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inmyownworld ([info]inmyownworld) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-07-08 04:30:00

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Current music:Golgol Bordello- "Gypsy Part of Town"

So Be I Gagged or Bound, Lobotomized, Sedated
Who: L Lawliet and OPEN
What: Someone gets to be a carnie today. Being a carnie sucks.
When: Noon to evening, Day 2
Where: Fortune-Teller's Booth along the Boardwalk
Rating: PG-13, just in case someone gets shot?
Status: Incomplete



There were things in life that L had never, ever thought he'd have to do. Working as a fortuneteller was definitely one of them. Now, dressed in a loose white linen shirt, baggy brown trousers and a bright, colorful open poet's vest in burgundy reds and harvest yellows, he was standing behind a carnival counter with the overhead banner Madame Romani and Son. Around his ankle was a shackle and a chain connected to a nearby wagon, where an old Gypsy woman sat with a rifle in her lap.

"I'm not supposed to be here, you know..." L started, after glancing at the crystal ball in front of him.

"Not belong here? Pah!" Spat Madame Romani. "Third eye run een family! What, you theenk you run away?" She gave a hearty laugh, taking a pinch of chewing tobacco and stuffing it on the inside of her leathery cheek. "Gypsy family. We steeck together, through best of times, through worst of times, eh? My son may not leave hees mother after she birthed heem, blessed heem with third eye."

"No, I don't have a third eye. I'm not Romani. I'm don't even believe in psychic abilities," L maintained calmly. "I'm definitely not your son..."

Following this claim was a string of curses and angry shouting in Romani that sort of stunned L into silence. He understood the language, but rather wished he didn't, today. Because today, whether he liked it or not, he was stuck as a fortune teller with a third eye and a harridan for a mother.



[[OOC: Threadjack, people. Feel free to start your own thread and have one-on-one interactions with L, just say the time of day you're tagging in in the subject line. He'll tell your fortune, he guesses. XD COME ON YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO HAVE A CYNICAL DETECTIVE TELL YOUR FORTUNE.]]


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4:15PM
[info]inmyownworld
2010-07-09 03:34 pm UTC (link)
L glanced up wearily from his stool. He'd started the day standing up, cynical and annoyed, but the way the day had progressed had been... taxing. It was one thing to know beyond all certainty that he had no psychic abilities whatsoever and that he was ill-selected for phony fortune-telling. It was another thing entirely for someone else to turn him into a ventriloquist dummy and exhaust him. When he saw the Doctor, he received a prod from the Gypsy, and he dragged himself to his feet, chain clinking heavily.

He was wearing a pair of loose brown trousers, a linen, Renaissance-style shirt, and a large, open poet's vest in harvest yellows and burgundy reds. This was the most cheerful thing about his appearance; his eyelids were heavy and bruised-looking from lack of sleep, and his skin tone was pale, dull, and unhealthy. He wanted to ask this man for help, but that rifle the Gypsy seemed anxious to use killed the words before they could even form in the back of his throat.

"Welcome... welcome to Madame Romani's and Son. Do... do you wish to inquire about matters of past... present, future. Consult the... famous Romani third eye." He shuddered as the Gypsy stepped closer to him.

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Re: 4:15PM
[info]fromgallifrey
2010-07-14 01:53 am UTC (link)
The Doctor was happily poking around at the tent, eying the chain with a certain level of suspicion. That wasn't normal. Nothing about this place was normal. Not the way the air flowed or sound reverberated and certainly not the way this young man was attached to a chain.

"I'm pretty good with time, actually," the Doctor countered cheerfully, stepping up and sitting down at L's table. He tilted his head a little as he regarded the tired looking man.

"Are you alright?" His eyes flitted to the woman as she walked closer with her shotgun. That was... interesting. "What sort of carnival is this, anyway?"

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