indeshtructible (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} indeshtructible) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} darkcarnivale,@ 2012-02-06 12:32:00 |
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What: Desh needs to meet people, so he's going to meet people!
Where: The Sideshow Tent
When: Just after Desh has gotten settled in at the Carnival.
Rating: Low.
Status: In progress.
Desh had made himself relatively at home already in the short time he'd been at the Carnival. He'd just arrived earlier that day, and spent most of it wandering around to get his bearings. Because knowing where you were going when you were the new guy helped, but he'd be damned if he would remember where half the stuff around was. This place was bigger than the flyer that girl--Cheyenne, was that her name?-- had alluded at.
He'd wandered around, poking his head in the random tents and things as he was able, smiling, greeting, and introducing himself where needed. He wore an old worn AC/DC t-shirt, faded black jeans, and the motorcycle jacket he was hardly ever seen without. His hair fell in a slight curly mess over his shoulders. That was the only thing he hated about having longer hair, if it wasn't pulled back it would rat without a second thought.
He found his way to the sideshow tent, with help from someone who's name he'd completely forgotten to ask, and made his way in to see what it was like.
"Hello?" He said. It was a quick greeting in his somewhat raspy voice to anyone who would be within ear shot. Desh definitely hoped he wasn't alone that early in the day, that would just be too boring. And there really wasn't much to do in his trailer except listen to music.