{ Who } Alene and Chance { What } Looking for work { When } Tuesday morning { Where } The Carnival proper { Rating } PG [is there a rating for awkward?] { Status } In Progress
So here it was. Dusty tents. A few small trailers. It didn't look as promising as she'd hoped, but it was the carnival she was told would be rolling into town, and that was what mattered. Carrying her small suitcase, something she hadn't sold yet but should have, she walked past a few of the dusty tents, wondering if this was indeed the right idea.
The man who'd paid her, he'd told her not to go to a brothel. That they beat women there. He told her that if she wanted to sell herself, she needed to find someone named Marjan. She'd spent the last few weeks in Philadelphia, eeking out what she could by selling another link of her necklace. She only had a few pieces left, as well as the ring she never wanted to sell. Twisting the ring on her finger, she bit her lower lip as she walked through the carnival, feeling as out of place as a cat amongst tin cans. The first person she saw, she stopped, clearing her throat and calling out in her accented voice.