razorbosco (razorbosco) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-06-03 01:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | fausto marini, vinnie bosco |
WHO:Vinnie and OPEN
WHAT: Vinnie is taking a rare moment to appreciate the peace and quiet of the night time. Of course, the peace he's found in solitude is probably too good to last...
WHERE: A quiet spot in the carnival grounds.
WHEN: Around 2am, long after the customers have gone.
WARNINGS? None so far..but TBD
The restlessness that came with the night sometimes was no stranger to Vinnie. Oh, he had been perfectly occupied while the carnival gates had been open and the Midway had been swarming with visitors. He had chosen his marks from the crowd, grinned his lopsided, endearing grin, the mask that hid his calculating mind, and he had charmed and bemused them one by one. The cocksure teenager made a fool of before his friends, the easily charmed and willingly swindled group of young women…as he wandered softly through the carnival grounds he idly cast his mind back over a few of the faces he had encountered during the evening.
He didn’t need the soft sheen of silver moonlight to illuminate his path, but he was grateful for it this evening nonetheless. With his restless mood came a certain amount of reflection and despite the impression he often gave, sometimes even a man like Vinnie could appreciate the beauty in a monochromatic avenue of tents and caravans highlighted in silver. If he ignored the sounds of talking, shouting, constant music coming from somewhere or another even at this hour – if he ignored all of those things, he could hear the silence, and the even smaller sounds it carried with it. The murmur of the breeze and the sound, somewhere further away than any of the man-made structures that surrounded him, of an owl calling into the night.
For the vampire, there was nothing about the night that wasn’t vibrant. Even in his present state of mind the smallest movements caught his peripheral vision. It was a constantly changing tapestry that unwound around him and yet he had grown so accustomed to its nature by now that he rarely paused to appreciate the benefits of his condition. Tonight was turning into one of those rare occasions, and knowing already too well the uselessness of fighting his own inclinations, he instead found a spot a distance from any of the main structures of the carnival, where he was unlikely to be disturbed by the sounds of conversations conducted between others behind canvas. He sank down to sit on the soft grass, and lit himself a cigarette before lying back with an arm folded behind his head. With his eyes closed, Vinnie listened to the peace of the night with the hint of a smile curling the outer corner of his lip, unseen, as far as he was aware.