edison is the (carnivalking) wrote in repose, @ 2016-04-09 03:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, eddie nelson, muerte graves |
log: eddie/muerte at the carnival
Who: Eddie and Muerte
Where: The Carnival
When: a few days after the egg hunt
What: Eddie's assistant has the flu
Warnings: tba
"Starla? Showtime is in ten minutes, are you dressed?" Eddie stood on the metal steps of a parked airstream decorated in fairy lights and flowers, knocking on the door and sighing heavily as one does when their assistant isn't being cooperative. He was dressed in his performance attire, but his deep green suit wasn't buttoned, his bowtie hung around his neck and his shirt cuffs hadn't been buttoned. His hair, which tended to curl madly when he didn't gel it back with force, had bounced into that familiar, silly curl at the top of his head. Eddie could take care of all that in less than a minute, but first he needed to know that Starla could even perform.
"Eddie- I don't- I'm not doing so good." She weakly said from the back of the airstream, completely unable to even come to the door.
"Well, you sure picked a perfect night to catch the plague." He put his hands on his hips, leaning his shoulder against the door. He gave a heavy sigh, one that made his shoulders move up and down dramatically like this could possibly lead to the end of the world. If anyone was watching, they wouldn't be surprised. Everyone knew he got dramatic when he was stressed.
"Sorry I can't-" Starla started before devolving into sounds of getting sick into a bucket that made Eddie hop away from the door. He yelled "IT'S FINE! DRINK PLENTY OF FLUIDS!" and grabbed a dancing girl to keep an eye on her.
Storming back into the tent, his fingers furiously tied the bow-tie around his neck, chin sharply up in the air as he looked around his tent of carnies getting ready for the show. Who could stand in for Starla? Clowns were no good, most of the dancing girls felt uncomfortable with all the talking and playacting involved and his backup assistant had left weeks ago on a road trip. They were so low on people in general that taking anyone out of their assigned role would be a disaster.
"Hey boss, we gotta let people in the tent soon." A clown with his face painted like he just got back from a Slipknot concert said and Eddie gave another heavy sigh, this one from the gut.
"Okay," He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled loud enough to get the attention of his whole carnival. "Everyone! Let's get the show on the road. Willy, you do the meet and greet for me, I have to think." There were a smattering of sure boss and chatter as carnies prepared for the big show. Eddie took the opportunity to step outside, flinging the tent curtain in the air with theatrics as he went. He walked back to his office next the tent that had all his animatronics, bowtie crooked and hair still a mess.
Eddie knew that he could do the show on his own, he had plenty of times before, but tonight it hurt in a way he couldn't explain. All that running and fighting to be on his own lead him to this. Being self-reliant, standing in the middle of a carnival ring with only himself to blame and praise and love and hate. Wasn't this what he wanted? With lackadaisical grace, he gently balled up his fist, hit the side of his office trailer and a wooden plank opened to reveal a secret hiding spot. Inside was a beautiful silver lighter, a box of cigarettes and an ankh. Smoking was a bad habit that he only indulged in once in a blue moon, and tonight when he looked up through the forest he was sure he could see a glittering sapphire staring back at him.
"Blue enough for me." Eddie murmured with the cigarette between his lips. He lit it with a snap of his lighter and then he immediately reached for the ankh, warming it in the palm of his hand.