Gil Godwin (the_elusive) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-11-13 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | gil godwin, lane jones |
{ W h o } Gil and Lane
{ W h a t } Props aren't supposed to talk. But they do.
{ W h e n } Monday afternoon
{ W h e r e } Show tent
{ R a t i n g } TBD
{ S t a t u s } In progress
Gil was doing his very best to ignore Lane, the kid who was not in any way, shape, or form his assistant.
While he reset his pulleys and checked over all the rope for strain or wear after their early show, he'd set the kid on some task so menial he forgot what it even was. Sweeping the dirt out of the sawdust or counting the stripes on the tent or something. Gil was pretty sure you could tell Lane to go count the blades of grass between here and the next town, and he'd go do it without a word of complaint. Probably get the damn count right, too. He was a hard worker, Gil would give him that.
Just not a worker he'd asked for.