Lʏᴅɪᴀ Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ (beautifulgenius) wrote in carnaval_logs, |
Lydia knew she didn't have a choice, except to get used to this. It wasn't like she could just go off into the world and make it okay, here. Sure, there was a chance but they were in the Great Depression. She wasn't likely to find other work, and it was probably much safer here than it would be out there. She definitely kept that in mind. For now, Lydia would stay with the carnival and do the job that had been assigned to her. It seemed like her best option. She just wished she could see a familiar face, that would help so much.
Lydia could make new friends. That was kind of what she was working on, and hoping for with Anna, here. She had no idea what Anna was. To Lydia she was just another girl who had been plucked from her own time and inserted into this one. They had that in common. And having things in common was important in developing a friendship. She should have guessed the girl's occupation by what she was wearing, but Lydia wasn't exactly concerned with all of that right now. She was distracted by everything else. She gasped a bit, though. "That sounds...dangerous." Thoughts of Anna falling to her death greatly disturbed the little redheaded girl.
"Me? Oh, I'm just selling tickets." And that was probably one of the easiest jobs. That didn't mean she truly had it easy, though. From what Lydia could tell, she'd be sharing a tent with a man. That was almost unheard of in the 30s, so she wondered what they were all thinking here.