[Alois' bad mood should be no big deal to anyone who sees him. The only odd thing about his scowl is how he's scowling—usually when he's angry, he'll glare at anyone and everyone who crosses his path, almost always for no good reason. Now, though, he's giving his feet such withering looks.
His feet are wearing a pair of long boots, which is even more common than his bad mood; they reach just below his knee, while his stockings raise even further. He's probably wearing shorts, but they're covered by the hem of his long coat. The coat is fancy, easily the costliest purchase he's made during his time with the Carnival: it's lavender, pleated, and lined with black fur. He looks very cozy, cloudy mood aside. Even cozier is the adorable scarf in which he has swaddled himself. It's pulled up around the lower half of his face, so it's hard to see, but... His cheeks—they're red? It isn't quite cold enough for it to be the weather, is it?
He's so busy glaring at his boots and huddling into this scarf that anyone who passes by him will startle him. He jumps, alarmed and off balance, before biting out with vitriol—] Well, what! I'm right here, you know!
[But, okay, so his bad moods are common, he's nasty a lot, but right now he doesn't seem angry so much as... embarrassed? What's his deal?]
karaoke 1
[He hasn't had a turn at the karaoke machine yet. The festivities are getting heated so he's taken off his lovely coat; now instead he sits in a button up blouse, and, with his mouth shut and his legs crossed, he looks very delicate and nice. He would look nicer, though, if his face weren't growing stormier by the second. His brows draw lower and lower, until...]
This is soooOOOO— [As he draws out his vowel, it gets louder and louder, though still kind of quashed by the performance (which just pisses him off more!). But he knows better than to rain on the Ringmaster's parade, and so he finishes very quietly:] Tacky.
karaoke 2
[Tacky or not, Alois did eventually get up there. He's just ended his turn, in fact. His song was a stirring rendition of—yes—Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You. (He has learned this song from a wealth of other karaoke nights.) Well, it's not quite stirring, perhaps. He really, really doesn't have the vocal range for it, not to mention he clearly got emotional early into the song, leaving him with a cracking, wavering voice. But God if he wasn't impassioned.
Now that he's through, he sits down, grabbing his coat from his seat and pulling it against his chest like a security blanket. He's holding his breath like he's trying not to cry.]
alois trancy | veteran | open
[Alois' bad mood should be no big deal to anyone who sees him. The only odd thing about his scowl is how he's scowling—usually when he's angry, he'll glare at anyone and everyone who crosses his path, almost always for no good reason. Now, though, he's giving his feet such withering looks.
His feet are wearing a pair of long boots, which is even more common than his bad mood; they reach just below his knee, while his stockings raise even further. He's probably wearing shorts, but they're covered by the hem of his long coat. The coat is fancy, easily the costliest purchase he's made during his time with the Carnival: it's lavender, pleated, and lined with black fur. He looks very cozy, cloudy mood aside. Even cozier is the adorable scarf in which he has swaddled himself. It's pulled up around the lower half of his face, so it's hard to see, but... His cheeks—they're red? It isn't quite cold enough for it to be the weather, is it?
He's so busy glaring at his boots and huddling into this scarf that anyone who passes by him will startle him. He jumps, alarmed and off balance, before biting out with vitriol—] Well, what! I'm right here, you know!
[But, okay, so his bad moods are common, he's nasty a lot, but right now he doesn't seem angry so much as... embarrassed? What's his deal?]
karaoke 1
[He hasn't had a turn at the karaoke machine yet. The festivities are getting heated so he's taken off his lovely coat; now instead he sits in a button up blouse, and, with his mouth shut and his legs crossed, he looks very delicate and nice. He would look nicer, though, if his face weren't growing stormier by the second. His brows draw lower and lower, until...]
This is soooOOOO— [As he draws out his vowel, it gets louder and louder, though still kind of quashed by the performance (which just pisses him off more!). But he knows better than to rain on the Ringmaster's parade, and so he finishes very quietly:] Tacky.
karaoke 2
[Tacky or not, Alois did eventually get up there. He's just ended his turn, in fact. His song was a stirring rendition of—yes—Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You. (He has learned this song from a wealth of other karaoke nights.) Well, it's not quite stirring, perhaps. He really, really doesn't have the vocal range for it, not to mention he clearly got emotional early into the song, leaving him with a cracking, wavering voice. But God if he wasn't impassioned.
Now that he's through, he sits down, grabbing his coat from his seat and pulling it against his chest like a security blanket. He's holding his breath like he's trying not to cry.]