Lane Jones | The Gofer (dogearedmap) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-11 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | chance renard, lane jones, week 5 |
Who: Chance and Lane
Where: The storage trailer.
When: Monday, about midday.
What: Lane's looking for something to do. Getting in Chance's hair is probably not his best choice.
Rating: Probably G?
Status: In progress.
It had been two weeks since Lane had hidden himself away in the carnival's storage trailer as they were packing up, and in those two weeks he'd accomplished pretty much nothing. Sure, he'd helped out as much as he could, but he was too small and weak for a lot of the heavy lifting that the roustabouts did, he couldn't cook worth a flip, and he was too stupid for a lot of the other jobs around the place. Ms. Marjan hadn't kicked him out yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he started hearing "are you sure this is the right place for you? Maybe you'd be better off somewhere else." Or something like it, he'd heard people say that a lot of ways since he was a kid, but it always meant the same thing - nobody wanted him around.
This time, it was gonna be different. Lane knew he just had to find the right spot, the right job. There was a lot to be done around the carnival, and one of those things had to be something that he could do. After a full morning of looking around for something to do, he retreated to the storage trailer where he'd started out to rethink the way he was doing things. It had become his thinking spot, his hiding place, whenever he could get it to himself. It didn't look like that was the case this time, though, he could hear the sounds of somebody moving around inside. He tucked the hunk of bread he'd grabbed for lunch into his pocket (he tried not to take much of the food, not when he didn't give much back - and he didn't need much to eat anyway) and poked his head inside, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darker space. "Can I help?"