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lostcarnival2016-12-10 06:58 pm
control_freak) wrote in lostcarnival2016-12-10 06:58 pm
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How (Not) To Dress To Impress
Who: Foster and YOU
What: Foster's stubborn refusal to wear presentable clothing gets him on the RM's shitlist. He gets turned into a cow.
Where: The carnival grounds
When: Before the kidnappings
Warnings: Over-the-top self-deprecation, and... uh, he gets turned into a cow.
A. Before
To be honest, Foster wasn't terribly interested in his new... career. His 'hiring' was less of a blur and more of a short yet tedious process of being told what he was going to do and why and then being left to do it. Which... he understood. But he didn't really... care?
He didn't care about the job. His mistakes, yes. He couldn't stop thinking about it. But the whole... part where he was supposed to talk to people? What was he supposed to do? Didn't she know what kind of disgusting, worthless garbage she was counting on? Why, she'd be better off with no one than relying on someone like him. No, she would be better with even literal piles of refuse lining the walkups to her shows. His revolting presence would drive people away, would... would...
Also.
He didn't really like talking to people.
But he had a couple of days to "settle in." To... explore.
And then he has to get to work.
Which he does--a skinny, sallow figure the off-brown colour of an old cement road, dressed only in striped flannel pyjama pants and a haphazardly wrapped blue scarf. On his breaks, he retreats back to the back lot--honestly just a dressed up trailer park, he doesn't understand why they call it a backyard.
And he might not dress for the job--barefoot and ribby, with no shirt and tangled yellow hair--but he's definitely got a way with words.
"Life is short, you know! Too short to live without a little wonder. Without awe. Without magic! But tonight... tonight you can have all that and more! Buy your tickets now..."
He smiles, just shy of brightly.
"Regret lasts a lifetime. No matter how long or short...!"
B. After
There's a new addition to the menagerie.
It's not very exciting. In fact, it's so ordinary that it's kind of odd.
But there it is: a sleepy-eyed, standoffish brown cow.
If you talk to it, it ignores you. If you try to pet it, it moves away.
So.... normal cow?
Lmao no
What: Foster's stubborn refusal to wear presentable clothing gets him on the RM's shitlist. He gets turned into a cow.
Where: The carnival grounds
When: Before the kidnappings
Warnings: Over-the-top self-deprecation, and... uh, he gets turned into a cow.
A. Before
To be honest, Foster wasn't terribly interested in his new... career. His 'hiring' was less of a blur and more of a short yet tedious process of being told what he was going to do and why and then being left to do it. Which... he understood. But he didn't really... care?
He didn't care about the job. His mistakes, yes. He couldn't stop thinking about it. But the whole... part where he was supposed to talk to people? What was he supposed to do? Didn't she know what kind of disgusting, worthless garbage she was counting on? Why, she'd be better off with no one than relying on someone like him. No, she would be better with even literal piles of refuse lining the walkups to her shows. His revolting presence would drive people away, would... would...
Also.
He didn't really like talking to people.
But he had a couple of days to "settle in." To... explore.
And then he has to get to work.
Which he does--a skinny, sallow figure the off-brown colour of an old cement road, dressed only in striped flannel pyjama pants and a haphazardly wrapped blue scarf. On his breaks, he retreats back to the back lot--honestly just a dressed up trailer park, he doesn't understand why they call it a backyard.
And he might not dress for the job--barefoot and ribby, with no shirt and tangled yellow hair--but he's definitely got a way with words.
"Life is short, you know! Too short to live without a little wonder. Without awe. Without magic! But tonight... tonight you can have all that and more! Buy your tickets now..."
He smiles, just shy of brightly.
"Regret lasts a lifetime. No matter how long or short...!"
B. After
There's a new addition to the menagerie.
It's not very exciting. In fact, it's so ordinary that it's kind of odd.
But there it is: a sleepy-eyed, standoffish brown cow.
If you talk to it, it ignores you. If you try to pet it, it moves away.
So.... normal cow?
B
even with the smell. She notices the new addition immediately, if only because it's so mundane. It's not a giant cat, it doesn't have wings, it's just a cow. Just like the ones back home!She doesn't hesitate to come right up and reach out to stroke the top of its head. "Hello, are you new here as well?"
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Either way--
When Hinawa walks up, he's expecting, at most, a few moments of her talking at him, in that way people talk to all animals--meaninglessly, not expecting a reply. And then she'll go on her way and leave him to.... this.
Not--
He freezes at her touch, paralysed by temporary panic.
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Her tone is definitely that of a mother speaking to a small child, because she has no idea what she's actually talking to.
Let's pretend the holidays didn't end me.
This is a punishment, after all. It would be... inappropriate for him to solicit attention, wouldn't it? To solicit comfort from another? Obscene. And dishonest.
What would the Ring Master say? What would she do?
He actually loathes being touched--without permission, without warning. But some deeper instinct now craves it, leaving him conflicted and confused and wary and frustrated.
Moreso than ever, in fact.