Clayton Kearney | Clayton Jones (slidingsnapshot) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-07-27 12:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | clayton kearney, miriam cole |
Who: Clayton Kearney and Miriam Cole
What: A chance meeting between friends reincarnates from the same source
Where: Jones Brothers Carnival Spectacular, currently camped out somewhere in Florida.
When: early morning, July 26.
Rating: TBD
It was early morning, and the Carnival had just opened its doors to paying customers. It was looking to be another fine day in Florida, as the man currently known as Clayton Kearney looked up at the ferris wheel.
It wasn't the Colussus, but it was pretty damn close. In fact, the whole carnival gave both Clayton and Jonesy a giant case of deja vu on a regular basis; both with the period replica wheel he was in charge of, and with the period appropriate clothing the bosses (Jonesy refused to let Clayton call them 'Management') insisted that they wear.
After all, the odds of finding not only a carnival that needed someone to operate the ferris wheel, but a carnival that specialised in looking exactly like one from the 1930s? Astronomical. If either of them were regular churchgoers, they might have called it something hokey like 'destiny' or 'fate'. But as they were not, they chalked it up to yet another similarity to Jonesy's life. Which actually helped Clayton to adjust to life after hockey. He still missed the feel of ice under his skates, and the sheer joy of stickhandling a puck past defenders and putting it in the back of the net, but as he was discovering - thanks to Jonesy - there were other things he could be good at, too.
Such as this.
With no customers waiting to ride the wheel, Clayton had a little time on his hands. Grabbing the baseball and mitt he kept stashed in the console booth, he headed to the space under the wheel. Clayton's knee might not be strong enough to play professional hockey, but he was still able to walk unassisted. And pitch.
Checking to see that there was no-one around, Clayton looked up at the wheel again (he'd never get tired of looking at that view), before winding up and letting loose with a slider. As the ball left his hand, he could hear Jonesy in his head.
Yep. Still got it.