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07 July 2008 @ 01:48 pm
Who: Tamell and Heather
When: Early evening
Where: Morpeth Town

Tamell left the small tavern, clutching in her hands a long box. She made gentle shushing sounds as she slipped through the crowd, moving to a more quiet area across the street. She paused when she was out of the way, hoisting herself up to sit on a deep windowsill, balancing the box on her lap.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a beaten cigarette tin, and pulled out a cigarillo. She normally kept them for after performances, but since she hadn't performed in a while, she figured what the hell. She struck a match on the lid of the box and drew back, blowing a cloud of smoke into the early evening air. She stroked the lid of the box and hummed to herself, savouring the smoke.
heather_dawson on July 8th, 2008 02:45 am (UTC)
She was reluctant to say she was lost but Heather had to admit to herself she didn't know where she was going either.

The driver of the carriage had asked her if she knew where she was headed. Heather had lied and said yes, she did. She had been eager to be rid of him and his chewing tobacco.

She didn't know the way but she had been to Morpeth as a little girl and she had figured that was enough. However, she was soon realizing that the city was much different than she had recalled. Additionally, it was much more intimidating to be amongst such a large crowd, without a single familiar face in sight, when you weren't holding someone's hand.

Slipping into a small alleyway between two shops to collect herself, Heather leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. She was about to enter the pub across the way to ask for directions when she noticed someone was humming softly. Looking up, she noticed a young woman had been sitting on a windowsill only a few feet from her, her concentration on a small box in her lap. She didn't strike Heather as hostile, as the people in the pub could likely be. If anything, it was probable she knew the way to the carnival grounds much better than Heather did.

Heather pulled out the poster from her bag and unfolded it. Taking a deep breath she approached the woman. “Excuse me,” Heather said turning the poster around so the woman could see it. “You wouldn't happen to know how to get to the carnival grounds would you?”
Tamell: Tamell - Quirkymethuselan on July 8th, 2008 08:35 am (UTC)
Tamell broke her reverie and peered at the young woman standing beside her. From where she was sitting, Tamell was a good foot higher than the woman, and she gave her a lazy smile. Noticing the flyer that was being held out to her she nodded her head. Looks like she wasn't the only one who was looking for a new home.

"Reckon so, jus' signed up myself," she said, slipping down off the sill and standing next to the woman. She placed the box carefully down where she had just been sitting and extended a hand, the cigarillo jutting out of her mouth.

"Name's Tamell. I can take you there, if you like?" The woman seemed a little scared and alone, and though Tamell was far from motherly she was usually happy to help others - if they were going her way.
heather_dawson on July 8th, 2008 10:41 pm (UTC)
Heather breathed a sigh of relief when the woman nodded her head and felt very grateful for having met someone who actually worked at the carnival. Taking the extended hand she shook it “I’m Heather.”

“Could you, if it’s not too much trouble?”
Tamell: Tamell - What?methuselan on July 9th, 2008 09:15 am (UTC)
Tamell picked up the box and gestured for Heather to follow her. She wove through the back streets, humming occasionally and stroking the box. At one stage the box moved of it's own accord, and she paused to make a tutting noise.

After a few minutes they were out of the heart of the town and strolling down a dirt road. The dusk sky was a relief, the heat falling a few welcome degrees. The sun had fallen but the sky was still a burn orange to the west. Tamell turned and examined the woman walking beside her.

"Acrobat?" she asked after a beat.
heather_dawson on July 10th, 2008 02:53 am (UTC)
Heather followed Tamell, occasionally shooting glances at the box she held. She was curious about it’s contents but didn't know her well enough to be comfortable asking.

As they walked in silence, Heather began to worry. Maybe this carnival had already filled up all the positions and didn’t need anyone new. She didn’t have a backup plan if this didn’t work out.

She was still lost in these thoughts when Tamell spoke up.“Acrobat? Oh, no I never did well with heights. I’m a fire breather.” She paused before adding “Think they’re still looking for people?”
Tamell: Tamell - Quirkymethuselan on July 10th, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
Tamell thought about the carnivals of her past, and the considerably bare grounds by comparison. She nodded her head.

"Dare say they are," she responded as the lights faded and the noise of the town dissapeared. All around them, Tamell could hear the rustling and scuttling of life. Her worn shoes scuffed the dirt as she walked.

"I've only just arrived, but I can show you round, introduce you to tha man in charge. Might be best to wait till mornin," she added with a glance to the sky.
heather_dawson on July 15th, 2008 02:22 am (UTC)
Heather relaxed a little, "That's good to know."

"If you could," Heather began, responding to Tamell's offer "I'd be real appreciative of your kindness."

She too looked up at the darkening sky. "Morning would probably be best."
Tamell: Tamell - What?methuselan on July 15th, 2008 07:09 am (UTC)
Tamell gave her a smile and continued on, humming to her box. They reached the carnival grounds and Tamell gave Heather a slight wave, signalling her to follow. She made her way back over to her cart, a little ways away from the other tents that were set up. She noticed another new tent set up next to a wagon, the horses hitched not far off. More people were arriving. It would soon feel like a carnival should.

There was a murmur of voices around the tents, and Tamell placed the box on her cart and busied herself for a few moments lighting several oil lamps that she had stored. She hung them in the tree near her bedroll, casting some illumination in the now dark night.

Tamell grabbed the box and sat down on her bedroll, patting a spot beside her for Heather to sit down. She stroked the box a few more times before opening the lid and slipping in a hand.

"Would you like to see my latest act?" she asked, being as friendly as she could.
heather_dawson on July 23rd, 2008 04:08 am (UTC)
Heather followed Tamell, taking in what she could see of the carnival. It was modest but had a good number of people it seemed. It probably wouldn't put on a bad show once it got going.

When they reached Tamell's cart, Heather watched as she light the oil lamps and continued to soak in the sights of the inhabitants of the carnival settling in for the night.

Heather gladly accepted Tamell's invitation to sit down. They hadn't walked far but Heather felt tired all the same. It had been a rough couple of days.

She set her bag beside her and sat cross legged, idly watching Tamell stroke the box she held.

“Sure!” Heather said perking up when Tamell offered to show her her act. She felt a bit embarrassed that she hadn't thought to ask what Tamell's act consisted of and wondered if it had anything to do with the contents of the box.