Bailey Carroll (boymeetsghoul) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2012-06-01 14:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | bailey carroll, carter mulvaney, charlotte laveau, danny mulvaney, john james, leon mccray, lola o'connor, week two |
{ W h o } Bailey and EVERYONE IS WELCOME!
{ W h a t } Bonfire/story-telling/singalongs/whatevs
{ W h e n } Friday night
{ W h e r e } In the centre of the carnival's camping area
{ R a t i n g } Various
{ S t a t u s } In progress
The rain was still dribbling down here and there, but after a long day behind the scenes, Bailey was sick of being inside, surrounded by reminders of people and things he'd lost with only his thoughts to keep him company. It seemed to him that the best solution was to go outside and distract himself, though it was cold and drizzly... and the best solution to that was to build a bonfire.
He'd already built it up to an impressive size using old wood and refuse when it occurred to him: what better way was there to rid himself of reminders he no longer wanted than to use them to fuel the fire? He went back inside his trailer and returned momentarily with a box of mementos.
First to go were the reminders of his former sweetheart, who left Czerwinski's to go be a fat lady at another, more highly-paying carnival. Photos, old gifts, letters - into the fire they went.
Next to go were the memories of his sister, who'd also left for greener pastures. This one stung about a hundred times more than the first, as she was family, and now he was here alone, without his partner-in-crime and best friend. Her things were next into the fire, though Bailey lingered on the final photo before tossing it - it was a black and white photograph of them as kids, Bailey's arm draped around his younger sibling. This one, he kept, tucking it safely into his jacket pocket. Some things were just too precious to throw away, even if the one they reminded you of was nothing but a traitor.
He was still here, though - and where else would he be, really? The carnival was his home, his livelihood, and it wasn't as though he'd be able to find anything better out there. He loved living here, even during the hardships, and mostly, that was because he loved the people.
A few of those people were emerging from their tents and trailers now, to see what all the flickering and crackling was about. Bailey found himself a seat near the fire and beckoned for them to join him.