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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?
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Well. Literal disinterest. Foster doesn't give a single fuck about Ginko's bag of apple slices.
His hunched back as he snorts apprehensively into the straw is an unconscious physical threat as Ginko approaches. He might not know how to be a cow himself, but the cow brain knows what its body means.
Because no matter how he thinks about it, he doesn't feel bad. Not bad enough. Not the right kind of bad. Which of course only makes him--and his feelings--worse....??
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"Seriously? Nothing?" Fine, then, he'll just eat that apple slice himself. He closes up the bag and sets it aside, then leans against the fence. "Well, what am I supposed to do, then, just clean around you? That wouldn't be ideal for either of us. And I'm not sure I can push an entire cow..."
He straightens up and looks around with a sigh. "...Let's just hope you're halter trained, I guess."
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Which would have been impressive mostly because Foster does not resort to violence often or at all by any choice of his own, as he does not view himself as being worth the right to stand up for himself. However, he also isn't really a huge fan of being touched, and he's kind of in a mood.
And if push had come to literal shove... well, cows have a much more efficient set of instincts than humans.
As it is, Ginko just gets a long, steady stare from the relevant half of the cow's wide range of vision.
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"Alright, just hold still. Not gonna hurt you or anything."