Allison Jayne Clark (lostnotalone) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-07-13 22:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison clark, braden winters |
Who: Allison & Brady
What: Movie night!
When: Wednesday, late evening
Where: Allison's trailer
Rating: Low
Status: Complete/Closed
Allison had given her trailer the quickest tidy in the history of tidying. They’d been stopped for a little bit and already it looked like some kind of hurricane had blown through her small living space. She’d shoved a lot of crap underneath the bed, a little more in the cupboards because she’d left it too late to tidy properly and Brady would be over any time soon. She didn’t want him to think that she was a slob.
She’d bought a packet of popcorn for the trip but hadn’t ended up needing it considering how much candy and goodies they’d had to eat on the way, so she’d kept it safe for a time just like his (or so she’d hoped), safe in its foil bag, kept fresh and crunchy and covered in toffee.
There were a pile of movies sitting on the edge of the counter, her laptop slowly waking up where it was sitting in the bed. It was whirring softly to itself in preparation of being worked pretty solidly for a couple of hours. One of the other ticket takers had come along to take over from her since she’d been behind the booth since the carnival opened and it was now nearly 10pm. Thankfully she didn’t have an early start tomorrow, or ever again, really, the Carnival didn’t open first thing in the morning.
She wasn’t watching the door, or anything. And she certainly wasn’t checking that her hair looked okay, and that she was… looking good in the small mirror she had attached to the back of the door to make sure she looked at least presentable. Though she was so concerned with fussing with her hair that she missed the slight smudge of black sparkly face paint at the corner of her left eye from where she’d hastily cleaned it off earlier.
Glancing at the clock, then at the computer (which was just about coming back to life, the thing was utterly ancient) and then at her reflection again, finger combing the lengths and hoping that they’d behave.
She wet her lower lip and told herself to calm down.
Calm down, Allison. Don’t act like an idiot.
Allison had given her trailer the quickest tidy in the history of tidying. They’d been stopped for a little bit and already it looked like some kind of hurricane had blown through her small living space. She’d shoved a lot of crap underneath the bed, a little more in the cupboards because she’d left it too late to tidy properly and Brady would be over any time soon. She didn’t want him to think that she was a slob.
She’d bought a packet of popcorn for the trip but hadn’t ended up needing it considering how much candy and goodies they’d had to eat on the way, so she’d kept it safe for a time just like his (or so she’d hoped), safe in its foil bag, kept fresh and crunchy and covered in toffee.
There were a pile of movies sitting on the edge of the counter, her laptop slowly waking up where it was sitting in the bed. It was whirring softly to itself in preparation of being worked pretty solidly for a couple of hours. One of the other ticket takers had come along to take over from her since she’d been behind the booth since the carnival opened and it was now nearly 10pm. Thankfully she didn’t have an early start tomorrow, or ever again, really, the Carnival didn’t open first thing in the morning.
She wasn’t watching the door, or anything. And she certainly wasn’t checking that her hair looked okay, and that she was… looking good in the small mirror she had attached to the back of the door to make sure she looked at least presentable. Though she was so concerned with fussing with her hair that she missed the slight smudge of black sparkly face paint at the corner of her left eye from where she’d hastily cleaned it off earlier.
Glancing at the clock, then at the computer (which was just about coming back to life, the thing was utterly ancient) and then at her reflection again, finger combing the lengths and hoping that they’d behave.
She wet her lower lip and told herself to calm down.
Calm down, Allison. Don’t act like an idiot.