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10 July 2008 @ 12:21 pm
Who: Ansel and Laurent
When: Midnight
Where: Morpeth Tavern

Laurent laughed and slapped the man on the back, a little too hard, and sent him flying off his stool. Fortunately for him, the man in question was so drunk that all he could do was wheeze for a few moments before passing out. The pretty little barmaid walked past him and he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her in for a kiss and earning a slap on his face for his trouble. After the most recent whiskey, which was either number seven or eight, he was feeling quite lucid, and was contemplating whether or not to start up a sing-song.

It had been a long time since Laurent had been away from the Carnival alone. But the growing number of performers and rousties milling about, all asking him questions and generally just doing things wrong was driving him crazy. So he had slipped away for a quiet drink to fume over. It had turned into a series of louder and louder drinks that he was now grinning into like an idiot.

Somewhere in the back of his mind flashed the need to urinate, and so standing up with a flourish and downing the rest of his whiskey, he stumbled outside and down a dark alley to alleviate his bladder, singing a tuneless song all the while.
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bigdevilanse on July 10th, 2008 03:08 am (UTC)
The tavern didn't have beds big enough to accommodate Ansel. Frankly, let's face it. It didn't have -rooms- big enough to accommodate Ansel. Which is why the giant is bedding down in the alley outside- Well, that and the fact that they were afraid he'd spook any of the animals in the stable. So, once he had a hot meal in him he stretched out and bedded down in the alley outside, making a blanket of some old papers.

Which means that there's a odd lumpy shape taking up a lot of the alleyway. With luck, the faint snoring will be noticed -before- Laurent relieves himself near it or on it.
Tamell: Laurent Deschanellmethuselan on July 10th, 2008 03:18 am (UTC)
((OOC: Just letting you know, the posts are in past tense, not present.))

He hit his shin on something hard, and swore audibly. His full bladder forgotten momentarily, he kicked out at the huge obstacle and was suprised when his foot seemed to contact with something soft-ish, rather than something rock solid.

The alley was too dark for him to see, and his vision was blurry at best. Still, he reached out a blind hand towards the darkest shadow and started prodding around. If he had been sober, this would have been a very stupid move. In hindsight, he would blame the whisky.
bigdevilanse on July 10th, 2008 03:33 am (UTC)
((OOC: Sorry, used to MUSH/MUX posing. Will keep in mind!))

While the kick had not elicited any noise, whatever was prodded (Which the merciful darkness concealed) drew a grunt, and the huge obstacle shifted. sitting up. Even seated, the shape was huge, eye-level with Laurent, given that he stooped to poke around. This was followed shortly by a deep voice asking, "So, do you -like- that hand? I'm asking in case you keep grabbing things you ought not, because then I'll rip it off as a souvenir, see."
Tamell: Laurent Deschanellmethuselan on July 10th, 2008 03:51 am (UTC)
Laurent paused mid poke when he was greeted with a voice. He straightened up and scoffed in an abnoxious way. There was only one voice he had heard like it in his time, and though his sober brain would have thought it a strange coincidence, he was not processing thought very well so instead jumped to the wrong conclusion.

"Is that you Pearce? I thought you'd fucked off like the rest of them..." he said, slurring his words heavily. without waiting to be invited, he sat down heavily on what he assumed to be a camp bed, and fumbled in his jacket for a cigarette. Finding none, he whacked the man on the arm. "S'give us a smoke, huh?" he demanded.
bigdevilanse on July 10th, 2008 04:11 am (UTC)
"I don't know who this Pearce is, but I can only assume that he bears an uncanny resemblance to Father Christmas since you're sitting in my lap." The giant moved one leg by way of demonstration. To the outside observer this no doubt resembled a garbled fairy tale about an ogre playing 'horsey' with a small boy. Fortunately the hypothetical observer would have needed the eyes of a cat. "Get off then, eh?"

He continued, voice getting growlier, "And I don't have any damned smokes, and if I did I wouldn't be giving them to any overly familiar strangers in an alley."
Tamell: Laurent Deschanellmethuselan on July 12th, 2008 09:30 am (UTC)
Laurent blinked a few times in the darkness. He had felt a momentary lift, and was then back sitting still. The voice in his ear, while still sounding remarkably like the former Carnie Pearce, was clearly not. In his drunken state, his mind fixated on the idea that he had somehow found Santa, and he tried to think of what he could ask for aside from a pony.

At the second comment, which brought his mind back to reality, he slid down on to the ground. Realising he was on the ground, and deciding after a moment that it was not where he wanted to be, he stood up and dusted himself off in what he hoped was a dignified manner. Clearing his throat, he stuck a hand out in the darkness. It was a good idea, he pondered, to be hospitable to those who's lap you have previously invaded.

"Well then... d'you want one?" he said, patting his pockets again with his free hand.
bigdevilanse on July 12th, 2008 05:41 pm (UTC)
"Don't smoke anyway," the giant admitted. "Tried once, but I kept crushing them."

He stood up then. It took a while; there was a lot of him to -stand-, after all. Then he stretched like a tectonic shift, all shifting plates and formation of mountains from shoulders. "I can see I'm not getting any more sleep tonight, though. Ansel Devlin, by the way."
Tamell: Laurent Deschanellmethuselan on July 15th, 2008 08:53 am (UTC)
Just then, the tavern door swung open behind Laurent while the kitchen lackey tossed out a bucket of filthy water. In the light that was cast from the open doorway Laurent finally got a good look at who he was talking to. Or, he got a good look at the chest of who he was talking to. He tilted his head back and looked up at the face, several feet above his own head.

Pearce, who had been a big, burly man, had stood tall at 6'4. Laurent himself was not small, standing at 6'1. The man that he was looking at was at least two feet taller than he was, if not more. Laurent focused for a moment, not realising that his jaw had gone slack.

The door closed and again the alley was plunged into darkness. For a moment there was silence. Then something, perhaps his carnie instinct kicked in. Laurent cleared his throat.

"Soooo...Ansel? You ever worked in the carnival?"
bigdevilanse on July 24th, 2008 12:36 am (UTC)
((Sorry took so long to get back: I wound up working the overtime shift of doom last week. 55 hours in 4 days. Brain is only now recovered.))

"Worked in a store, and until recently worked in...acquisitions and general transportation." Ansel's face was shrouded enough it was impossible to tell if he was grinning around that particular line of fine manure, but from his tone he hadn't liked the job so much. "Ain't never done a carnival. Is it honest work?"