all jobs is bad

[mossbuds]

Who: Lars and whoever! OPENNN
What: Rampant mundanity.
Where: Around the carnival; rides and food court specifically; then his own trailer!
When: Mid day, dusk, and early evening
Warnings: Lars's potty mouth.

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on shift; mid day
Lars leans back against the box that operates the ride he's stationed at—carefully, so as to not accidentally bump any knobs or whatever, but enough to take some pressure off his feet. He stares dully into the distance, feeling like his brain is going numb. And despite that, he still manages to look surly, his brows knit together.

This is only his second day on this job, as he'd racked up a handsome debt—one be was tempted to just bail on, because this carnival was clearly weird, sketchy supernatural bullshit. But it was clearly more fucked than he'd originally anticipated, so Lars was not eager to find out what would happen to him if he he didn't repay the debt (plus, the thought of home was too humiliating right now). He'd probably be cursed, he decided. People were freaky around this place—especially the other carnival workers, which he hadn't put a lot of thought into. Until today, really, during this long lull.

Groaning, Lars rolls his head wayyy back, his chin facing the sky as his posture melts backwards against the console, one of his feet slipping forward as he sinks—oblivious to any recent approachers, absorbed as he is in his own angst. Why did all this lame spooky crap always happen to him?

after work; dusk
Somehow, this job was even more boring than what he did at home. Even if he and his coworker in Beach City weren't always super talkative, even just having some company made it a little more bearable... Of course, sometimes they would flirt and goof off, which was also super helpful. Here, he couldn't even get any reception on his phone to pass the time—he would probably have to resort to reading a book like some kinda friggin' uncivilized caveman. Anyway, the drole of it all had Lars totally beat. He sits, hunched over one of the tables in the food court or the carnival, barely able to tuck his knees under it. He apathetically eats whatever garbage he'd purchased.

Once finished, he balls up the foil and greasy paper and tossed it blindly over his shoulder. This, of course, unfortunately bops your character on the head. Wrong place, wrong time.

at "home"; evening - closed to Kadin
With needlessly dramatic flourish, Lars throws open the door to their trailer. "Ugh!!"

Somewhat clumsily, Lars attempts to heel off his right hi-top sneaker. He stumbles, growls, and gains balance by flattening his palm against the wall near the door. "This place sucks!! Watchin' paint dry would be funner than takin' tickets, watchin' all those weirdos waddlin' around..."

Lars honestly doesn't even know if Kadin is home, when he enters; the yelling just kind of happens immediately. A natural reflex.

Comments

after work

[nowingsyet]

NONA1 doesn't necessarily eat like a normal human would. She goes to the repairman every week to collect her supply of oil to consume every week. She still likes going to the food court. It's nice to have company around to ask things to and talk to. There's still so much to know and see and experience....

As dinner is being finished, as she walks back to her trailer a balled up piece of paper is thrown at her head. Knowing nothing, she picks it up and walks to Lars.

Excuse me, but I believe you dropped this.

[mossbuds]

Lars jumps when NONA1 approaches him, or more specifically, when she speaks. He turns, expecting some kind of random wacky shit like a cleaning droid (because seriously, nothing could be surprising or make any less sense at this point), and his expression falters when he finds instead the visage of a disturbingly beautiful girl.

"Uh," he says stupidly, then sort of meekly—and quickly—plucks the trash from her hand, as if she might bite. "Yeah, that was—on purpose." He just drops it onto the bench with a soft, papery thud, where it rolls onto the ground. His fingers are spread and splayed in place. "I-it's, you know, it's just trash."

just like u lars

[nowingsyet]

Meanwhile NONA1 is clueless to the nervousness of the young man, and she tilts her head at this. So it was mistake. It's understandable. It's a bit unsightly to look at though. My people believe in treating nature with reverence.

[mossbuds]

Lars smiles uncomfortably—perhaps sarcastically, hiking up his shoulders. "Good for them," he responds unsurely. "I personally don't really give a shit about what my people believe."

wow yes Lars ur so wise

[nowingsyet]

Are you in disagreement with your people? The people that created me was... they thought, I wasn't natural. Therefore I had no place. Bless her metal heart...