Who: Grey and Callum What: Dinner and Surveying his kingdom from high atop the Ferris wheel When: Just before midnight-ish, May 1 Where: Ferris Wheel Rating: high? Callum has a filthy mouth and Grey has filthy inner monologues. :p Status: Complete
It had been an incredibly long day. A lot went on behind the scenes to get the Circus up and running by dawn on the day of it's arrival. And then, once there was a bit more daylight to be had, the grounds had to be walked, things had to be checked, and double checked. Rides had to be tested, occasionally oiled, among plenty of other things on Callum's checklist. He'd had to deal with a particularly troublesome tent and it's stakes not wanting to stay firmly in the humid, damp ground. Fucking mud.
He'd had a quick lunch with his Mind-Reading Irish nemesis, and then he'd set back to work, making sure all of the tents and so on were still standing, and all of the rides were finished being assembled. And by the time the shows and performances began to start for the crowds that were growing in number, the closer it got to nightfall, Callum had a moment to finally sit down without worry. It was when he was sitting down at one of the grounds' picnic tables to enjoy a corn dog when he heard Grey singing--performing.
Slowly dipping the corn dog into the small plastic cup full of ketchup, he brought it back up to take a bite as he arched a brow. Chewing, he gave a bit of a look around, trying to figure out whose voice it was. It was unfamiliar. New. Lovely. They weren't in a nearby tent, though. The voice was coming from a tent that was further from him-- maybe even on the other side of the midway? But he could still hear it quite clearly, and it intrigued him.
But so did the corn dog.
Callum was a fairly new werewolf, it had only been nearly a year and a half since he'd been bitten, but he also wasn't close enough to the Siren and her song to be completely taken by it. It was a nice song. Whatever it was. And it didn't last very long either. New acts turned up at the circus all of the time, and Callum might not know until he had another tent to set up, or a tent to set up different, or something to build.. he couldn't recall having to work with anything new, yet.. but maybe in due time.
After enjoying his corn dog and wandering the fair grounds for a while, helping fix a few odds and ends, here and there, Callum eventually decided to call it a day. Stopping back by his trailer, he grabbed up his sketchbook, a small bottle of whiskey, and then continued on his way. The whiskey was tucked into his coat pocket, the sketchbook under his arm. He'd stopped off to get a bucket of popcorn, a turkey leg, and a bottle of beer, then eventually ended up at the Ferris Wheel, like always. It was practically routine for him. So when he saw the new face at the entrance to the ride, a puzzled brow was quirked in her direction, "hi... where's Luciano?" You know, Luciano! The little Italian fellow that had run the Ferris wheel ever since Callum had arrived at the Circus. He was a magician or some shit.