Eddie Loke (thebizarreloki) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-07-06 11:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | edward loke, emma-rose smith |
WHO: Eddie Loke and Emma Smith.
WHAT: Eddie's not working and there's a new stall up. Why not check it out?
WHERE: Wandering around, checking out the merchants.
WHEN: It's dusk and the lights are going to be switched on shortly.
RATING: Maybe some language.
STATUS: In progress.
So far, Eddie's time at the carnival had been interesting. Maybe 'interesting' doesn't sound like a particularly grand description, but for a man with most of his two hundred and some years alive spent with carnivals, circuses, and troupes, 'interesting' was a pretty large word to throw around. At this point in his life, Eddie had a tendency to feel like he was just watching repeats, so to speak. This carnival was different, though. This carnival was twisted and spooky and it kept him on his toes. He hadn't met very many people yet, and maybe it wasn't entirely because he was busy. No, that wasn't quite it. Supernatural folk, even though he could be counted among them, were alien to him still. He wasn't sure how he would be perceived - a relatively average human man with nothing special to him aside from the fact that he couldn't stay dead or age and he could juggle like a beast. In any case, he knew he couldn't disguise his anxiety under the flag of just being busy forever and that it would benefit him to make some real effort to at least get out and about. For all of his concerns, Eddie just had to remind himself that no real harm could come to him and that it was actually a really alluring concept that things could actually still be new to him.
The sun was settling low to the horizon, casting a dreamlike variety of colors on the clouds and the sky. It would almost be time to hit the lights, but for now, the carnival was suspended in an almost timeless limbo between day and night. Eddie wandered the merchant row with his hands in his black jean pockets and no real destination in mind. Though his show had just wrapped up about a half hour earlier, nobody recognized him. He was at the other end of the carnival now and in street garb. Off-stage, he was just another mark in the mob. Even though he hadn't been with the carnival for very long, he was a surprisingly observant fellow and he'd had a previous opportunity to generally familiarize himself with the carnival's wares. It was always nice to know what sort of things would be peddled not very far from you and at all times, after all. As he made his walk today, however, he couldn't help but notice that something about this very different carnival seemed very different. Very new. A cool breeze swept by and disturbed the hanging signs, blowing a few loose articles of trash about as it did so and Eddie eyed up the stand as he neared it. He saw a motley display of objects, all different and varied, and it wasn't until he moved closer that he could distinguish what these objects actually were. Crafts. Interesting crafts. There was that word again - interesting. Salvage work was always interesting. It took something from another life and gave it another go and that was certainly something that Eddie could identify with.
He was tall, and so by leaning forward just slightly and looking downward at the table, he had a pretty good view of the merchandise laid out immediately before him. His eyes moved over the objects with apparent interest, taking his time as if he had all of it in the world (which, you know, he technically did). He lifted his eyes, finally, when he noticed the merchant and flashed her a quick grin before looking back down. From years of work at places such as these, he knew better than to let his eyes linger too long on anyone before he knew them too well, gorgeous redhead or not. There was a lull between the time he made eye contact with the merchant and this next incident, but Eddie felt like he had only returned his eyes to the table for a moment before he caught motion out of the corner of his eye. A man wearing clothes of indistinguishable color moved up to inspect the merchandise just a few feet from Eddie. It didn't seem much like anything he should pay too much mind to, and so he continued browsing. Only a short time after that, Eddie began to notice strange movements coming from the man out of his peripheral vision and he hazarded a suspicious glance just in time to see the man pocketing a few of the objects. He felt a surge of anger course through his veins and reacted immediately, turning his body toward the stranger, "Hey!" he stepped forward, working on closing the gap between himself and the thief, "How about you-"
But that was all he had time to utter before the man began to turn with intentions of fleeing. Impulsively, Eddie threw himself at the considerably larger man, knowing that the chips were not in his favor if this turned into a race. Immortality was not synonymous with being in shape, unfortunately. Also unfortunately for Eddie, avoiding a sprint and throwing himself into a tussle with an obviously larger man didn't ensure any sort of victory, either. When he realized that he was never going to out-muscle the guy, he focused instead on forcing the coat from him, the coat that he'd stowed the stolen merchandise away in. While it seemed like an eternity to Eddie (oddly enough), in actuality, it all happened rather quickly. Eddie jumped onto the man, strategically made to rip the jacket from him, and then was thrown with a degree of force against a nearby electrical pole. The man got out of there before people even understood that a very, very quick tussle had just taken place.
Finally, some luck for Eddie - the force with which the man used to throw Eddie against the pole was enough for Eddie to take his jacket with him, so strong was his grip on it.