Izabela Svetkova (snakecharm) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-02 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | gar, izabela svetkova |
WHO: Izabela and Gar
WHAT: Someone told him to come visit, so she gets a visit from an angel
WHERE: The freak show tent
WHEN: Night, during carnival hours
RATING: Medium-ish. Language and mention of seduction.
STATUS: Complete
It was a night off for Gar, and thus far, a lonely, markless, sexless night. It was OK, it was well before closing, and even though it was a slow night he was sure he would score before the night was over. Sucking slowly on a large jawbreaker pop, he strolled along the midway dressed entirely in black, and wearing boots with one inch soles that brought him up to a monolithic six foot ten. People just naturally moved out of his way due to his size, and the strange marks on his face and hands that they surely thought was some sort of goth makeup. That was just fine with him. As he wandered along, he found himself in front of the Freak Tent. He listened to the talker for a moment as he sucked on the lollipop, then after giving a wave to the fellow carny, he ducked down so he could enter the tent and have a look around at the acts. Roddy was gone and the stink of his diseased form as well, so he figured it was safe to take in this attraction now.
It wasn't often that Izabela had nights off. She simply enjoyed working her act too much. The freak show was certainly more than interesting with or without her. But it was always more fun to participate. Like always, she'd gotten herself in the mood by listening to music in her trailer and going through her closet to decide just which costume to wear for the night. The purple and gold one won out. It was, after all, one of her favorites. The colors played so nicely against her skin and the bit of shine to her scales. Gorgeous as always, she made her way to the tent and prepared to do what she did best. Or rather...what was simple. Her selling point was her outward appearance. And having people stand and stare wasn't too difficult to do. As the crowds started coming through, she slid easily into performance. Enchanting smiles and even conversation to pair with the serpentine hisses or the sight of her tongue flicking out to test the air. And, of course, there was the fact she did everything while on the bed of nails. She was entertained by the looks of shock and intrigue, just like always. Sometimes it seemed like the entertainment was a two way street in the freak tent.
Gar slowly made his way from one room of the tent to the other and would nod and smile to the ones he knew or had met, when he came around the corner to the room holding the Snake Woman. He was still sucking slowly on the lollipop when he moved with the current crowd to arrive in front of her stage where she was splayed out on her bed of nails looking seductive, lithe and wonderfully dangerous. He narrowed his eyes as he lingered behind the crowd. He didn't need to be up front to see her. He was easily a foot taller than the tallest man in the group. He watched her play to the crowd, and then watched the marks for their reactions which ran the gamut from thinking it was all makeup and prosthetics, to those that were genuine afraid of her. Gar smirked. She wasn't what he'd expected to see, and it was only so Sioux wouldn't continue to call him chicken shit that he'd decided to come by in the first place.
Of course there were those that thought that her being a freak was fake. Makeup and prosthetics could achieve the same effect, couldn't they? Or so the marks thought, at the very least. But for those who got close enough, there was always that telltale look of realization in their eyes. They knew that what she flaunted was real. In some that spelled out fear. Others simply became all the more interested. It depended entirely on the person. However it played out, it didn't matter to her. All of it was just another night at the carnival. Izabela was resting on the bed of nails as if it was a luxurious palanquin fit for a queen. It caused her no pain, not only because she knew the trick, but because the scales on her skin provided a bit of extra protection, so to speak. Sitting up with ever present grace, she moved to sit on the edge of the small stage. The people directly in front of her backed away the slightest bit, and it made her laugh. "You've nothing to fear from Serpentina." She smiled, reaching one hand out to run down the side of a young man's face. "I only bite if you ask nicely." To accent, her tongue flicked out, testing the air. It was normal to her, but she was sure that the young man was petrified. Her eyes glanced about the different faces, though one in the back stood out. It was Gar. Anyone in the carnival could pick him out easily, for quite a few reasons. She made it a point to smile in his direction before going back to playing the crowd. There'd be a lull soon enough, and perhaps they could talk. Or at least say hello.
He was watching her move, and work the marks, then suddenly, she was looking at him through the darkness. That tongue. That was interesting indeed, and he tried to remember what else Sioux had said about her. She was interesting, and smart as well as beautiful. When her eyes met his across the room, he gave her a slow smile back, and a nod of acknowledgment. He watched her flirt with the young man, and wondered if she ever took any of the marks back to her trailer. He was certain he wasn't the only one that ploughed the local talent if there was no lover around. But he doubted she, or any of the other members of the troupe were as promiscuous as he was. He wasn't particularly proud of that fact, but he didn't let it bother him either. He liked to fuck. Even after hundreds of thousands of years, it never got old. Gar blinked that persistent train of thought away, and continued to suck on the lollipop. This was one sold at one of the booths and judging from the wonderful, irresistible taste there was more than just sugar and flavoring in it. He decided to linger as this crowd moved on, and when there was a break in the flow of patrons, he slowly walked closer toward her. "Nice costume." he said with a grin.
It seemed that her smile had won her one in return. She couldn't let her attention linger too long, however. So long as there was a crowd around, it was her job to shock and entertain. As it was, it had all to do with teasing the one guy in front of her. He looked to be in his late teens or very early twenties. It hadn't been hard to tell from the cocky demeanor he'd walked in with. But now, with her so close...it was as if that arrogance just melted away. He stood there stock still, and Izabela only smiled, looking right into his eyes. "I just told you there's nothing to be scared of. Do you not believe me?" Her head tipped to the side, sending dark brown locks spilling over her shoulder. It seemed that the object of her attention was lacking in words. He simply stood stock still. "Pity. You look like a lot of fun." She drew him closer with a hand on his shoulder, giving a bit of a hiss in his ear. It startled him, to say the least, and he was one of the first ones out as the crowd started to move on. "Come back and see me," she called after them, watching as they filtered out to see whatever was next in the circuit. But one remained, and that was Gar. Even with her stage being raised off the ground, she still had to look up at him from her seat. His compliment made her chuckle a bit. "I do try to dress to impress. So far, no one's complained." Her legs crossed at the knee, helping her settle and get more comfortable. "What brings you to see me? Or are you just passing through?"
Gar took another suck on the candy, and then grinned wider at her. "I was told that you are a being of great intelligence, as well as beauty." he said and let his eyes start at hers, then let them roam slowly, and obviously from the top of her head to the tips of her painted toenails and then back up to her face. "I'm not disappointed so far." he said and gave her a wink from those deep green eyes of his. "I'm Gar, and if you didn't already know that, I would be genuinely shocked, and perhaps a bit hurt. Everyone knows who I am whether they want to or not." he said and then turned so he could lean his backside against the front of her stage and looked over at her. "Izabela, correct?" he asked her with a more curious expression now and a slight tilt of his shaggy head.
A being of great intelligence, as well as beauty. Well, to be certain, Izabela was curious as to who exactly had been extolling her virtues. The first thought, of course, was Sioux. Her best friend was far too giving with the compliments. But she agreed with this one, at least mostly. What good was being beautiful if you were dim-witted? She stayed perfectly still as his eyes began to roam. At first they were level with her own, but his gaze traveled down her form from there and then all the way back up. "I find that intelligence and beauty can be an entirely wonderful, or an entirely dangerous, pair. So it's what I strive for." That smile was still settled on her lips, though there was a hint of a smirk around its edges. "Glad you're not disappointed." The wink was unexpected, but she didn't mind it. Not at all. "Oh, I know who you are. Like you say, everyone knows who you are whether they want to or not." Even if she wasn't friends with Sioux, it wouldn't have been hard to learn the name of the very tall man with such an intense outward appearance. When he asked her name, she nodded. "Yes, that's me. You can call me Bella or Iza or Izzy if you'd like. Most everyone does." A hand idly ran through her hair as her tongue flicked through her lips again. It was second nature to the point where she hardly noticed it anymore. "Have the night off, I take it? Or do you not have to work until later on?"
Gar watched every move she made and for now, reigned in the obvious oggling of her beauty. She had seen him look her over, and it was clear he was interested in more that just talking, but if all he got was talk, it wouldn't be the end of his world. "I find that being infamous, has it's perks." he said and parked the lollipop in his mouth as he scratched at his chin. "Sometimes my reputation proceeds me in towns and that keeps the local rubes in line in the Hootch tent." he said, then realized just how boring talking about his job really was, and boring her was not what he wanted to do. "Yeah. Night off. Came by to gawk at the freaks, but instead of a freak in a tent, I found you." he said and the smirk returned to his mouth. "I'll shut the fuck up now. I don't do well with casual comments geared toward people I want to really get to know, or respect. I don't respect..." he paused and looked around to make sure they were still alone before he continued. "I don't respect the marks, they get what they deserve when they come here, pay their money, or go off in the dark with the likes of me." he said then just let it stop there with his morbid and jaded opinions. "How old are you?" he asked abruptly. "Sioux says I should form an Old as Fuck club."
He was free to look if he wanted to. Her entire role at the carnival revolved around allowing people to look at her. And if Gar was looking at her in appreciation...well, she couldn't say that she minded. A certain demon had looked at her like that before he'd gone and fucked everything up, so it was nice to have someone else appreciating, as it were. "I wouldn't doubt it. I don't think getting on your bad side would be anywhere near the realm of pleasant." Not that she'd ever seen it personally, but she imagined that any guys who overstepped boundaries at the burlesque tent were just in for a world of trouble. Izabela chuckled a little bit, amused that he didn't count her as a freak in a tent. She still counted herself among the 'freaks,' of course. It was hard not to. And as for not respecting the marks, well she found that she did agree, at least to a point. They did get what they deserved with the carnival. The question about her age was abrupt, but also understandable. You never could tell just how old some of them there were. "Well, if you did, you'd have a good sized club," she said with another bit of a chuckle. "I'm thirty-two." She was a very, very young by the standards of some at the carnival, but there wasn't anything to be done about that. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are?"
Gar sucked on the lollipop more before he answered her. It was in a strange and coy fashion like a girl might if she was teasing a boy with the promise of some oral gratification. He pulled out the pop to answer her. "I was created first of God's creations. He made the universe, then he made us, to serve. I am as old as time and before that. I've seen all of human history, and it's such a short period compared to the millions of years we have been around, serving Him prior to life on this rock. I've forgotten more than most people will ever learn or see." he said, then realized it sounded like he was bragging. "I'm not trying to be over important, or impress you. Like Sioux says, I am older than fuck. You have only mortal years spent so far, and you have not had the burden of unfathomable years to live, endure, and survive." he said and then looked up at the ceiling of the tent and sighed aloud. "No matter how I try, I always sound like I am complaining...."
Unless she was mistaken, he was being coy with the lollipop. And to be honest, it was rather amusing. She'd never seen a guy do that sort of thing before. But there was a first time for everything. Tipping her head to the side a bit, she listened as he talked aboutt how long he'd been around. And it definitely qualified as a long, long, long time. Longer than human history. Longer than she could even fathom, really. "That is a long time. A terrible understatement, but that's all I know to say." Her hands toyed idly with the beads of her skirt. "I can tell you're not complaining. Really." Her life was like a blink of an eye in comparison to his, but that was just how it was. "Even if you are older than fuck, you definitely look good." That smile was back on her lips, a bit teasing this time. It was a way to lighten the mood, really. Or at least an attempt.
Gar looked at her from under his tussled black bangs and the stripes of sin that decorated his tanned hide. "Thank you." he said quietly. "I suppose most of the years of wear and damage are on the inside. Hidden scars." he said softly. "I have enjoyed watching humans, and now the other creatures and beings I have come to know. Not all of them are ones I would want to call a friend, but for the most part, they are interesting and if we are all created by the same one, we can't all be that bad..." he said and glanced to the entrance of the room in the tent as a couple walked into the room. They were lingering near the door as if waiting for someone to join them. Gar looked back to Izabela. "Damn. Now I have to wait for more time alone with you to let you try to seduce me." he said quietly as he leaned closer to her to whisper in her ear.
"You're welcome." She gave compliments where they were due. And in her mind, they were due. "That's an interesting view to take. It's how I like to think sometimes. At least, on the front of watching other beings I didn't even know existed before. Definitely interesting." When he glanced away, she looked in the same direction, seeing the couple come into the room. They were likely the first of a new group to entertain. But that was often how it worked. Just when she got the chance to take the time to talk to someone, work got right back in the way. She wasn't expecting it when he drew closer to her, whispering in her ear. The comment made her smirk a bit. "To let me try to seduce you? Hm...well, that's an interesting prospect." She turned her head slightly to look him in the eye. "I suppose we'll just have to wait for more time alone."
Gar's eyes never left hers, and his smile got all more crafty as he sucked on that lollipop in the most lascivious way. "What time do you get off work? I could wander back by, or you could find your way to me..." he said, then in a moment of dread, he recalled that his trailer was no longer suitable for company thanks to his temper rage of several days ago. He did not look forward to having to get that cleaned up. No Sam, and no girlfriend to do it for him.
The way he sucked on the lollipop...it was distracting. Amusing and entertaining, surely. But also distracting. Not in a bad way, of course. She had to think about what time she'd be finished. The freak show tent tended to close earlier than the rest of some of the attractions. "Eleven, I believe." She was rather sure. It was before the midnight burlesque show, that she knew. "Either way works. I'd just have to change, is all."
Gar was thinking of saying that what she was wearing was just fine, but he decided to not be a complete ass. "Understood. Shall I come find you, or do you want to try and find me?" he asked her and gave her that mischievous grin once again. "I'm not too hard to find." he said then bit down on the lollipop, shattering it into little shards of sugar, chewed it up and then swallowed it down. "Anything you want to do with me is just fine. Ladies choice."
"Hm..." She pretended to ponder it a moment, her hands coming up to play with her hair a bit. "I'll try and find you." It wouldn't be difficult. Not really. Not only because he stuck out like a sore thumb in a crowd, but also because of his scent. It was different than most, obviously. Easy to remember. Though to make sure, she actually did let her tongue slip out to test the air again. "Anything? I do so like having free reign." Her eyes slid back over to the entrance to the room for a moment. More people were coming in, though they could wait. At least for right then.
Gar's smile widened, and he liked the idea of a game of hide and seek. "I'll hide, you come seek." he said in that low, rumbly tone of voice then looked around when the small group of marks approached her stage and with a regretful sigh, he pushed away from it and stood up to his full height. This garnered a few soft gasps and mutters from the crowd that was gathering. He looked from them to Izabela. "Sometime after eleven then?" he asked her with a hopeful smile. He would give it a shot and try to not be so species prejudiced. It wasn't like he really had the luxury of doing that considering who he was, and who was hunting him.
Hide and seek? It'd been a while since she played, but that didn't mean that it wouldn't be a good time. "Alright. Sounds like fun." The marks were getting closer then and it was getting to be that time where she had to shift back from Izabela to Serpentina in order to entertain the masses. She laughed a little bit as Gar stood up, drawings gasps and muttered words from the crowd. "Sometime after eleven," she confirmed. "Don't make it too easy for me." There was always fun in a little bit of challenge. She shifted from her spot, getting up off the edge of the stage to settle herself back on the bed of nails, once again laid out like it was the most comfortable thing in the world.
Gar watched her over his shoulder as he departed the tent, and even paused to blow her a kiss before he slipped out of the tent and into the next chamber. Ah, the Phoenix. Well, he wasn't in the mood for fire, so he swept along behind the enthralled crowd and found the nearest exit from the tent and slipped out into the cooling summer night air. He was grinning still and swung his long arms from the front to the back, stretching them out. He was glad he had come to see her. Sioux would be so proud of him venturing out like that, especially after she had recommended Izabela to him. The game was afoot now, a new game, and he now had to think of a clever place to hid somewhere on the grounds. Her forked tongue had not gone unnoticed and he knew that would be her advantage to finding him. He would have to try to work around that.
And he was blowing her kisses? Interesting. She smiled as Gar made his way out, already looking forward to the hide and seek. It'd be much more fun than simply going back to her trailer and listening to music or something of the sort. Once he was gone, her attention was back on her audience. "Oh, so you've all come to see Serpentina?" And so the act began. The different reactions were still nice to see. The fear, the intrigue...all of it. It never got old. Though now she was more looking forward to what came after all of that. Namely a little game of hide and seek.