to any of the men in the camp. He'd spent most of his time bothering Kara while teaching her how to play poker and visiting Diana when he got the chance. He didn't have good luck with other men. They either double-crossed him, or... well... tried to kill him. Ah, the treasure hunting life.

Nate stuck his pencil in his journal and shut it with a snap. He could get back to sketching later. He wanted to know what this guy wanted. Was it frowned upon to sit on top of things? was he blocking the tall guy's view? Did he go around contemplating the mysteries of the universe? Whatever it was, Nate was curious. "There something I can do for you? "

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(I am so sorry this took so long!)

baker_of_pies
2013-10-21 09:27 am UTC (link)

Ned shielded his eyes with his hand as he looked up at the other man who was peering down at him to confirm that it had actually been himself that Ned was addressing. It was a nice, mostly bright morning. The idea of occupying the roof of a trailer and surveying the lot, while not one Ned would have had himself, at least not here and not yet, was a nice one. He smiled up at the man before responding.

"Yes, uh. Hi. Look, I'm sorry to disturb your ..surveying." Ned wasn't actually sure what the man had been doing up there. He could have been writing or reading or otherwise not taking in the view at all. But Ned hoped he'd at least had a look around or he would be disturbing him right now for nothing.

"I was just wondering if you'd seen a washtub from up there?" The piemaker gestured with the pile of clothes under his left arm. He realised it wasn't exactly an important thing to be interrupting someone for, but he was ready with more apologies would they be deemed necessary.

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(I'm so sorry omg, I announced hiatus, but I'll try and reply to you at least when I can)

thegreatdrake
2013-11-12 01:41 am UTC (link)

Nate grinned and shrugged. "No big deal. It's nothing I can't finish later." He didn't correct the man on what he was doing, seeing as technically he was surveying the camp. But correcting people when trying to make a first impression didn't always result in good interactions. He'd learned that the hard way when dealing with collectors in Lebanon.

"A washtub?" That was definitely less exciting than what he dreamt up. Looks like the guy wasn't looking for the answers to the universe. "I didn't see one but if you'll hang on one sec..." Nate shoved the journal into his pocket and carefully got to his feet. The trailer groaned a bit beneath his weight; it was probably fine. He just hoped Kara didn't see. He didn't need to give her more reasons to mock him.

Nate shielded his eyes with his hand and looked over the camp. There was much more movement than when he started, so he'd need to pay more attention. His gaze swept from where the animals were kept to Management's tent. He looked back towards where the trapeze artists lived, and saw a glint of metal. Light reflected off of something in it. Water. Nate smiled and looked down at the other man. "Looks like the flying folk have one. Try going to the trapeze artists. I don't think they're using it right now."

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(I swear)

thegreatdrake
2013-11-12 01:53 am UTC (link)

Hey I wrote your reply and because of the server change the page didn't load so i lost it and it didn't post. I'm going to rewrite it tomorrow (i have to get to bed for my 8 am) and delete this and put the reply down. I'm so sorry you've had to wait this long. I'm going on semi-hiatus kinda after i post the reply, i just want you to know i didn't forget about you and I'm super sorry you've had to wait this long.

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