Samantha Ann Mutler (smutler) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-12 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | samantha mutler, stas molotkoff |
Who: Samantha and Stas
What: Looking for food… did this place have a cafeteria!?
When: September 12, early in the morning
Where: Just outside her trailer
Her morning ritual was all but a mess this morning. She couldn’t find a clean cup, or dish soap to wash one. She couldn’t find her toothbrush either. A piece of gum would suffice, for now. She needed some water though; her head felt like it might implode. Why did dehydration do that do her? Every morning she woke up, incredibly thirsty and with a pounding headache. She did her best to wash her hands under the faucet with nothing more than the water it spewed. Cupping her hand, she filled it with water and leaned in to bring it to her mouth. It wasn’t half bad. It wasn’t bottled, but it wasn’t like the well water back home. That was like drinking from a dog’s bowl after days of being outside. It was nasty.
She looked around at the mess that was now her life. She cocked her head a bit and scrunched up her nose. What a disaster. Really it wasn’t, to her it was, to others it was just an untidy bed and her clothes from the night before laid at the foot of it. She liked order though; it was something she could control. She needed structure, craved it. She looked down to see what she was wearing, black shorts that were a little too short, but incredibly comfortable and a red tank-top. She contemplated changing, but what was the point. She was comfortable and wasn’t home anymore. She didn’t have to worry about people making nasty comments about her wardrobe, or choice in clothes. It was hard living around so many people with so many “opinions” they deemed fact. She was excited to be free of judgement. She slipped into some flip-flops and threw her hair up into a ponytail. It was a little messy, but even still she looked pretty darn good.
Samantha had had two encounters with individuals at the Carnival. She now knew a little of what was going on. A little. She knew that the young lady she met last night was different just like her, and that this was a place where they could feel safe. Or at least where they should feel safe. She didn’t know who all was involved, who was different, or who wasn’t. She laughed at the thought of a place like this making what’s normal on the outside world, abnormal here.
She was hungry, hungrier than she had been in a long time. She hadn’t even realized how long it had been since she ate. At least a day and a half, she was sure. Time sure flies when you’re confused she thought. It was only now that she realized she didn’t have enough food to cook in her own kitchen. She was on a mission to either find a store she could buy food at, or a cafeteria. Maybe they had a place where everyone ate. She sure wished this place came with a map and a survival book.
It really was beautiful here. The sounds, the lights, the smells. She had thought it would be dreary and somewhat disgusting, but it was like life was happening in a way she never envisioned possible. How could life be anything other than beautiful? She wondered now, about the man she had met. Was he different? Who was he, what was his story? She wished she had spent more time talking about things of that nature with him, but how would it have even come up when she didn’t know at the time that it was even a possibility? She had a thirst for knowledge of the people and of the place. How did it start, more importantly, when?
She was determined to make sure she wasn’t as selfish the next time she met someone. Would listen and not just talk. She wondered if people knew about her… knew her story, knew her abilities. Maybe they were all more powerful than her and could read her mind. Oh crap! What if she’d offend someone with her thoughts. This was silly; she was being paranoid and dramatic. She was not the type for dramatics and didn’t want to start that up now.
Where did her laid back, carefree self-run off too? Instead, left in its place was an insecure woman who was acting like a sixteen year old girl again. She hated her thoughts right now. She needed food. Food would make it all better. She had often been told that she was hypoglycemic, though her mother never believed it. “Every child just needs food for fuel, there is no such thing as hypoglycemia.” Her mother thought she could tell people what they were allergic too, just by tying a rock to a string. Sam always did find that weird. Maybe she was hypoglycemic, maybe a little food and sugar was all she needed. After all, she wasn’t a child anymore so her mother’s original assumption of all children needing fuel wouldn’t really apply.
She looked around, it was early. Maybe too early. She wondered if there were curfews or wake-up calls. Maybe breakfast, if there was any in the first place, wouldn’t even be ready. She needed to find someone that could help her out. Point her in the right direction or at least let her know to stop looking, head back to her trailer and feast on some crackers.
”Hello…” she tried to whisper-shout. Have you ever tried that? It was really a silly idea. To try and be loud while whispering, what was the point? Either way, she wasn’t thinking about it, she was just doing it.
”Hello? Is anyone else awake?”