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Marion Alice Little (alittlelady) wrote in darkcarnivale,
@ 2011-06-21 20:38:00

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marion little, riley poe

What am I, what will I be.
Who: Mary Little and Riley Poe
What:Mary succumbs to curiosity and starts reading up on what she suspects she might be.
When: Late afternoon, early evening June 21st
Where: Outside her trailer enjoying the evening coolness.
Rating: Most probably low.
Status: Complete

Mary had been scouring all the materials she could find about supernatural creatures. Not only had wikiapedia failed her, it had also contradicted itself so many times that she had become agitated with it. She finally took up a book she had found in a store and was flipping through it on the door step just outside her trailer. Wrapped in a sweater and enjoying the last of the afternoon sun while she read she pondered not only herself but her new situation.

She'd come so far from New York and her life there. Here she was free. But now she wasn't human anymore. Scratch that. She had never been human, but now she knew it for herself. Now the only question was of what. Pandora had told her, yes, but she didn't want to believe her. Not for a moment.

Though wouldn't it be proof that God (or the devil) had a sense of humor? Putting that kind of power in this tiny little form? Useless, she felt. Useless and wasted. So instead of focusing on that particular form she was looking at different ones. Nothing had shown much promise and she was getting frustrated and it showed on her face she flipped through the book once more, looking over the pages she had marked, trying to guess.

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gopuckyourself_
2011-06-22 02:41 pm UTC (link)

Riley was, as usual, being a nosy little brat who was everywhere he oughtn't be; he had no concept of personal space, invitation-only, or any other such thing.

As a result he was nursing a snow cone, his sweet tooth running rampant today as he licked the frozen treat and wandered among the trailers, stopping only when he saw someone he didn't know particularly well. Oh, he'd seen her, of course; he barked for the freak tent, and he knew her name, everything about her that he had to tell the crowd. But he hadn't had much chance to talk to her outside of work, and well, to the social-butterfly little puck, that was simply inexcusable.

"Pleasure or homework?" he asked amiably in regards to the book she was studying, swaggering a bit in his approach, confident that she'd recognize the handsome devil who talked her up every night to the marks. "How's it going, Mary?"

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alittlelady
2011-06-22 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Mary was startled a moment as the puck strolled along up to her. She did recognize him, but not just from the fact that he barked her name at people. No, she remembered him from the first night she was here. He had been the nosy one.

"I guess you could call it homework. Though I don't really know why I'm bothering." Closing the book, she sighed, leaning an elbow on the book too blue eyes turning up to watch Riley with interest.

"Better then it usually is. For me any way." Though frustrating as hell, not only because she couldn't figure this out but also because Riley was very good looking and she felt something click inside her as it always seemed to when she was around someone she was attracted to. A clicking which disturbed her, made her hungry, her scent in the air changing a bit, not powerful enough for a normal nose but soft and vanilla-musk as if she were wearing a light spray of perfume though she had nothing on.

	gopuckyourself_ 2011-06-27 04:50 am UTC (link)
	"Good evening, darling," he told her, bowing deeply in his most chivalrous way and tipping an invisible hat. "I wish you well, and if ever you find yourself with a need for good company... you can find me." He turned with that, grinning ear to ear as he headed on his way. (Reply to this) (Parent)