Chance Renard (one_last_chance) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-01 19:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | chance renard, michael bjorn, week 3 |
{ w h o } Chance and Michael
{ w h a t } Checking inventory.
{ w h e n } Monday; Mid Morning
{ w h e r e } Carnival's Storage Trailer
{ r a t i n g } G
{ s t a t u s } Complete.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
If the postmen could do it, so could Chance. To that end, he had ventured out from the warm, dry safety of his trailer to head towards the trailers where they kept communal supplies. Chance held his umbrella tightly against the wind and the wet. He had his notebooks tucked under his arm, wrapped in an extra shirt to protect them from the rain. He walked, no, he strode through the downpour like he was on a mission. In a way, he was. A mission to protect the carnival from disorganization and inaccurate records.
He stepped up into the storage trailer, shaking his umbrella off outside before he pulled it in. He took one last glance into the rain before he turned to go inside.