Allison Jayne Clark (lostnotalone) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-08-15 22:54:00 |
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Current mood: | frightened |
Who: Allison & Cassidy Clark
What: Big Brother to the rescue!
When: Monday night, towards the end of the evening approaching the close of the carnival
Where: Just off the midway
Rating: Med-high for violence and a prime example of douch-baggy menfolk
Status: Complete/Closed
Allison had a night off. Well, she’d been manning the booth all afternoon and now she was off for the evening because her shift was over. She didn’t mind ticket taking, it was important she supposed as a job, but then again she did get a little bored of the whole thing sometimes when she knew she could be operating a ride or drawing on people’s faces and such. She’d been doodling a little, her sketchbook had a fair few images of Brady in it, scribbled out when she knew he wasn’t watching, and a couple of her brother from what she’d remembered him. Pictures of faceless people, a big one and a little, standing underneath trees, sketched colours in black, white and grey.
She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling a little chill of the night air catching her skin. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and an off the shoulder, baggy, boyfriend style jersey top. It flattered her form, made her look willowy but not too thin which was good. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and caught slightly in the wind. Earlier on she’d had Ellie do face paints in blue, black and silver swirls along the curve of her jaw and down the line of her neck and across what was visible of her collarbone. She hadn’t considered it to be at all inviting, but apparently, from the couple of cat-calls she’d received, it was.
One such cat-caller hadn’t taken too kindly to her ignoring him and his heavily booted feet came up behind her. She was trying to work out whereabouts Brady might be, and she missed the sound of boots of the sound of someone calling her some sort of pet name. The first thing she knew of it was when she felt her wrist being grabbed and she was turned roughly around, enough to make her booted feet stumble and scuff on the floor.
“Hey!” she tried to pull her wrist back, but the guy was having none of it. He had a faint sheen across his eyes, like he’d had enough to drink that he was fully aware of what he was doing, but had a beer’s worth of courage to make him do things that were just on this side of stupid. “Let go.”
“No need to be such a bitch,” he said, tugging her a little closer and her hand ended up on his chest, trying to push herself away as his arm came around her waist. “Don’t all you carnie folk like a bit of rough and tumble?”
Allison twisted awkwardly and tried to stamp on the guy’s foot as he pulled her in close but he only laughed, cheek against hers as he muttered obscenities into her ear and she pushed against his chest again, suddenly feeling very afraid that she wouldn’t be able to get away.
“Get off me,” she said, raising her voice again a little but the sounds of the carnival were loud and dramatic and she didn’t know if anyone would hear. “I mean it, just- get off me or-“
“Or what, little one?”
Allison dug her nails into the guy’s wrist, hard enough that he did let out a sharp cry of surprise, her heel slamming down onto his toes again and she sort of bolted, but he caught up with her again, alcohol making him stupid and bold, and the way that he had been born making him a total and utter tool with no respect for women.