Jonas (darkcarnie_gar) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-08-31 21:23:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
End of the first day
WHO: Jonas and Kara Thrace
WHEN: Evening time, between shows.
WHAT: Jonas is resting after a long day, reflecting
WARNINGS: None expected
WHERE: The Trucks in the Back lot.
STATUS: Open and in Progress
The sun had set, and the sounds of the Carnaval filled the air. Jonas was sitting on the tailgate of one of the trucks, the one he'd been given charge of, sipping a Nehi soda. He was exhausted, sweaty, covered in dust, and aching for several things that did not exist in this time. A bottle of scotch, a hot tub, and a fat blunt. He rested his hands on his thighs and sighed loudly. He was off work, for now. According to Carl, a Roughy, what he was, was never truly off the clock. If something needed to be done, and Management or one of the bosses wanted him, he was to answer. He'd worked on repairing tent canvas, building part of a stage, and even had been sent into town on an errand, then upon returning, for dinner, had been sent out again on another run. When he had returned, dinner was over and everyone was getting ready for the first show of the night. However, someone had thought of him apparently and when he had returned to his truck, he found a tin box full of chicken, corn, a couple of rolls, and a soda. He'd started on the soda and was holding off on the food for now. It smelled pretty good, but all he could taste was dust.
He watched as people walked around and would give a nod and a smile when they looked his way. Jonas would tip the brim of the baseball hat he had scrounged to keep his hair up in. He had gotten tired of the looks and occasional taunts about his long hair. He had vowed not to cut it now matter what. As long as his bosses didn't care, the rest of the clowns could go pound sand. He took another sip of the soda and turned to the side when he heard someone walking up. "Good evening." he said with a smile as they approached closer.