Dave Maguire (justcallmedave) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-08-21 17:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave maguire, ringo riot, week 2 |
{ w h o } Ringo, Dave
{ w h a t } shirking work
{ w h e n } Monday evening
{ w h e r e } Dave's super secret hideout
{ r a t i n g } PG-ish
Dave knew he should take his turn in the freak show along with the other human oddities. He hadn't been hired because he could keep the rides running; any rube could do that job. No, Marjan had hired him to pull in crowds of curious spectators. As usual, Dave had started the day with good intentions. He'd don his monkish robe and display his freakish wounds and really earn his keep. But as the time for his performance grew closer, his resolve wavered.
People wanted to see a miracle, a mystic... Or at least some razzle-dazzle. A prophet, not some reed shaken by the wind. Dave was no prophet, merely a disgraced former priest. And so when his shift running the teacup ride ended, instead of heading backstage to the sideshow dressing rooms, he skulked off in the opposite direction.
Dave managed to get to the kootch show without anyone in authority catching sight of him and he relaxed. He was home free. He still had a reputation as a man of the cloth; no one would ever expect to look for him here. He slipped around the back of the building, away from the lights of the marquees. Nobody came back here except underage boys hoping to get a glimpse through a broken board.
As Dave's eyes adjusted to the dimness, he caught sight of another figure lurking in his favored hiding spot.
"Sorry, kid, no free peeks." Those ladies worked hard for their pay, Dave reasoned. If the kid wanted his morals corrupted he'd have to buy a ticket.