Annabelle (neverhurthim) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-08-31 14:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), anna, ~lydia martin |
Characters: Anna and Lydia Martin.
Setting: The back lot. Morning.
Summary: Exploring and figuring things out. Remembering some things from the past.
Rating/Warnings: None.
Status: Complete.
It wasn't everyday that a person woke up to find themselves not only somehow corporeal and alive -- as alive as a vampire could be anyway -- but also in the 1930's. The 1930's hadn't been one of her favorite decades by far, but considering her circumstances, she would deal with it. She was good at dealing with weird things, after all. Having been alive for over five hundred years taught her a lot about going with the flow and rolling with the punches.
Art had seemed like a nice guy. He'd done his best to reassure her that she would be fine here, and that she was assigned to be a trapeze artist. Which made sense, somehow, considering she'd done it before. Anna wasn't exactly sure how they'd known that, but she suspected some kind of magic was involved. Or this was possibly the strangest dream ever. She'd already changed into the day wear he'd given her, which wasn't exactly her style, but fashion had never been something she was that interested in any way.
She found herself in the back lot, watching as people began setting up tents and trailers and farther in the distance, rides and booths. It wasn't exactly like the carnival she'd worked at over a century ago, but it was similar enough that she felt comfortable wandering around alone. It wasn't like anyone she knew was going to be there anyway. Unless somehow her mother was there, too. Maybe, just maybe, this was just the next part of her afterlife and she only thought she was a vampire and not a ghost. She blinked, shaking her head at the thought and trying to suppress the surge of hope that she'd see her mom again. No reason to believe that, she thought grimly, moving closer to one of the trailers and watching people exit it carrying an armful of clothes and costumes.
For more new arrivals, she guessed, her gaze following them as they headed in the opposite direction. As weird as all of this was, the familiarity of it was somehow comforting, too. She was almost looking forward to actually getting started.