Who: Clint (Open to anyone who's in/at the carnival if they want) What: Clint's relearning the old carny lifestyle Where: Dark's Carnival When: Afternoon of the 4th Rating/Status: TBD/Narrative (unless someone tags in, then in progress)
Clint glared slightly at the last message Dark sent him before sliding his phone into his pocket. He was a bit annoyed at being dismissed so easily but then again, Dark did have a whole carnival to run. After a few steps he noted the Cresswell guy coming up and he followed the other man silently to where some of the food was. Hearing the mealtimes, Clint nodded and grabbed a hot dog as it was a quick easy meal and began eating it, frowning when it tasted off slightly. He pushed it aside mentally and finished before he headed off to help out with some of the chores he had been assigned. He knew Dark was still working out when and where to have Clint put on his act. And Clint knew he'd have to change it up from the one he had set up for Dick's circus.
Wiping some sweat from his brow a short time later, he glanced around, grateful the temperatures were out of the triple digits. Pulling his sunglasses back on Clint headed for the next area that needed the trashbins checked and emptied if need be. The archer had to admit, Dark's carnival certainly seemed popular. Then again it was new and probably the last bit of fanfare the kids would get before school started back up. Perfect way to end summer break in their minds.
Clint just hoped that they stayed okay. His hand went to the amulet under his shirt, oblivious that it's power had never worked properly for him given he had met Dark and been wrapped in his carnival's spell before receiving it.