Finnerty (hiddenindepths) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-07-02 21:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | coralia seaward, simon griffiths |
Who: Coral and Simon
What: Being initially anti-social
When: July 2nd, as night falls.
Where: Behind the Dunk Tank
Rating: G- likely
Status: In Progress
Coral had been with the Circus for maybe a week. The house of her foster family left hundreds of miles away in suburba. She wasn't new to moving across states, across the country, across any space within the last six years, but this felt different. Deep in the pit of her stomach there was a mixture of fear, excitement and relief. She didn't have to worry about the family looking for her; if they would even bother. A semi-not-so-heartfelt note was left on the kitchen table addressed to her foster siblings detailing that she wasn't coming back and not saying where exactly she ran off to.
The circus was a whirlwind of activity and comradery. The first night in the new town had been some sort of party, but Coral kept to the shadows and watched everyone have their fun. Part of the scavenger hunt had been what she now claimed as 'her' dunk tank. The boss-man had been correct in the fact that no one had been sad to give her the permenant job of working the booth. And when the public was allowed in she put on a happy face and mocked people who tried to dunk her. Like any other place she had ever been, she had little kids point out the colour of her hair but at least in this environment the parents didn't care.
The night was just starting and there was a fair amount of patrons still pouring through the now amazingly lit midway. Coral thought it was best that she take a short breather before continuing her game; there was luckily a person willing to take the reigns while she sat behind the booth. The amount of attention and being in the public's eye was getting to her. She was capable of being social- as she told herself repeatedly- but this was far more attention than she enjoyed. Maybe this had been a bad idea. How did these other creatures in the carnivale put themselves out there in public every night? She knew that the public coming in were more accepting because of the atmosphere, but there were such big crowds of people staring. Coral was more worried that one of the nights some drunk guy would start talking shit and she'd get kicked out for throwing a punch.
So there she sat; beyond the lights brightening up her booth, hiding in the sweet cool shadows of the back of the tank. The waters sweat thru the plastic dampening her skin sending a beautiful shiver down her spine. She needed this; needed this water; needed this place. Coral just had to tell herself that more. Her hair was various shades of blue and teal in strange spots exposing her torn feelings to anyone who knew better.