Matthew (nex__canis) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-07-01 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ashley harper, julian markum, matthew |
Who: Matthew & Julian (and also bonus appearance of Pirate!Ashley)
What: A first meeting, if not long in the orchestrating.
When: Monday 27th, during the festivities
Where: Just off the midway
Rating: Low
Status: In Progress
Whilst everyone else was out and around enjoying the scavenger hunt, Matthew was sitting on the sidelines, perched on a picnic table with a cigarette between his lips, the tip burning away happily to itself as he watched the Carnival folk running back and forth, the sounds of cheering, whooping and some really bad imitations of pirate accents lifting the air with the sounds of being alive around him. He hadn’t been at the carnival long enough to want to be a part of the merriment, and perhaps excluding himself in this way was a bad thing: just kept him as the outsider, but then he didn’t want to be thrust into the middle of a forced social situation. Perhaps he enjoyed being the outsider, perhaps he enjoyed being not so close to anyone because it meant that there was no one to be close to, no one to end up getting hurt by the whole situation, by his presence. Besides, Matthew liked to do things at his own pace, he’d already chased away three people who were enquiring after his socks, and had spent half an hour as a dog just so that no one would come near him without getting growled at.
Now he was enjoying his cigarette in relative piece, the dark of the night broken only by the garish carnival lights and the clean air broken only by the whirr of generators and the belch of fumes. And he had to admit… he was amused by the whole situation, amused by the childlike nature of so many of the carnival folk, the way that they rejoiced in what they were doing, the life that they had and it was contagious, he supposed, because it did bring a smile to his face occasionally, it had done over the last hour or so anyway.
Flicking the finished cigarette butt away, Matthew pulled another cigarette out of the pack resting on the table by his thigh and lighting it, drawing in another breath, taking a deep drag. He didn’t feel like he was missing out on anything, he wondered if he was supposed to feel like he should get involved, but there was just… too much here. The shock of seeing Katherine after so long to find that, to his eyes, she had barely changed, that she’d ingratiated herself so thoroughly with the people here? But it was not time to be thinking about the past now, Matthew knew that he dwelt a little too much on the past.
A new scent caught his attention and he turned his head a little, sharp eyes seeing a figure approaching, shirt and tie and immaculate hair and a small smile pulled at Matthew’s lips.
“Did you not want to join in the festivities either?” he asked, voice carrying in the still of the night, smoke accentuating each word and outward breath.