Emma-Rose Smith (unexpectedstars) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-07-10 00:23:00 |
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Current mood: | embarrassed |
Entry tags: | autumn dashwood, emma-rose smith |
Who: Emma-Rose and Autumn
What: First meetings!
When: Sunday, late afternoon/early evening
Where: The Libation Garden
Rating: Lowish, PG
Status: In progress
Emma-Rose had closed off her stall for a while, taking a break from selling her wares, if not just because her fingers needed a break from where she’d been twisting small strands of metal into shapes, threading beads and generally being creative in ways that caused finger ache and eye strain after too long. It was always good to take a break from being busy and she wanted to get out and have a look at the rest of the carnival that she hadn’t been able to see yet. She’d walked around the games, seen what they had to offer already, but didn’t know much about anything else aside from the food tent. She kept hearing people who had been at the Libation Garden, having had beautiful drinks, beverages of the alcoholic kind. They were always buzzing when they walked past her stall and sometimes, the inebriated spent quite a bit of money on shiny things that seemed novel.
She walked towards the Garden carefully, slow and unhurried in her pace even as she slipped past the woman on the door who was like a bouncer, arms folded and stern looking and Emma-Rose just hurried by, head down because she didn’t want to be stopped. She was more than old enough to have a drink if she wanted one. Not that she did, but she wanted to investigate as she was still trying to get to know everyone, all the people and personalities that made up the carnival. There were so many and apart from the few people she’d met already and remembered, everyone else was kind of a blur of faces and names.
She nearly tripped over her feet as she approached the sort of main bar area, catching herself on a nearby table. There were people around, chatting and sharing stories about their experiences with the carnival so far. It made for interesting listening, if Emma-Rose had been in the business of earwigging on other people’s conversations. Some days that was great fun, today she wasn’t much in the mood for dealing with the general public, someone had tried to steal from her stall and whilst Eddie had been around to stop that from happening she still felt a little angry that someone would do something like that. Was nothing sacred? She didn’t understand the need to steal material things, you couldn’t take them with you into the afterlife, so what was the point?
She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, the usually slightly curly and manic lengths straight as she had taken time to beat them into submission with her straightening irons that morning in her trailer. Glancing back as she heard an uproarious laugh from a table nearby, her feet continued moving her in a forward direction, unknowingly straight into the side of a very tall, voluptuous and utterly gorgeous red-headed woman, and when Emma-Rose realised this, her eyes widened and she took a step back, apologies already spilling out of her mouth for her lack of looking where she was going.
“I am so sorry,” she said quickly, checking that the woman hadn’t been carrying anything, or if she had been that it hadn’t been spilt by Emma’s klutziness. “I wasn’t looking where I was going…”