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17 July 2008 @ 08:26 pm
When: Early Morning
Where: The Big Top

Laurent stood at the edge of the chow tent, munching thoughtfully on an apple. His eyes were travelling over the row of tents, marking out all the new performers that had been drifting into the carnival for the last week. He was itching, not in a physical way, but was keen to get started. He had never been one to slack off, and if there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was freeloaders.

He spat an apple seed into the dirt and gave a sharp whistle. A nearby roustie looked up and he pointed at the boy, then at the dirt beside him. As the boy dropped what he was doing and ran towards him, he was silently smug that he held sway over at least someone, even if they were just the help.

The boy stopped where he had pointed and took of his hat. Laurent turned back to the tents for a moment, then placed a hand on the boys shoulder.

"Go over there, and round them all up." he said, pointing with his half eaten apple at the tents and wagons. "Tell them to go to the Top. There's been enough slacking off." As the boy took off running towards the tents, he smiled. Time to see what they were all made of. He bit into his apple again and strolled towards the big top.
dahlia_lisette on July 17th, 2008 02:30 pm (UTC)
Dahlia had been laying out near her bedroll, trying to work on her tan despite the dust that kept clinging to her body. Seeing one of the rousties running near the campground yelling something about the big top was enough to make her stand up and head over- she didn't need to know the details until she got there.

She took a moment to put on her heels, adjust her bra and smooth her tap shorts before sauntering over to the tent. Once inside she saw Laurent. Raising an eyebrow she waited for some kind of instruction.
czar_of_steele on July 17th, 2008 06:49 pm (UTC)
Sasha woke with a jolt upon hearing someone barking instructions to head to the big top. It took a few moments for the words to register, leaving him blinking and groping for his shirt in the small tent. With his shirt on and a cigarette already hanging from his lip he shuffled to the big top, still a little out of it from the pipe he'd smoked around four in the morning.

Pushing the big top's flap aside he didn't bother to ask who the others in the tent were. Instead he found a pole to lean against, his hangover making him feel worse with each passing moment.
fortunesalice on July 17th, 2008 07:40 pm (UTC)
Alice had gone to the door of her tent, after being called to by a young man who was relayed the demand that she go to the big top. Expecting that she would need to perform, she called out to tell him that she would be there straightaway. She dug into one of her trunks and pulled out a pink silk performance leotard, decorated up one side with elegant roses and vines. She slipped this on, adjusting it in her desk mirror. she slipped on a pair of high heeled shoes, ones that she would take off as soon as it was her turn, and not exactly appropriate, but likely to take the least amount of time putting on. She checked to make sure her hair was still pinned up in such a way as to keep it away from her face and hands while up on the trapeze, and grabbed a fabric abundant shawl. She draped it around herself, and started off at a clip, trotting carefully over to the tent, avoiding the largest of the rocks in the dust as best she could. She slipped into the tent and took her place beside Dahlia, straightening her posture and looking at Laurent, waiting for instructions or some sort of speech.
stella_la_belle: bewarestella_la_belle on July 18th, 2008 08:03 am (UTC)
Laurent wasn't talking to her.

Okay, that wasn't saying much. It's not like they'd been best of friends or anything. But, well, a lot had happened, and he was the only one who'd been through it all with her. Except for management of course, but Love was aloof and rarely spoke to anyone of anything. And Mama Mambo, well, she was just as strange as she ever was, and she was acting like nothing had ever happened.

Or like it had all happened before.

Which was all just to say that Stella had no idea what Laurent was planning when he sent his lacky to call her over, and she resented being treated like one of the new recruits. She'd been with this carnival for longer than he, and thought that he might of at least have discussed his plans with her.

Sullenly, she dawdled to the tent. Standing in the door and allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she saw Sasha standing by a pole and looking ill, and two women she didn't recognise sitting on a bench before the ringmaster like eager school children. Scowling, she stepped back out into the light, waiting for a few more people to arrive before she joined them.
grey_blades on July 22nd, 2008 03:34 pm (UTC)
Jane and Charles both understood the unspoken command that it was time to perform, because really, what else did you do in the Big Top but prove your worth to be in there in the first place? No-one had made the demand yet to see what they could do, not in any substantial way; it was more than likely time to show why they were there in the first place. So knives were retrieved, Charles carrying the cases, and the pair made their silent way to the tent. It looked like they were amongst the tail end, and Jane shrugged, making a gesture with her hand that made her brother smile for a moment. All the same, the pair hung back, watching everything and keeping their wordless confidences between themselves.
Tamell: Tamellmethuselan on July 28th, 2008 01:37 am (UTC)
Tamell was the last to head to the tent. She made sure everything was locked up and secure, then ambled over, her bare feet creating small clouds of dust as she walked.

She moved into the tent silently, slipping past the couple standing at the door and brushing against the shirt of the man. Without turning she walked towards the front, pausing when she could clearly see the man standing at the front of the ragtag group.