Babylon (babylonya) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-03 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan sayers, alexandre stein |
WHO: Babylon OT Craig Stein
WHAT: Time to hide from the madding crowds
WHERE: Carnival grounds, near the Haunted House
WHEN: The hours before dawn, current.
RATING: Mild. Maybe a few suggestive/risque moments and reference to intersexed individuals, if that is something you might find offensive.
STATUS: Complete
Babylon was riding the afterglow of being onstage. It really was like a drug, especially when he did well enough to get applause. He was in his favorite ever state, tired and wired, which meant he wanted to laze about and not be bothered but was also too wound up to go to bed. He couldn't possibly relax enough to sleep, and was resigned that he would walk around and see the sunrise on his lonesome. But that was okay, because he had been well-received, which meant he might get to stay on as a regular. He had done well, for his first time. His debut in the Burlesque tent had been a moderate success. He wouldn't be getting any rave reviews, but he had done what he could with little preparation and a costume made from scraps. Sometimes Babylon felt his whole life was held together by safety pins and glittered glue.
He had been walking around the Carnival when he came upon the Haunted House. Long gone was the colorful, glowing makeup and bright threads he had chosen for his performance. He had washed his face, first of all. Aidan was very meticulous about his grooming, and he was very careful about never going to bed with makeup on. His face was his fortune, as it were; that, and his hair. He took good care of both of them, because life was short, and soon he would be old and it would be over. Was there really life after twenty-five? He shuddered to think. He was also wearing a simple, three-quarter sleeve black tee-shirt with a broken-line crescent shaped orange-red design and dark slacks. He wore man's lace-up shoes with no socks. After heavily indulging his feminine side on the stage, it felt right to go sober.
The life sized gargoyle that crowned the Haunted House entrance had caught his eye from afar, and he had just been wondering if it might be resin or how the hell did they lug it around when it must weigh a ton when he saw it move. He was fascinated with the stony creature as it unfurled its wings. Correction. He. Very much a he. It must have been near closing time, so Aidan did not try to go in, but he kept coming back around, grinning at the horrified expressions of the people who came up to the large gargoyle only to see it come to life before their eyes. He found a trunk which must be full of props nearby, just outside the employee entrance of another tent, so he sat down on it to watch this live gargoyle and wait for the sun to rise. He had to get up twice for people to get things and put things back into the trunk before he gave up and just sat on the ground next to it. He nearly dozed off at one point, and when he looked up, the Haunted House was closed for the night. Or what was left of it. It must be near dawn, or thereabouts.