Dave Maguire (justcallmedave) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-07 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlotte laveau, dave maguire |
{ w h o } Charlotte, Dave
{ w h a t } wandering around the carnival grounds after dark
{ w h e n } Wednesday night
{ w h e r e } Cleveland, Ohio
{ r a t i n g } TBD
Midweek in a city that had just discovered a grisly murder, and Dave found himself with scarcely a care in the world. Sure, there were more police than usual poking around the midway, but since the worst crime Dave had ever committed was jaywalking, the cops didn't concern him in the slightest.
Nor did Dave have to worry about which girl he might invite to one of the local dance halls, as he'd overheard a few of his fellow carnies discussing. Nobody wanted a man with holes in his feet for a dance partner, so he was off the hook for any attempt to impress the ladies this week.
Any possibility of winding up dead and dismembered, floating facedown in a lake, seemed utterly remote. Although the medic had been pretty upset to discover they'd been acquainted in the past, Dave thought, but for all his bluster, Luc Wheeler didn't seem like the type to hack someone to pieces.
In the midst of this odd mix of carefree and gruesome thoughts, Dave noticed Charlotte Laveau. It seemed he wasn't the only one out wandering tonight. Even in the dim light, the statuesque redhead was impossible to miss. Dave called out a greeting while he was still some distance away, not wanting to startle the woman. Under the circumstances, such a faux pas could turn out to be unhealthy.
"Good evening, Miss Charlotte! Might I walk you to, er, wherever you happen to be going?" he offered as he drew closer.