Who: Karr, OTA Where: Outside the Midnight Tent When: Saturday night, Sunday morning, somewhere in between What: Karr is working security and bored out of his mind. Rating: PG-13, Karr swears like a sailor (please do not read if you are offended by the f-bomb) Status: In progress. It was a slow night, and Karr hated slow nights. He was restless and really wanted a fight, but of course people were behaving tonight, so he was not getting the satisfaction. Grr. Bare feet scuffed over the floor of the Midnight Tent as he paced and fidgeted, trying to distract himself from his eager muscles. He walked with a slouch, his head tilted down, long, dark, red-streaked hair hiding his face and the points of his ears. His hands were tucked into his pants pocket and, if not for those large, clawed, furry feet, he would look almost normal.
He did his best to keep his eyes down and off the dancers on stage, he was distracted enough tonight without getting an eyeful of something he'd never have. Despite the fact that his eyes were locked firmly on the ground, he was very aware of what was going on around him. His ears were constantly sweeping the crowd for any hints of trouble, his slim body ready to spring into action if need be. He was quite disarming in that way, a small, lean kid with a young face who seemed to be sulking and unaware of reality, no one expected a powerful and unpredictable killer to be lurking behind that facade.
A heavy sigh left him when he, yet again, me with no signs of trouble. Damn. Tonight was dull. Karson hauled his head up, wild strands of hair falling before intense, glaring eyes as his dark gaze swept the tent. It would be easy enough to go start a fight, but then he'd have the Ringmaster up his ass and that was just not worth it. He growled something incomprehensible before he trudged his way toward the tent entrance, wondering if any of the other security was around. Someone to grumble his boredom at would be a nice distraction, if only for a few minutes. He stopped near the tent flap and crossed his arms before his chest, eyes shifting between the audience and the tent flap and back again as he wondered how much trouble he would get into if he slipped out and prowled for a bit. Hmmm.