Junk (aliceinjunkland) wrote in devils_past, @ 2009-02-12 18:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | *pre-virus, blaze, junk |
Who: Alice and Alex
Where: Sundance, WY
When: May 10, 2015
What: Broken Carousel and first meeting
Rating: Um...TBD nothing major
Status: In Progress
How her father talked her into these things she couldn't really figure out. The man had a way of working her pride like there was no tomorrow. 'Oh come on Alice', he said 'No one can weld like you can. You always talk about how I can't weld that great.' So of course Alice had hung up the phone and after gathering her stuff walked over to the traveling conglomeration of things. The Blue Midnight Traveling Carnival and Freak Show, boy wasn't that a mouthful, was several large tent, rides, side show, fortune tellers, an old lazy tiger, you name it and Alice could probably find it among all the things still hastily being set up before they were to open in just a few hours.
Her father and a guy, Alice could only assume was the Strong Man, lead Alice to what she needed to work on. She heard the guy ask her father if 'It was smart to let a little girl'... Before the man could finish Alice turned and fixed him with one hell of a look. "Hey buddy I don't tell you how to do your job." There was a good natured chuckle from the man who she could hear saying something about spunk. Alice just grumbled and got to work.
Alice was beside one of the carousel hares as it lay out on its side beside the carousel itself. It seemed while in transport from the last city they had set up shop in several of their piston driven carousel animals had broken. Alice with welding shield down over her face had her hair up in the standard ponytail; it didn’t do to burn her hair off after all. She wasn’t exactly properly dressed but she was in holy jeans and a camo T-shirt. The jeans had seen their better days and truly had more holes then denim and even had the peek-a-boo gash like rips around the base of her butt. Alice was a pretty girl if she bothered to try and even if she didn’t she wasn’t plain looking. She had been one of the few girls blessed, or cursed, with developing rather early.
Welding was like an art form to Alice. She had an affinity with metal and the torch in her hand with it blue green flame that sparked off of the metal in showers of red as it melted and melded once more together. There was no doubt watching that Alice knew exactly what she was doing.