[OPEN] Changes in Me

[mylastchance]

Who: Lauren and you.
What: He mad.
Where: The carnival grounds.
When: Before agent-nappings

I. He nearly shrieks when he sees it. He's washing his hands, leaving the restroom when he catches sight of himself in the mirror. There it is, a large leaf growing out out of the top of his head, and falling down over his hair. He stares at it in shock, lifting it up and trying to pull it out, but of course it doesn't budge.

"Susan? SUSAN?!"

II. Despite the change Lauren wasn't reluctant to leave his trailer. He had a leaf growing out of his head instead of hair, and it refused to be moved. His ears were longer and more elf-like as well. He should have known it was coming, of course, but for some reason he hadn't expected it to happen like this. Although many individuals at the carnival were strange in appearance, he'd had no reason to assume it was because of working here, or that it would happen to him. He knows he was being naive, and that only makes him angrier. That's the feeling that motivates him now, the only reason he can make himself leave the trailer.

He can't stay in that small space right now. His feelings were getting the best of him, boiling over and he didn't have any idea how to deal with it. Instead he stomped throughout the carnival grounds, staff in hand. He was angry and it showed in the tension of his shoulders and the scowl on his face.

Will you get in his way?

Comments

[fortuneglass]

[SHE WILL SO GET IN HIS WAY.

In a completely oblivious manner.] Lauren~!

I've been looking for you! I think I know a good day for a coffee break, it's just before all the shows start, so right when everyone needs a good drink..~

[Erm.]

[wild_magic]

Susan wasn't really doing much, just messing around with Fluff or something of the sort, when he heard Lauren start to freak out about something. So of course he went to investigate, looking curious and a bit concerned.

"Lauren...? Is everything okay?"

[fragileandsoft]

You know what helps in getting in the way? Carrying too many broken chunks of wood and metal to see where you're going. Really makes it hard to avoid bumping into people.

"Ohh cripes-- I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

[mossbuds]

Yes, obviously.

Lars was stomping around himself, as he's won't to do, angrily staring at nothing in particular—over one shoulder, or the other, but most importantly: not watching where he's going. When he crashes into Lauren, he makes a strangled yelp of surprise, falling on his bony ass. Knowing full well that was either half his fault or completely his fault, Lars glares up at Lauren, propped up by his palms on the ground.

"Hey, Keebler, watch where you're goin'! Some of us got places t'be, you know!"





Lars has nowhere to be.